Chapter 111 - How Did the Rookie Qin Fen Prevail over the Sage of Love? (2/2)
“Then isn’t the humiliation of a bro also your humiliation?”
“Yes.”
Lin Liqiang asked a series of questions, and Qin Fen continued to supply precise answers. This Lin Liqiang asked, with great pleasure, “Then tell me. How did you get her number? What in the hell sort of move did you use?”
“Oh.” Qin Fen wasn’t surprised at all. “I went over and said, ‘Your number, is that okay?’ And she gave it to me.”
“That simple?” Lin Liqiang couldn’t believe it. “Did you say anything else?”
“No.” Qin Fen shook his head.
“Then how did you know she would give you her number just by saying this?” Lin Liqiang and Xue Tian didn’t understand.
“I didn’t know that she would give it to me.”
“Then you….”
Qin Fen looked quite honest when he said, “I just thought that about the McDonald’s I would be getting if I got her number. If she didn’t give her number, that was okay. You didn’t ask anything of me. It wouldn’t be a shameful matter if I wasn’t able to get her number.”
“It’s that simple?”
“It’s that simple.”
This time everybody, including Enzo Rota, were completely speechless.
No one ever imagined that Qin Fen would actually rely completely on luck just now. And everyone really couldn’t imagine that lady luck actually smiled on him.
Lin Liqiang sighed and said, “Ten McDonald’s meals is nothing. What pains me the most is that I, the number one sage of love in the Federation, would actually lose to Old Qin, who isn’t even qualified to be an amateur in matters of love.”
Enzo Rota nodded quite emotionally. Lin Liqiang frowned when he saw this. “Old Enz, you’re not qualified to nod. This bro was also outdone by you not too long ago. What is going on today? Can it be that the State of Korea is incompatible with me and my gossip? I, the number one sage of love in the grand Federation, was actually outdone in these two skills?”
Everyone talked and laughed cheerily, and soon it was time for dinner.
“Old Qin, I’m letting you go for today.” Lin Liqiang stretched his body. “Song Jia, that little girl, is probably anxiously waiting for you.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Qin Fen stood up, bid farewell to the three others, and stepped out of the coffee shop.
The nights of Seoul were much more lively and bustling than its days. The skies had just turned dark, and there were already drunk people walking along the streets.
Song Jia stood under a street lamp. She wore white casual clothes and paired them with casual shoes of the same white color. Her soft black hair, which was akin to a waterfall, was tied into a ponytail.
One couldn’t tell she was dressed up at all with a rough glance, but careful examination would yield that she had dressed with the utmost care.
Qin Fen jogged his way over to the street lamp. He gave a slight nod and said, “Sorry, I’m late.”
“You know this is our first date in a long time. I’m very displeased….” Song Jia’s pouted her lips, looking sweet and cute. It made one want to pinch her cheeks. “However, it has been a very long time since you’ve seen your best friends. Your apology is sincere enough, so I can be pleased. I accept your apology.”
Qin Fen could only smile. He really had failed a bit when it came to having a gentleman’s demeanor on this date. Song Jia’s sharp tongue but soft heart made hearing her catchphrase quite endearing, especially after hearing it so many times.
“Where are we going to eat?” Song Jia naturally took Qin Fen’s arm. Though this man appeared a bit wooden and slow-of-speech, his temperament easily gave off a sense of security.
Qin Fen was put in a difficult position. He was all right in regard to the State of Korea’s entertainment and cosmetic industries, but when it came to places for food, nothing good could be said about him. The most striking Korean food he knew was kimchi.
Should he treat a girl like Song Jia to kimchi? Qin Fen shook his head. Even if Song Jia agreed, Qin Fen wasn’t so shameless as to propose it. If he was going to propose kimchi, he might as well propose McDonald’s or Kentucky Fried Chicken and be done with it.
“Hmm?” Song Jia looked at Qin Fen with great expectations.
“How’s just doing McDonald’s and getting two beers as well sound to you?” Qin Fen suggested very straightforwardly. “We can bring them into a movie theater and eat while watching the latest movies.”
“Okay, sure!” Song Jia studied Qin Fen with great suspicion. “Do you have some evil intentions or something?”
“Evil intentions?” Qin Fen was very puzzled. “We can eat something else if you don’t want to eat McDonald’s.”
“McDonald’s is fine.” Song Jia giggled. She pulled Qin Fen’s arm as she walked ahead. “Actually, the place isn’t really important when it comes to food. The most important thing is who you eat the food with.”
Qin Fen chewed over Song Jia’s words. “Seems like a quote that Linqiang would very much say.”
“It’s one of his.” Song Jia leaned her head against Qin Fen’s shoulder. “I’ve seen some of them. Oh right, don’t change the topic. Do you have any evil intentions?”
“Bad intentions.” Qin Fen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I really don’t know what you mean by ‘evil intentions.'”
“Really?” Song Jia raised her head to look at Qin Fen’s expression. In the end, she was absolutely serious as she nodded her head. “That’s right. You’re not like Lin Liqiang. He’d use the latest horror movie to scare girls into sticking to his chest.”
The latest horror movie? Qin Fen suddenly understood. So there had been a new horror movie released recently. No wonder Song Jia talked about evil intentions.
Lin Liqiang had tried this bad move a hundred times. He would ask girls to go see a love movie or a horror movie together. A love movie made it easy for the girl to be stirred emotionally into an embracing kiss, while a horror movie would scare the girl into sticking to his chest for an increased sense of security.
From his time training in the military, Qin Fen’s appetite had become much larger than in the past. He ordered twenty-nine Big Macs in a single breath. The cashier nearly fainted on the spot when he found out that only two people were going to eat all this food.