Chapter 361: Chapter 357: Long-Haired Youth
When the black sports car stopped at a sweets shop, Bi Xia was slightly stunned, "One Five?"
"Huh? You know about it?" The long-haired youth raised an eyebrow at Bi Xia while undoing his seatbelt.
Bi Xia nodded faintly, unbuckling his seatbelt as he spoke slowly, "The largest sweets chain store, there’s only one in each city, containing all types of cuisine and spread across five floors."
"Tsk, didn’t expect it to be so famous," the long-haired youth clicked his tongue lightly, "Have you been here before?"
Shaking his head, Bi Xia pressed down his baseball cap expressionlessly, "No."
The long-haired youth turned to look at the teenager, "Why not give it a try?"
Bi Xia glanced at the long-haired youth lightly and slowly spat out one word, "Poor."
Long-haired youth: ...
A crisp chuckling sound flowed from the long-haired youth, gradually turning into full-blown laughter. Bi Xia watched in bewilderment, absolutely clueless as to what he said that tickled the youth’s funny bone.
After a while, the long-haired youth took a deep breath to suppress his laughter, lifted Bi Xia’s baseball cap, flipped it, and wore it backward; his oversized sunglasses covered half his face, his scarlet lips playful, "Come on, little brother, let’s go try it together."
Normally, if someone openly took his hat like this, Bi Xia wouldn’t flip out, but he would definitely feel annoyed. Surprisingly, for some reason, he didn’t feel this way towards the long-haired youth. Instead, he felt a very familiar connection to him.
Leaning against the car door without moving, Bi Xia looked at the long-haired youth, "You’re treating? I don’t have that much money."
The peach-blossom eyes behind the sunglasses blinked, and the long-haired youth lowered his head, pondering for a few seconds, his red lips slightly pouting, unconsciously biting his index finger, looking innocently at Bi Xia. Yes, even with the sunglasses on, Bi Xia could sense the innocence.
Then, the long-haired youth slowly said, "I didn’t bring any money..."
Bi Xia: ...
"I have money, but I’m poor," Bi Xia said righteously.
The long-haired youth tilted his head, "I’m not poor, but I didn’t bring money, which is basically the same as being poor."
"I still saved you, aren’t you going to treat me to a meal?" The long-haired youth said.
Bi Xia pulled out 20 yuan cash from his backpack and handed it to the long-haired youth, "Cab fare, I don’t have any money left, really poor."
The long-haired youth looked at the 20 yuan, calmly put it in his pocket, "I only have 20 yuan; in such an economically developed time, it’s no different from having nothing, even poorer."
Bi Xia: ...
Long-haired youth: ...
Silence spread across the black sports car, Bi Xia and the long-haired youth stared at each other, not sure how long it took before suddenly, a ’grumble’ sound echoed.
Bi Xia expressionlessly pointed at the long-haired youth’s stomach, "Yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, another ’grumble’ sound echoed, the long-haired youth chuckled softly and casually pointed at Bi Xia’s stomach, "Yours."
Both fell silent, looking at each other, then outside at ’One Five’, both eyes met, and simultaneously they turned, opened the car doors, and ran towards ’One Five.’
They almost pushed open ’One Five’ doors at the same time and quickly sat at the innermost seat under the surprised gaze of the etiquette staff.
"I got here first," Bi Xia narrated flatly.
"Hmm, you got here first, but I sat down first," the long-haired youth said leisurely.
"The one who arrives last pays."
"The one who sits down last pays."
"You drive a sports car and don’t have money, dare to drive a sports car?" Bi Xia rolled his eyes at the long-haired youth.
The long-haired youth adjusted the baseball cap he snatched from Bi Xia, "What? Actually driving a sports car? Who said driving a sports car means you have to pay?"
"No money to buy a sports car?" Bi Xia said bluntly.
The long-haired youth didn’t get angry, he tossed the car keys to Bi Xia, "Now it’s yours, you treat."
Bi Xia: ...
Expressionlessly, Bi Xia put the car keys in his backpack, smoothed his jacket slightly, and said to the long-haired youth slowly, "Who said driving a sports car means having money..."
Long-haired youth: ...
"Heh, no money to buy a sports car," the long-haired youth said.
The waiter looked at Bi Xia handing the car keys to the long-haired youth, the long-haired youth threw the keys back to Bi Xia, and the two began this cycle again. The waiter, with black lines dropping, asked, "Excuse me... what would you like to order?"
Both stopped simultaneously, turned to the waiter and said in unison, "Desserts, one each. He pays!"
Waiter: ...