It was already past 9 in the evening when Song Xin left that day. Ting Shuang opened Distance and took a look at his current distance from Cycle: 4.8 kilometres.
He smiled at that number for a while, and sent him a message: You reached home early.
Ten minutes later, Cycle replied: Just got home.
Ting Shuang thought over it and declared: I’m not checking up on you(1). I’m just worried for you.
Cycle: What is there to worry about?
Ting Shuang began talking nonsense: You see, Germany’s refugee problems are quite serious…
Cycle: So?
Ting Shuang: I’m worried you might get raped.
Cycle: Worry about yourself first.
Worry about yourself first.
That was essentially a voice message. Ting Shuang could vividly imagine Bai Changyi’s tone as he said those words.
It made his heart itch.
Ting Shuang held back for a while, but not for long, replying: How about… we have a voice call?
Bai Changyi called him directly. Ting Shuang cleared his throat and answered immediately. But after picking up, he suddenly didn’t know what to say. So he asked a useless question, “Can you hear me…”
Bai Changyi said, “Mm.”
“Well…” Ting Shuang searched for a conversation topic, “What are you doing?”
Bai Changyi said, “Watching the news.”
“What news?”
“Spiegel. [1]”
“About what?”
“About sports. The Premier League, Chelsea versus Burnley.”
“You watch football? Do you remember when Germany was eliminated by South Korea during last year’s World Cup? At that time, I and… ” Ting Shuang paused, “… Well, my ex-boyfriend used to watch football in a bar, but with the match ending like that, the Germans around us were all extremely angry. On the way home we were so scared we’d be beaten up by some German that we almost wrote “I’m not Korean” on our faces.”
Ting Shuang originally intended to make a joke, but didn’t expect that Liang Zhengxuan would be in all the stories he told. He realised that when he talked about the past, he mentioned his ex boyfriend all too easily if he wasn’t being careful. It would be better to talk about the past less in the future.
Bai Changyi laughed, as if he didn’t mind.
Ting Shuang hurriedly changed the topic: “Then… How did your dinner go? “
Bai Changyi said, “It was fine. I had dinner with my former professor.”
“Oh, professor…” Ting Shuang suddenly recalled the huge hickey he’d left on Bai Changyi’s neck.
If he had known he was going to meet a professor, he wouldn’t have messed around like that…
Bai Changyi said, “After retiring, he moved to Spain and rarely comes back.”
Ting Shuang felt a little jittery, “He’s retired, meaning he must be pretty old… He didn’t say anything, right…”
“Say anything about what?”
Ting Shuang stammered, “about… Your neck. “
Bai Changyi said, “He didn’t say anything.”
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