Good Morning, Miss Undercover

17

"Liang Liang, Liang Liang, I've to hang up. The coach arranged for us to eat a celebration supper. We will eat the Russian ladies team's sashimi. Come, lastly give a loud shout with Elder sister: F*** the game's poison."

I was infected by her happy mood, ignoring the presence of Kang Zixian and into the microphone, I shouted happily with Fei Ge saying: F*** the game's poison.

After hanging up the phone, my world finally returned to its original, recent stage. I held the phone and sat quietly, and Kang Zixian was also sitting quietly in tacit understanding for a few seconds. And then I cleared my throat, pointing to the photo on the wall. "My....my lover. Celebrity, my lover is a celebrity."

I wonder whether Fei Ge who was far away in Japan, after hearing me call her that, would she be able to eat her sashimi?

He narrowed his eyes at me, I did not feel confident and dared not look back at him.

"Competition's poison?" Kang Zixian smiled slightly. It seemed that the others were irrelevant, only this was the most interesting part.

"This is a long story." I slightly leaned towards him, decided to do my best to explain, to wash away Fei Ge's grievances.

I said. "My.....lover, that is Fei Ge.....there was a period of time that was particularly strange, her condition was not good, probably started in the Spring of last year. As long as she played in the game, either big or small game, the result would always be a lost. For example, a game that was basically a lost, as long as she played in the game, their team would definitely win, it was very strange. Fei Ge was very miserable and at that time when her coach saw her, it was just like looking at****. That nearly made her kneel down and her leader was more worried about her. That time, the Brazilian team had continued with two terms of the championship. Every day, Fei Ge would dream of giving herself wholly to the Brazil team but it was not as she wished. No one had ever heard of Asians becoming South Americans, so Fei Ge was extremely sad, so much so, that she was going to suffer from depression."

Kang Zixian looked at me, his face with a soft smile, did not have the normal cold expression of the past. At this moment, the easygoing expression on his face reminded me that he was a very good listener.

"This time, Fei Ge is really like salted fish coming back alive*." (Became alive.) I leaned back against the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, said. "In fact, Fei Ge coming home to sell vegetable would be good too. I really had enough of takeaway."

"Often eat takeaway?" Kang Zixian asked gently.

"Yes, no time to buy groceries, and I don't know how to cook."

"Fang Liang Liang."

"Ah?"

"I wanted to ask you. When I was looking for a bowl just now, I saw a mushroom in the crack of your cupboard smiling at me."

Shame...ah, how shameful could this be?

I looked at the ceiling in melancholy, feeling the blood boil in my body, my forehead feeling even hotter. I stood up in silence, pretending to yawn. "It's very late.... I'm sleepy. I want to sleep."

Kang Zixian was not surprised, harboring a smile, looked at me, lips raised with a touch of mockery. "Go ahead. When you wake up, you'll have mushroom porridge to eat."

I stroked my forehead, grinned at him.

He stood there innocently, smiling brilliantly. "Self-production for home consumption."

"Ah ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !........Kang Zixian, I hate you, I hate you to death ! ! ! ! You, you, you, you, quickly disappear from my sight otherwise......otherwise......or else......I really cannot do anything to you......Ah, ah, ah, ah! ! ! I'm so furious! I don't want to see you anymore." I held my head screaming continuously, flew back into bed, covered myself with the quilt, trying to nurse my injured heart.