003 Little Quail
I wonder if that person has a habit of cracking passwords.
Zeng Keqin boarded the bus with worry, found a seat by the window, and gazed outside.
Everyone on the street was busy, seemingly fulfilled yet numb.
As if.
Programmed humanoids.
Suddenly, a strange thought popped up.
Why am I me? Couldn't I be someone else?
Why can I only know my own thoughts, but not what others are thinking?
These questions came one after another.
The more she thought, the more panicked she became, yet she couldn't stop exploring.
"J University is here."
The announcement pulled her back from her wild thoughts.
Zeng Keqin hurriedly got off the bus.
Looking at the familiar school gate, the top priority was to get her phone back.
She quickened her pace and returned to the dormitory.
Pushing open the door, only Fang Yu was lying on the bed playing with her phone.
"How did the interview go?"
Zeng Keqin was slightly out of breath and licked her dry lips. "Not bad."
Fang Yu hummed and continued staring at the screen.
Zeng Keqin's gaze fell on her, hesitating to speak.
Fang Yu usually had her phone glued to her hand, always muttering words like "guild" and "level up."
Last time, Liu Ying delayed her game, and she nagged about it all night.
"Is something wrong?"
Fang Yu had lifted her head at some point and asked proactively.
Zeng Keqin bit her lip and braced herself. "I lost my phone. Can I borrow yours to make a call?"
She expected a refusal, but Fang Yu tapped the screen a few times and held it out. "Use it."
Zeng Keqin took it with surprise. "Thanks, I'll return it right after."
"No problem."
Zeng Keqin went to the balcony and quickly dialed the number she knew by heart.
Beep, beep, beep...
After more than ten seconds, it was finally answered.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was deep, hoarse from just waking up.
"H-hi. I'm Zeng Keqin."
The person paused for a moment, as if recalling the name. "Oh, what's up?"
"Can I have my phone back?"
A lazy chuckle came through the receiver.
It felt tingly.
"Fine. Cash on delivery."
Zeng Keqin frowned, knowing it was pointless to argue, so she lowered her voice. "Tomorrow at four p.m., at the provincial library entrance, okay?"
Silence on the other end.
"Four is no good."
"One p.m. then. I won't wait."
With that, the other party hung up.
Zeng Keqin looked at the darkened screen and silently complained: How rude is this guy?
Just then, a WeChat message popped up on the screen.
[Are you done recharging yet?]
She didn't pay attention, turned around, and returned the phone to Fang Yu. "Thanks."
"What did they say? Will they give it back?"