.Chapter 7: Are You Thinking of Farting? [Chapter Two]
Early morning.
Ryan woke up early, packed up his clothes, put on his shoulder bag, and went out. It's so simple for a man to go out for a trip: just bring a few changes of clothes and a charger, and it's done. Unlike a girl who packs a lot of bags and wants to move home.
It was not the first time for him to travel, so Mark and Lisa were very relieved and just told him to be careful.
New York City is not far from Ryan's hometown, and the high-speed train takes only two hours.
After picking up the ticket and passing through the security check, it didn't take long for the train to start boarding.
After finding his seat according to the high-speed rail ticket, Ryan couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Emma?
What a coincidence—not only were the two of them in the same compartment, but their seats happened to face each other, both by the window.
This kind of face-to-face seating arrangement in high-speed rail is rare, generally only appearing in the first or last row.
Fate is really wonderful.
Today Emma didn't wear a long skirt but a white T-shirt with hot pants, showing off her 5'6" figure. Her whole appearance radiated youthful energy.
"Ryan? Why are you here?" Seeing him, Emma was obviously taken aback.
After sitting down, Ryan smiled and said, "You're so funny. The high-speed rail doesn't belong to your family; why can't I be here?"
Hearing this, Emma had the urge to bite him again.
Glancing at Ryan's ticket and finding that he was also going to New York, Emma's eyes flashed with vigilance and asked, "How did you know I'm going to New York today? Did Weiwei tell you?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ryan felt puzzled.
Emma snorted softly, thinking he was still pretending. She remembered telling Ryan and the others last month that she would go to New York to play after getting her driver's license, and she only told Weiwei about her itinerary. As a result, she ran into Ryan on the high-speed rail today, and their seats faced each other.
Emma didn't think it was a coincidence. She felt that Ryan must have asked Weiwei and then deliberately bought the same high-speed train ticket to create a chance encounter.
Thinking of this, Emma was secretly proud: I am such a witty little detective!
Women like to dramatize and think wildly. Soon she thought, was Ryan deliberately creating the encounter at the bus station last time? His purpose must be to pursue her!
Emma looked at Ryan pretending to be nonchalant and secretly began to compare him with other boys. Well, what Weiwei said is correct: Ryan is indeed handsome, and his skin is really great. Why didn't she notice it before? Although this bastard always teases her, chatting with him is very pleasant...
What if he confesses to her? Should she reject him?
...
Ryan obviously didn't know that in just a few seconds, Emma had already conceived a youthful love drama in her mind. If he knew, he would probably say: Are you thinking of farting? Lenovo Computer not inviting you to be a spokesperson is really a missed opportunity.
Just when Emma was lost in her thoughts, more passengers started filling the carriage, and both of them had passengers sitting beside them.
Next to Ryan was a middle-aged man. After putting away his backpack, he took out a newspaper and read it intently. Beside Emma sat a boy who looked young, wearing glasses, seemingly a college student.
The moment he saw Emma, the boy with glasses couldn't help but light up. Emma's appearance is indeed striking, and her good temperament makes her even more remarkable.
Seeing this, Emma couldn't help frowning slightly. She had seen this look too many times, and it made her very uncomfortable every time. On the other hand, Ryan had clear eyes, which was one reason why Emma didn't reject him.
However, the boy with glasses didn't know this and took the initiative to strike up a conversation. "Hello, beautiful."
"Hello," Emma responded perfunctorily.
"My name is George. I'm a sophomore at New York University of Finance and Economics. How about you?" George continued to strike up a conversation.
"Just out of high school," Emma said coldly, lowering her head to play with her phone.
Hearing Emma say she just graduated from high school, George became even more excited. Although the University of Finance and Economics is full of beauties, there aren't many high-quality goddesses like Emma. The key is that those goddesses have long been famous and wouldn't pay attention to him. But high school students are different—girls who have just graduated are relatively innocent and the best to chase.
George felt he had found a treasure. If he didn't make a move now, it wouldn't be his turn when she went to college.
Thinking of this, George became more urgent. "Which university do you plan to go to?"
Emma replied casually, "Manhattan Community College."
"Manhattan Community College? What's the name of this school?" George didn't realize it for a moment. He heard the name and thought it was a college, so he said, "College is just paying money to fool around. The teachers aren't responsible at all, and a college degree is useless. It's difficult to find a job after graduation."
Hearing this, Ryan almost laughed out loud. This guy is really funny. Let's not say that Emma did not study at a junior college; even if she did, it's not good to belittle the other party's school like this. Boy, pretending isn't supposed to be like this!
On the contrary, the middle-aged man beside Ryan put down the newspaper and said with a smile, "Hey, I didn't expect to meet an alum here."
Emma raised her head and said in surprise, "Uncle, are you also from Columbia?"
"Yeah," the middle-aged man joked. "I'm in the class of '93, so you should call me senior brother, little girl."
Columbia? Isn't it Manhattan Community College? George's face suddenly became ugly. He wanted to pretend to be knowledgeable but turned into a fool. Although the University of Finance and Economics is good, there is really no comparison between a regional college and Columbia, a top-tier institution.
After the middle-aged man chatted with Emma for a few words, he resumed reading his newspaper.
"What's your name, beautiful?"
"Are you traveling to New York? Do you want me to be your tour guide?"
"Can I add you on social media?"
George still didn't give up, continuing to awkwardly chat with Emma, unaware that her impatient expression was growing stronger.
"Om~"
At this moment, Ryan felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, he saw a chat message from Emma: "Ryan, do me a favor. Can you switch seats with me?"
Ryan looked up and found Emma giving him a pleading look, obviously annoyed by the bespectacled guy next to her.
Seeing this, Ryan smiled slightly and held up two fingers towards her.
Emma immediately understood what he meant, glared at him angrily, and muttered, "Two favors are two favors, you cheapskate!"