I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

"Mom, I'm going back to school!"

Lin Ran rubbed his still slightly sore left buttock. Luckily, his sister-in-law stopped him yesterday, otherwise his right buttock would have suffered too.

They drove around picking up Li Futing and Wang Zihao one by one, heading towards Jiangning.

Huang Lingyue went on a trip with her mother, so Lin Ran didn't have to make two trips back and forth this time. She hummed a little tune along the way and was in a good mood.

Damn it, I always get bullied when I stay at home. I'm finally going back to my own territory.

After dropping Li Futing off at her dormitory and watching her obediently go upstairs, Lin Ran patted his empty stomach and swayed as he made his way to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was unusually quiet during the holiday, with only a few windows lit up. Lin Ran glanced around and felt a chill in his heart. Only the worst beef noodle shop was open, and judging from the current situation, they didn't even have the perfunctory machine noodles today, only dried noodles.

In Lin Ran's hierarchy of contempt, hand-pulled noodles > knife-cut noodles > instant noodles > starving > dried noodles > starving to death.

He stood in front of the window and stared at the expressionless woman inside for three seconds.

My heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, I'm not eating anymore!

I'd rather go hungry than let noodles insult my stomach.

He turned and went to the supermarket, bought some bread and sausages, and walked quickly back to his dormitory.

Pushing open the dormitory door, I was surprised to find Zhao Feiyu there, lying on the bed, looking like he had just woken up.

"Hey, Lao Zhao, you're back so early?" Lin Ran casually tossed some snacks onto the table.

Zhao Feiyu scratched his messy hair: "Hey, don't even mention it. I took the train all night last night and only got to school this morning. I've been catching up on sleep until now."

"Just woke up? Perfect, I haven't eaten yet, shall we get something to eat?" Lin Ran suggested.

"What do you want to eat?"

"A new lamb spine hot pot restaurant just opened near the school. Want to go?"

Zhao Feiyu thought about it seriously for two seconds, then shook his head: "Never mind, I'm allergic to seafood."

Lin Ran was stunned for a moment, his expression turning serious.

You think lamb spine is a scorpion, and you think scorpions are seafood?

"Hey buddy, isn't Scorpion from the mountains?"

"Oh, that makes sense." Zhao Feiyu looked like he suddenly realized something. "No wonder I always smell a muttony smell when I pass by a lamb spine hot pot restaurant."

Lin Ran: "...Okay, I'll just have some snacks. I'm afraid eating with you will make me lose my intelligence."

Zhao Feiyu wasn't annoyed. He chuckled and suddenly remembered something: "Wait, I brought you some local specialties!"

He rolled out of bed and rummaged through his bag to pull out a bulging food bag containing several round cakes, with a dark meat filling that could be vaguely seen inside.

"Roujiamo?" Lin Ran leaned closer.

Donkey meat sandwich.

Lin Ran immediately became interested. He had never eaten this before. Anyway, it was said that no donkey could leave Hebei Province alive. Even Zhang Guolao had to take the high-speed rail back.

He took one, touched it, and found it was ice cold and rock hard.

"Come on, let's go to my startup base. There's a microwave there."

"You guys still have that thing?" Zhao Feiyu asked, somewhat surprised.

The two quickly arrived at room 108. Pushing open the door, Lin Ran found a cot set up in the corner, where Tang Chen was curled up sleeping.

Hearing the noise, Tang Chen groggily sat up, his glasses askew. Seeing Lin Ran bring in a strange man, he looked bewildered: "Boss?"

"What are you doing here?" Lin Ran asked.

"Oh, I arrived at the station in the early morning. The dormitory building wasn't open yet, so I came to the base and worked overtime for a while." Tang Chen adjusted his glasses, trying to appear awake.

"Working overtime at school at the early hours of the morning?" Lin Ran said with some distress. "Tang Chen, it really breaks my heart to see you working overtime."

Tang Chen felt a warmth in his heart: "Boss, if you really care, you could just give me a raise..."

"Don't get me wrong, what I meant was, why don't you turn off the air conditioning when you're working overtime? I'm really worried about the electricity bill."

Tang Chen: "..."

"Let me introduce you. This is my roommate, Zhao Feiyu. This is our team's technical lead, Tang Chen."

The two nodded to each other as a greeting.

"Brother Tang Chen, have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat together? I brought some donkey meat sandwiches from my hometown." Zhao Feiyu enthusiastically shook the bag.

Tang Chen initially wanted to politely decline, since they weren't familiar with each other, but he waved his hand and said, "I've already eaten, you guys eat."

Zhao Feiyu didn't say much, and took out a few baked buns and put them in the microwave.

With a soft "ding," a few dozen seconds later, an aroma mixed with the fragrance of toasted noodles and rich meat filled the entire room.

Tang Chen's nostrils twitched imperceptibly, and his eyes, which had been fixed on the computer screen, unconsciously drifted toward the microwave oven. His Adam's apple seemed to bob as well.

Zhao Feiyu took out a steaming hot baked bun, its outer layer slightly crispy and emitting enticing white steam. He looked at Tang Chen, whose eyes were somewhat glazed over, and smiled as he handed one to him: "Want one?"

Tang Chen rubbed his hands together: "Then shall I try it?"

As he spoke, he took out a few bottles of beer and two packets of peanuts from the refrigerator: "Eating dry food alone is too dry, so I'll have some of this with me."

The three sat around a small tea table. Taking a bite, the outer crust of the flatbread was hot and slightly crispy, while the donkey meat was stewed until tender and flavorful, with a savory aroma.

The three of them downed the ice-cold beer and exclaimed how satisfying it was.

After a few beers, the atmosphere became lively.

Lin Ran looked Zhao Feiyu up and down: "Old Zhao, why do you seem a bit strange today? Did you have a fight with Zhou Jiayi?"

Zhao Feiyu sighed: "It wasn't a full-blown argument, but we did have a minor disagreement."

Tang Chen looked over curiously: "What's going on?"

"She always says I'm not thoughtful and have no romantic side. I think I'm practically perfect; I reply to all messages and answer all calls. I really don't know how much more thoughtful I can be."

Tang Chen pushed up his glasses, speaking with the air of someone who'd been there for a while: "You just don't understand. When girls talk about being attentive, they're usually referring to small details and little gestures."

"For example, when you see her off to her car, take a picture of the license plate and send it to her, saying, 'I've remembered the license plate, let me know when you get there.' This may seem unnecessary, but she will feel that you care about her safety, and that's what thoughtfulness and a sense of security are all about."

Lin Ran nodded in agreement: "Tang Chen is right. Many times, what they want is not how big a problem you solve, but the feeling of being cared about."

Zhao Feiyu pondered, "It's...that simple? Just take a picture of the license plate?"

"Give it a try, start with small things," Tang Chen said.

Zhao Feiyu checked the time: "She's coming to our campus soon. I'll give it a try when she goes back."

Speaking of this, Lin Ran suddenly remembered that he wanted to introduce Tang Chen to someone.

"Tang Chen, what kind of girl do you like? A mature woman or a cute girl?"

He gave two common options: Jiang Yunxin is the mature and sophisticated type, and Xiong Duoer is the cute type, both of whom are more than a match for Tang Chen, a rough and unrefined man.

Tang Chen paused upon hearing this, adjusted his glasses, and wore the serious, thoughtful expression of a technician facing a demand.

A few seconds later, he looked up, his eyes clear: "Boss, is there a third option?"

Lin Ran raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "You're quite the picky kid."

"What, neither of these suits your taste? Then tell me, which one do you prefer?"

I like young married women.