Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

After arriving home, changing his shoes and socks, and putting away his umbrella, Lian Qingyang sat back on the sofa. Only then did he have time to take out his cell phone, which had been vibrating several times. When he turned it on, he found that he had six or seven missed calls. He was stunned for a moment when the phone rang again.

Lian Qingyang pressed the answer button, turned on the hands-free mode, and went to the balcony with his phone.

"Hello?" Lian Qingyang put his phone aside and reached out to take down the bath towel and hand towel hanging on the balcony, preparing to take a shower after the takeaway arrived.

After a while, a voice came from the other end: "Xiaoqing, it's me."

Lian Qingyang didn't stop his movements. He lifted his eyelids to glance at his phone and said in a cold and distant voice: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"Xiaoqing, don't be like this." The voice on the other end suddenly became panicked, not at all the domineering and leisurely look it had during the day. "Are you home yet?"

After putting the things in the bathroom, Lian Qingyang returned to the balcony to get his phone. When he didn't hear any response from the other end, he became anxious: "I heard the rain. Are you not home yet? Where are you now? I'll go find you."

The balcony window was not closed, and although the rain did not blow in, the sound of rain was particularly clear through the screen. Lian Qingyang looked at the rain outside the window, a smile flashed in his eyes, but his tone remained unchanged: "No need."

Before he could continue, there was a knock on the door. Lian Qingyang paused and went to open the door with his phone. A young man wearing a dripping raincoat, holding a takeaway, said enthusiastically, "Please keep your takeaway!"

After seeing Lian Qingyang, he suddenly said with surprise, "You are Lian Qingyang, a freshman in the Computer Science Department? I didn't expect you to live in Chengye Community! I've been delivering food for more than ten days and this is the first time I've seen you."

Lian Qingyang took the takeaway, looked at the person in front of him in confusion, and nodded: "Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I'm Quan Kangxu from the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, also a freshman. You may not know me, but can we be friends?" The man saw Lian Qingyang stunned and silent, raised his hand to scratch his head before he remembered he was delivering food. He smiled embarrassedly, "Ah, I was so excited to see you, and I still have to go deliver food. Let's be friends when we meet again! See you next time!"

He stood at the door in a daze for a moment, until his cell phone rang and Lian Qingyang closed the door.

"What's that boy's name? Is he from your school? Do you know him?" The voice on the other end became anxious and asked repeatedly.

Lian Qingyang sat at the table and opened the takeaway. He ordered a bowl of Xinjiang fried rice noodles, and asked for it to be extra spicy. As soon as he opened the bowl and smelled the aroma, his appetite was instantly aroused. He took a bite with his chopsticks and nodded with satisfaction.

"Duan Zhuo, is there something wrong with your ears? I don't believe you didn't hear what I just said at the door." He still had to take a shower and didn't have time to pay attention to the person who was throwing a tantrum over there. "We don't seem to have any relationship, why do you care so much, Mr. Duan? I'm going to take a shower now."

After taking a shower, he blew his hair first, and then Lian Qingyang started to continue eating. The food was a little cold, but fortunately it was summer, so he drank a glass of warm water after eating.

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The rain gradually subsided. Lian Qingyang was not in a hurry to go to bed. He sat on the sofa in the living room and watched a movie. However, after just fifteen minutes of the movie, there was another knock on the door. He pressed the pause button, got up to open the door, and as soon as he opened it, a figure jumped into his arms and hugged him.

Lian Qingyang's hands were still suspended in the air, his neck stiffened and his head tilted back as he looked at the newcomer. His tone was filled with familiarity: "Why are you here?"

Duan Zhuo stared at Lian Qingyang's face for a long time, then tightened his arms and hugged him without saying a word.

After Lian Qingyang freed himself and pulled him to sit on the sofa, he looked at Lian Qingyang's profile and said sullenly, "Why are you in the market?"

Lian Qingyang stared at the paused movie. Although he was asking a question, his tone was certain: "You gave me that bouquet of flowers, right?"

Duan Zhuo nodded, his emotions gradually calming down, his voice soft and gentle, "Do you like it?"

"Why do you think I would like it? There are only four people who know that I like blue and hydrangeas." Qi Chen, Ye Jichen, Mu Yinchen and Jing Chen. Not all worlds have the conditions to receive hydrangeas, but Duan Zhuo is definitely not among the people who know for sure that he likes it. After all, in this world, he has not shown any sign of liking flowers.

Based on his years of thinking and understanding of the plot, he has determined that Meng Linchen is definitely not the person possessed by the soul power of a senior. Then, who is the soul power of the senior who knows so many of Duan Zhuo's habits?

Sometimes he is more like the aloof CEO Qi Chen, sometimes like the cold and taciturn academic master Jing Chen, and like the arrogant but caring movie star Mu Yinchen. Now the only thing missing is Ye Jichen who is very good at playing games.

Seeing Duan Zhuo remained silent, he took out his phone, opened the game app, and waved it at Duan Zhuo, offering him a way out and setting a trap: "Do you want to play games?"

Seeing that he didn't pursue the matter further, Duan Zhuo immediately took out his cell phone and clumsily searched for game downloads.

The game was too large and took a long time to download, so Lian Qingyang simply let him put his phone aside and watched a movie with him for a while. After the game was downloaded, Duan Zhuo opened the software and looked at the fancy interface. He frowned and asked Lian Qingyang, "How do I play this? Are competitive games that complicated nowadays?"

Lian Qingyang looked at him deeply, and his frown did not seem fake. He ruled out the possibility that this person was Ye Jichen, and patiently explained.

After several rounds, Lian Qingyang looked at the word "Victory" on his phone screen, quit the game, and put away his phone: "It's already past eight o'clock, you should go home."

Duan Zhuo was getting more and more comfortable with the game, and he might be able to win after two more rounds. But before he could even get over the excitement, Lian Qingyang pushed him to the entrance.

When Lian Qingyang opened the door, he saw several packaging bags at the door. "What's this? Was there someone at the door again?"

Duan Zhuo then turned his gaze away from the screen, glanced at the packaging bags, and said quietly, "I brought this meal for you. I was worried that ordering takeout would be unhealthy for you, so I made a few dishes myself. I forgot to bring it in just now, so it should be a little cold now. I'll take it back."

Lian Qingyang stopped him, bent down to pick up a few bags, and looked to the side: "Forget it, I can still eat it after heating it up. Have you eaten yet?"

Realizing that Lian Qingyang was inviting him to stay for a while, Duan Zhuo said, "I've eaten, don't worry. It's getting late, so don't heat up too much. If you can't finish it, put it in the refrigerator first. If you like, I'll make it for you later. I'm going to go back now, you can go in."

Lian Qingyang curled his lips. Who is worried about him? Really.

But he watched Duan Zhuo go downstairs before entering the room.

He was at the age of growing up, and young men always get hungry easily, so he prepared to heat up the food and have another meal.

Each dish was generously portioned, packed in solid-color thermal containers and stacked one on top of the other. He took out the first box first, and to his surprise, it was his favorite: spicy fish with bamboo shoots. Next to it was a box of stir-fried asparagus and shredded pork, a box of mapo tofu, and finally a rich cream of mushroom soup.

Every dish was still warm, even the clear dishes were reheated. I tasted them one by one and they all had very familiar flavors. Only people who knew him well could understand his taste so well. He didn't care about the difficulty in digesting food at night and ate very full. As a result, there were still a lot of dishes left.