Chapter 93 Faker: I should hide under the car
After finishing what Lin Qiguang bought slowly, wiping his mouth and packing up the wrapping paper, Zhao Enjing stood up and said goodbye to the old ladies:
"Ma'am, we're leaving. Goodbye."
"You are a very polite young man. I like you very much, but it is best not to see you again." The old lady said every word with a smile.
"New York is not a city suitable for tourism. If couples like you want to travel in the United States, they should go to Florida to enjoy the sun and beaches, to Colorado to experience the magnificence of nature, and to Hawaii to appreciate the island style. Not New York, because here there are only The smell of copper filled the air.”
"Yeah, thank you for your suggestion."
Glancing at someone beside him, Zhao Enjing looked back and waved goodbye to the old couple happily.
After walking out of the stadium, Zhao Enjing tugged on Lin Qiguang's clothes and said cautiously: "Go back? Or continue walking?"
Lin Qiguang's face was expressionless and he didn't answer. He just walked forward quietly.
So the two continued walking on Randall's Island.
I don’t know how long they walked, but seeing that Lin Qiguang was still silent and unwilling to speak, Zhao Enjing deliberately slowed down and coughed twice.
"Huh? Are you tired from walking?" Lin Qiguang turned back to look at her.
"No," Zhao Enjing shook her head, "just now."
Zhao Enjing was struggling wildly in her mind, hesitating, not knowing whether she should speak or not.
The atmosphere was originally good, but after the old lady referred to Lin Qiguang as her boyfriend without explaining herself, Lin Qiguang stopped talking.
Lin Qiguang must be angry inside.
After all, in his heart, the person he really likes is Li Zhien.
And she, Zhao Enjing, may be a very important person in his heart, but that doesn't mean he can make any jokes.
When she was hesitating, Lin Qiguang spoke.
"Don't think too much. It's troublesome to explain that kind of thing, and it's unnecessary."
The old white lady seemed to be warm-hearted, but after all, she was a passerby who had nothing to do with them.
To explain the complicated relationship between him and Zhao Enjing to an unrelated passerby?
Lin Qiguang felt it was completely unnecessary.
Even when the old lady said that he was Zhao Enjing's boyfriend, he felt a little happy in his heart. After all, in his previous life, he had held the "Eunjing Noona" in his arms and spent countless loving moments together. Lingering night.
It's just that he was hesitant to start his life again based on the lessons from his previous life.
After hearing his words, Zhao Enjing bit her lower lip lightly, still not satisfied with Lin Qiguang's reasons.
But it doesn't matter, as long as he is no longer silent.
Zhao Enjing breathed a sigh of relief.
"I like that scarf very much." Lin Qiguang thought for a moment and immediately added.
"Oh? Really?"
"But didn't you say you made kimchi specially for me before?" Lin Qiguang smiled, "Why didn't you bring it over this time? Instead, you learned about sweet and sour pork and knitted a scarf."
"Hey." Zhao Enjing's mood turned from rainy to sunny in an instant, but she couldn't help complaining: "Don't think I don't know, I don't like kimchi at all. Every time I visit my house, I pretend to like it. That’s all.”
"So Noona, you have always known about it." Lin Qiguang scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It's not like I don't have eyes!" Zhao Enjing rolled her eyes in a weird way, "If I really listened to your complimentary lies and specially made you a jar of kimchi, and even flew to the United States to give it to you, then that would be Isn’t it too silly?”
Lin Qiguang suddenly fell silent again.
It always feels like, maybe, maybe, maybe a certain fool named Li can really do such a thing.
——
"Ah!" After a loud sneeze, Li Zhien touched his nose, "It's strange, I obviously don't have a cold."
Beside her, Cui Zhenli carefully tore off a small piece of kimchi, put it into his mouth as if he was dead, and chewed it anxiously.
Li Zhien looked forward to it and said, "How is it? It should taste good, right?"
The feared thing did not happen. Cui Zhenli's face gradually returned to normal and nodded: "Well, it's not bad. I have eight points of aunt's skills."
"Eighty percent?" Li Zhien seemed a little reluctant, but he still accepted Cui Zhenli's comment, "Eighty percent is fine, that guy Lin Qiguang should like it."
Cui Zhenli's face immediately showed a strange expression, "Zhien, you don't really plan to bring this jar of kimchi to the United States, do you?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Li Zhien's face was filled with the words "It should be so", "I asked him a long time ago, and he said he also wanted to try to see if my craftsmanship has improved, so I I specially pickled this jar of kimchi.”
""As long as you make it with your heart, I like it." This is what he told me personally. Is there any problem? ”
Cui Zhenli was speechless for a moment, thinking that women who are in love are not clear-headed.
Li Zhien, Li Zhien, your emotional intelligence is not low under normal circumstances, why did you suddenly become Li Hanhan?
Although she has not had much contact with Lin Qiguang, her f(x) group leader V’s mother is Chinese, so Cui Zhenli knows very well that Chinese people really look down on Korean kimchi from the bottom of their hearts.
They say they love to eat, so naturally they know etiquette and respect, and are afraid of hurting the self-esteem of the people they care about.
Forget it, let Lin Qiguang deal with the headache himself.
Cui Zhenli couldn't wait to see Lin Qiguang's expression when Li Zhien took out kimchi after flying to the United States.
It’s interesting to think about it.
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After walking for a while, Zhao Enjing looked sideways at someone beside her who started to yawn, "Would you like to sit down and rest for a while?"
Lin Qiguang was indeed a little tired, so he nodded in response.
The public infrastructure near Icahn Stadium is quite complete. There are some benches on the street for passersby to sit and rest. The two found an empty seat and sat down.
The sun gradually rises, the temperature begins to rise, and the sun shines on the body, gradually giving people a warm feeling.
Lin Qiguang couldn't help but yawned again.
"Sleepy? It's still too early to get up. After all, your schedule for so long has been to sleep until at least 10 o'clock," Zhao Enjing said apologetically.
There are still 6 days left before the finals, but there is actually not enough time. They will fly to Los Angeles in the afternoon. After that, they will train, review, and shoot the finals promotional video with Riot every day.
Therefore, she could only spare time this morning. Lin Qiguang felt sleepy at the moment, which made her feel a little guilty.
"If you're sleepy, just take a nap." She pressed close to Lin Qiguang, supported his head and let him slowly lie down on his side until Lin Qiguang's head rested on her thigh.
Lin Qiguang did not speak or refuse, and closed his eyes.
Zhao Enjing held Lin Qiguang's head with one hand to prevent him from accidentally rolling and falling, and gently patted his cheek with one hand until his breathing gradually calmed down.
This picture, quiet and beautiful, attracted many passers-by to stop and watch. Some even took out their mobile phones or cameras, took a photo from a distance, and then left with satisfaction.
The sun is rising gradually, and the sunshine is getting warmer and warmer.
Zhao Enjing looked down at the big boy she had known for 14 years, blinked, gently raised his head, then put the bag underneath, quietly moved away, and then gently put his head down.
Squatting in front of the bench, he carefully observed the big boy's face, filled with joy.
Her fingertips landed on his lips, tapped lightly, and whispered: "This guy's first kiss should still be there."
Calculating the time, according to his habits, he should be close to waking up.
Zhao Enjing boldly leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.
It was very light, like a breeze blowing by, but it didn't disturb him.
Then she stretched out her fingertips again and lightly traced his face. Because of this strange feeling, Lin Qiguang also showed signs of waking up. Zhao Enjing quickly sat back on the bench.
Lin Qiguang finally slowly opened his eyes, raised his hands to block the dazzling sunlight, took some time to recover, and then looked at Zhao Enjing with a blank look on his face, "Did you just do something to my face?"
"Really? Maybe it's your illusion." Zhao Enjing's tone was natural, even with just the right hint of complaint, "You made my thighs numb, and you still doubted me when you woke up, huh."
"Really?" Lin Qiguang touched his lips, feeling that something was wrong.
"Okay, you actually dare to doubt Noona, let's see if I don't."
"Hey, brother, this beautiful girl just kissed you!" A voice came from not far away.
A young white man gave Lin Qiguang a thumbs up, and several friends around him followed suit.
From their perspective, although they could not understand what the East Asian man and woman said, their movements, expressions, and tone, plus what they saw, made it easy to guess what they meant.
Zhao Enjing knew that she was dead.
"I really just touched your lips with my fingers, not a kiss!"
Near noon, outside the gate of the hotel where Riot has designated the top four teams to stay, Zhao Enjing is still defending her innocence
Lin Qiguang nodded expressionlessly: "I know, you have said it many times."
Entering the lobby on the first floor, Zhao Enjing emphasized again: "I really didn't kiss you!"
Lin Qiguang paused and looked at Faker, who was carrying a backpack and a suitcase. Next to him was the entire SKT team.
I'm most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
"Why don't you leave?" Zhao Enjing stuck her head out from behind Lin Qiguang, and then retracted as fast as lightning.
A blush instantly appeared on her pretty face, and Zhao Enjing felt that she was not feeling well.
She picked up her bag to cover her face, and under the astonished gazes of all SKT members, Zhao Eun-jung ran into the elevator at the level of a world-class sprinter.
Then, Lin Qiguang, who looked complicated and seemed to have a faint smile hidden at the corner of his mouth, walked around the SKT people and followed him into the elevator.
After the elevator door closed, Faker took out a bottle of tea from his backpack and drank it all in one go.
I should have been hiding under the car.
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