Chapter 8 — After Kicking the Medical Professor

He tilted his head to look at me, obviously knowing which meal I was talking about.

“Eat both bowls.”

“Aren't you full?”

“No.” He withdrew his gaze forward, "But it's better than wasting it."

I lowered my head to look at the road, stepped on his shadow and walked.

“Next time I won't make you wait anymore.”

His steps paused for a moment, but quickly returned to normal, not responding. But I saw his fingers hanging loosely at his side curl slightly, as if he wanted to grasp something tightly. 5 That meal happened more naturally than I imagined. The noodle shop is hidden in a small alley behind the medical school's gate. The frontage is not big. The owner is as close to Tham Khinh Chu as family. As soon as he saw him, he called out: "Doctor Tham is here? Are you bringing your girlfriend with you today?" I choked on a mouthful of broth. Tham Khinh Chu's expressionless face pulled out a chair: "Students, let's take them out to eat." The boss "oh oh" nodded, his eyes clearly writing the sentence "I believe you're the strange one". He ordered me a bowl of tomato beef noodles, and ordered himself a bowl of satay dumplings. When the steaming hot bowl of noodles was brought up, he proactively picked up all the coriander in my bowl first.

“I don't eat coriander.” he said.

I was stunned: "How do you know?"

“You once mentioned it to me before, saying that eating noodles without cilantro is troublesome.”

I thought for a while before vaguely remembering that it was true that I had accidentally mentioned it in a voice message. At that time, I was eating canned food and complained to the camera, "The noodles are full of coriander, so I have to pick them out myself." After saying that, I completely forgot about it. Yet he remembers until now. The string in my heart was lightly plucked again.

“Little Uncle Tham, your memory is so good, why don't you remember something more useful?”

“What counts as useful?”

“For example, muscle attachment points on the anatomical Atlas.”

“There's no need to remember those things, I've known them by heart for a long time.” He picked up the pile of coriander he had just picked up and put it on his plate, looking up at me, "Your story doesn't take up space in your brain, it takes up somewhere else."

“…Where is occupied?”

He smiled, did not answer, bowed his head and ate dumplings. In my heart, it felt like a cat was scratching me. After eating, he took me back to the dormitory, neither of us said anything along the way. The moonlight is pale, the streetlights cast shadows of broken trees on the ground, and the wind carries the sweet scent of cinnamon flowers in early autumn. He walked very slowly, I followed his pace, occasionally my shoulder rubbed against his arm, then immediately bounced back. Coming downstairs to the dormitory, he stopped.

"Go up, you have class tomorrow at eight o'clock in the morning, don't be late."

“I know.”

I walked up the steps two steps, then turned to look at him again. He stood under the streetlight, his hands in the pockets of his coat, his whole body surrounded by yellow light, as beautiful as a painting.

“Little Uncle Tham.”

“Hmm?”

"You once said you were afraid of women... that was a lie to me, right?"

He raised his eyebrows: "What? Do you want to test it?"

“How do you verify?”

He thought for a moment, then suddenly took two steps closer to me. The distance suddenly shortened to a dangerous level, I could even smell the smell of antiseptic on his shirt. Then he tilted his head slightly, turned his face away, and turned the angle towards me.

“Give me a kiss and see if I feel nauseous.”

Me: “…”

“Tham Khinh Chu, are you sick?”

He straightened up and laughed, a low laugh that rang out extremely clearly in the quiet night.

“Looks like you don't dare.”

"That's my respect for the old man! You're 28 years old, why are you still playing these games with an 18 year old?"

“Oh,” He raised his eyebrows, “Are you calling me old?”

“…You said it yourself.”

He took a step back, once again increasing the distance, his expression returning to his usual gentle and leisurely look.

“Okay, just kidding. Come on, the wind is cold.”