Chapter 5 — Icebergs Also Know Red Eyes

“Who made it so fragrant?” The female friend at the next table looked over curiously.

To Nghien sat opposite, with his standard meal in front of him, still not raising his head. I picked up a piece and put it in my mouth. The outer skin is slightly charred, the inside is soft and succulent, with just the right taste of black pepper. Tasty. Really delicious. One hundred times better than the canteen's boiled chicken breast.

“Very delicious.” I said.

He said "yes" and continued eating his portion. But I see your food picking speed is a little faster. Just a little. That afternoon, it happened. I waited in the hallway for To Nghien to finish class, leaning against the wall and scrolling through my phone. The classroom door opened and students rushed out. And then I saw the other senior. It was the person who gave me milk tea the other day. She walked parallel to To Nghien, holding a notebook in her hand, leaning slightly to say something to him. To Nghien walked straight without emotion, neither answering nor avoiding. I stood at the end of the hallway, looking at this scene. The senior finished speaking, smiled and gave the notebook to him. To Nghien took it, bent down, flipped two pages, handed it back, and said something. The senior nodded, turned and left. To Nghien looked up and saw me. He comes.

“Wait a long time.”

“Not long.” I put the phone away, "What is that senior looking for you for?"

“Ask for homework.”

“Oh.”

I turned and walked straight. He followed, his steps were long and he quickly caught up with me.

“Are you angry?”

“No.” I sped up, "Why are you angry? Asking about homework is normal."

“So why are you going so fast?”

“In a hurry to the library.”

He didn't say anything anymore, just strode after me, going all the way to the library door. I found a place to sit down, opened the book, but not a single word entered my head. What the hell was I thinking? I do not know. Just when I saw that senior walking next to him, smiling and talking to him, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. But what right do I have to be disappointed? My purpose in pursuing him is to lose weight. He helped me lose weight, our relationship was just that. The other woman asked him about his lesson, which was a matter of heaven and earth. I took a deep breath and forced myself to focus. Phone vibrates. To Nghien sent a message. He sat right next to me, didn't say anything, but texted. To Nghien: *What do you want to eat for dinner.* I typed: *You decide.* To Nghien: *I decide.* I stared at the screen, typed three words and then deleted them, finally replied: *Sweet potatoes.* To Nghien: *Another bowl of steamed eggs.* Me: *What's wrong?* To Nghien: *My protein intake is not enough today.* I put the phone down, tilted my head to look at him. He was reading a book, his fingers curled over the edge of the open page, the lines and angles neat and clean. On the table next to him was his phone, the screen was still on, I accidentally glanced at the name of the contact he saved for me - He didn't save my name. Only save one word. But I can't see clearly. He noticed my eyes, gently stroked his finger, the screen went dark.

“Read a book.” he said.

“What did you save my name as?”

“Your name.”

“I see, there's only one word.”

He turned a page of the book: "You looked at it wrong." I didn't see wrong. But don't ask anymore. At night, when I returned to the dormitory, To Niem squatted on my bed again.

“Let me tell you something.” It pretends to be mysterious.

“Say it.”

“Lam Thi Vu, that's the lady who gave me milk tea the other day Well, today she's going to tell people that she's planning to kill my brother."

The towel hanging in my hand stopped.

“What does it have to do with you?” To Niem tilted his head and looked at me, "You cut my brother to lose weight? If other people pursue him, you should be indifferent."

"I'm indifferent."

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So let me tell my brother to consider Lam Thi Vu? She also has a good personality, her face is—”

“To Niem.”

“Huh?”

“Shut your mouth.”

To Niem smiled, smiling like a cat that had just stolen a fish.