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Facing that sister's Chat Box, I sent a bombshell message: "Good sister, can I meet you in person?"
Without any suspense, the sister replied as straightforwardly as ever: "Of course, little brother!"
This time, I didn't even have to translate for him; San Tong surprisingly understood the message himself. He jumped up from his chair as if he had been injected with adrenaline. If someone didn’t know better, they might think he was about to dunk in the room.
In his excitement, he nearly overturned the computer desk in front of him. The computer on the desk clattered loudly but fortunately didn’t fall to the ground.
I quickly stood up, nodding and bowing to the people around and the boss, apologizing profusely while trying to push San Tong back down into his seat.
"My Mr.San, can you calm down a bit? We're in a public place; can we pay attention to our appearance? Can you at least rein in your youthful exuberance?"
He, however, was unfazed, like a lustful wild dog from Animal Kingdom, overflowing with hormones, almost panting with excitement.
He looked at me eagerly and whispered, "That's great! Hurry up and ask her what kind of boys she likes."
I shot him a disdainful glance and said, "Why do you want to ask that?"
He seemed completely convinced it was obvious: "Isn't it necessary? We need to cater to her preferences and prepare someone she likes."
"Listen to me, San'er, there's no need to..."
"Hurry up!" He interrupted me before I could finish.
I really couldn't be bothered to deal with him, so I might as well just go along with what he said; after all, I couldn't argue with him.
I sent a message to that sister: "So, what type of guy do you like?"
After I asked in the same way, she immediately replied, "I like guys who are cultured and speak Mandarin."
I turned and smiled at San Tong, playfully asking him, "Hey San'er, did you hear that? Mandarin, can you do it?"
San Tong was not one to back down easily. As soon as I said that, he threw his cigarette on the ground, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and sat up straight.
He tried to tidy up his collar and spoke in a serious tone with his poor Jin Accent Mandarin, saying, "I tell you, Comrade Tiaozi, my Mandarin is actually quite decent."
What nonsense!
I spat on the ground in disgust.
I almost threw up; I covered his big face with my hand and turned away, not wanting to look at him anymore.
"Alright already, San'er. Just shut up. You should wash up and go to bed; she's not right for you."
San Tong wasn't ready to give up just yet and was about to say something when suddenly, a new message came through.
"Hey there, what type of girl do you like?"
I opened a bottle of mineral water and turned my face to give San Tong a glance. "Hey, San'er, someone asked you. What type of girl do you like?"
San Tong squinted his small triangular eyes, thinking for a few seconds.
Then, with a mouthful of awkward Tianjing Mandarin, he said, "Tell her I like girls who wear suspenders."
I nearly spat the water all over the screen.
Wiping my mouth, I shouted at San Tong, "Suspenders, suspenders, baby! Suspenders!"
"What's wrong? Isn't it the same?"
I was really baffled. "Come on, San'er, forget it. If you can't even say that clearly, how are you going to meet someone online? Just add the 'er' sound, baby."
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