The roommate on the upper bunk immediately laughed and said, "See? I told you that simp wouldn't say no."
"Exactly. Actually, he cleaned up his hair today, and he looks pretty decent."
"So what? The golden rule is, the better-looking the guy, the poorer he is—unless he's willing to sell himself."
"Ugh, when can I find a boyfriend like Yana? A bag worth 50 thousand? I wouldn't even dare dream of that."
These words pierced Tina's heart deeply, while Lyla eyes sparkled mischievously as she schemed up some trouble.
After enjoying the delicious meal, Yana gracefully paid the bill, then smiled charmingly and said, "Ryan, you guys go back to the dorm and rest. I've got something to take care of, but I'll come see you this afternoon."
"Alright!"
Ryan was now holding a large bag filled with restaurant's signature rice bowls—eight servings, just enough for their entire dorm.
