Chapter 9 - Hurt by Beauty_2

Su Qing's dissatisfaction with the two of them fist-bumping was probably greater than that of Chen Ke's boyfriend as she ate and stared at them with her distinct black and white eyes.

"I'm going to poison the donuts," she muttered, "one impotent, one menopausal."

Chen Ke finally understood the fear Gu Ran had felt earlier.

"Don't do that, you can't even say such things, it's really scary, team leader!"

"The probability of depression decreases after menopause."

"Before the probability drops, I'd already be depressed from menopause at 20!"

Gu Ran hadn't noticed before, but Chen Ke, who always seemed mature, also had a funny side.

However, anyone who could enter {Jinghai Psychological Sanatorium} and be valued by Zhuang Jing naturally had the potential to awaken [Mind World].

To awaken [Mind World], one certainly couldn't be a dull person.

This didn't affect professionalism at work, but being professional didn't impede one from being cheerful in private.

Maybe Chen Ke would even sing "Digging in the tiny garden, what seeds you plant, what flowers you get" while showering.

Hmm? Why does it sound a bit sensual?

After having a meal, the three of them went back on duty.

During duty, the office was exceptionally quiet, as if submerged in seawater, air seemingly asleep, tranquil and steady.

At one moment, Gu Ran suddenly turned around, startling Su Qing who was adjusting her hair with her phone.

"What are you doing? Don't you know to knock before entering the leader's office?" Su Qing glared at him discontentedly with her clear eyes.

"Donuts." Gu Ran said, expectant.

"I hope you get fat to death!" Su Qing turned off the camera and opened the takeaway app, "Choose for yourself."

She handed the phone to Gu Ran, who passed it to Chen Ke, who also looked forward to their choice: "You choose first."

Chen Ke took the phone.

Su Qing said, "Ake, don't be shy, just buy what you like, don't worry about the price."

Even though donuts weren't expensive, there would still be concerns about even a few dollars difference when someone else was treating.

"Su Qing, do you have any recommendations?" Chen Ke asked while choosing.

"Dairy-Filled Chocolate Beignets are good, but actually, they're all the same," Su Qing said.

"Then I'll order that," Chen Ke cautiously handed the phone to Gu Ran.

Gu Ran fiddled with the phone as if it was his own, the various styles of donuts in the store as elaborate and splendid as a flower shop to him, a man.

He opened the shopping cart and glanced at the Dairy-Filled Chocolate Beignet.

"Is this a donut? Looks like dorayaki, a heretic, I'll eat 'Healing Little Stars'."

'Healing Little Stars' added to the cart.

"I can eat three of the dairy ones," said Su Qing, with a mocking tone that suggested he had no taste, as she directly increased the quantity of 'Dairy-Filled Chocolate Beignets' by one in the cart.

But she didn't place the order immediately, fidgeting with her phone for a bit longer.

When the takeaway arrived, Gu Ran went to get it, bringing back two boxes, with six donuts in each.

The three of them, three from the next team, plus six more to share between the cute apple-cheeked receptionist and another nurse, dividing them up amongst themselves.

Then, the second part of the takeaway arrived, the milk tea ordered by Chen Ke.

Afterward, the third part of the takeaway arrived, the fried skewers ordered by Gu Ran.

"What are you doing?" Su Qing was perplexed, "We're on duty, not on a picnic, right?"

All three were sitting back to back, and neither of the other two knew that one had ordered more takeaway.

Finally, the fourth part of the takeaway arrived, the milk tea ordered by Su Qing.

The three of them surrounded the pile of takeaway as if conducting some mysterious ritual.

"What should we do?" Chen Ke panicked, "This isn't just being hungry or greedy during duty, this is neglecting our responsibilities!"

Most importantly, it would absolutely lead to weight gain.

"We can only eat," said Gu Ran nonchalantly.

"Let me think," Su Qing said, holding her arms and musing, "From now on, if one person orders a snack, the other two aren't allowed to order, and it's okay to treat the others next time. The person who orders the snack also shouldn't order too much, like this time, if I order donuts, I should just order donuts and not other things."

"Agreed," both Gu Ran and Chen Ke nodded.

Su Qing suddenly smiled.

It was night, the window was open, the cool night breeze blew in, her soft and shiny hair danced in the wind, and Gu Ran thought she could be a therapy on her own.

"There's one more thing," the beauty therapy, no, Su Qing smiled and said.

"What?" Chen Ke was curious.

"Tomorrow Gu Ran is treating, but who's treating next Friday?" Su Qing asked.

"Aren't you using your foresight in the wrong place?" remarked the victim.

"I'll treat," said Chen Ke, finding Gu Ran quite amusing.

"That's not what I meant," said Su Qing, "We are all aspiring young men and women with high standards for ourselves, we can't settle for less, we should introduce a scoring system."

"Can't we start eating while talking, my fried skewers are getting cold and won't taste good," Gu Ran was only concerned about food and vegetables today.

Eventually, the three of them enjoyed the feast on Gu Ran's desk, with the other two dragging their chairs over.

"Why are we eating here?" Gu Ran discontented.

The crumbs from the donuts, the sauce from the fried skewers, all of that was a hassle.

"It's because you're in the middle, everyone is closest to you," Su Qing said.

Indeed, who had put him in the middle—with his mouth stuffed with chicken legs, Gu Ran couldn't vocalize this thought.

Su Qing pierced the lid with a straw and said, "Let's continue discussing the scoring system I mentioned earlier; everyone can give themselves points, document every point and reason, and we will settle once a week, with the one with the least points treating on Friday."

"Isn't there any supervision?" Chen Ke carefully ate her heretical donut.

"No need for supervision," Su Qing said casually, "Is treating to a meal important? What matters is that we want to use this system to ensure we improve every week, whoever gives points to themselves without discretion, let them be."

"Makes sense," acknowledged Gu Ran.