Wednesday.
Another gym class.
"Fourteen, fifteen! Girls, get ready. You're up on the track next."
"Ha—ha—"
"Finally liberated—"
Crossing the finish line, Bai Bufan remembers his number from You Jun's mouth, and collapses onto the grass on the field, lying down and gasping for breath.
"Want a Coke?" Nearby, Lin Li, who actually ran the same thousand meters with Bai Bufan but looks like he's unaffected, smiles and hands over a Coke bottle.
"Yes!" Bai Bufan takes it without thinking, twists the cap off, and tilts it over his mouth.
"Yue—"
By the time he realizes the black liquid inside is thick and flat without bubbles, it's too late.
Bai Bufan spits with a grimace, questioning, panting, "What the hell is this?"
He sniffs it, shakes the bottle, and, with the lingering taste in his mouth, Bai Bufan widens his eyes in disbelief:
"This wouldn't be soy sauce, would it?"
