Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 211 - 208: Such a Person Should Only Exist in Heaven

Chapter 211: Chapter 208: Such a Person Should Only Exist in Heaven

Bao Bao dialed Yan Yan’s Melbourne number and upon his request, after ending the call, Yan Yan sent Bao Bao her newly obtained Italian number.

Before Yan Yan’s text message was completed, the phone from Melbourne rang again.

"Old Sister, I’m hungry~" Zhifei’s pitiful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"If you’re hungry, go home and find mom. Why are you calling me?" Yan Yan asked, frustrated. Her younger brother always seemed a bit offbeat.

"But my mom isn’t in Italy," Zhifei continued pitifully.

"Your mom isn’t there; so you’re there?" Yan Yan asked the illogical Zhifei.

"I am here! I arrived in Italy before two-thirty. I called you and you didn’t answer, and you didn’t call back. I’ve been at the airport for an hour and a half now, and I’m so hungry I could eat a horse," Zhifei almost "complained" through the phone.

"Cut it out—when did you call me?" Yan Yan had been carrying her Wenzhou phone when she had gone out to get her card.

When Yan Yan was previously in Melbourne, Zhifei would call her Wenzhou number, stating that international calls were too expensive, but it saved money calling a national number.

"Old Sister, have your eyes gone bad so quickly? Why don’t you check again? I really did call you," Zhifei weakly asked.

"Which number did you call?" Yan Yan asked Zhifei, quite speechless.

"I called this one. Surely, your phone hasn’t gotten as foggy as you have," Zhifei quite dissatisfied with Yan Yan’s current reaction.

"With that tone, I’m almost starting to believe you actually came to Italy," Yan Yan laughed, wondering what Zhifei was up to this time.

When she was in Melbourne, Zhifei dialed her domestic number, and now that she was in Florence, Zhifei claimed he was calling her Melbourne number, seemingly unable to endure a day without some mischief.

However, Zhifei had a history of such behavior; he once claimed he’d visit her in Melbourne, but she never saw a trace of him.

Lately, Zhifei, who was in London, had taken great joy in messaging Yan Yan, asking when she would arrive in Europe, or when she could come to London to treat him to a meal, or if she could stop by London on her way to Florence and treat him to a few meals.

Every third sentence was about getting Yan Yan to treat him to a meal.

Yan Yan had considered stopping in London first, but she had so much luggage that it just wasn’t practical.

"Old Sister, I really am at the airport. I left from London City Airport, now I’m at Peretola Airport in Florence. I landed at 14:14. Check the time, what time is it now?" Zhifei asked Yan Yan, describing his situation very specifically.

But Yan Yan still didn’t believe him. Isn’t London’s international airport called Heathrow? What on earth is London City Airport? Yan Yan had never heard of it.

When Yan Yan had previously considered her routes to Florence, she hadn’t noticed any flight transfers from such an airport.

Zhifei posed himself very assertively as the "younger brother," constantly asking Yan Yan to come see him, or him coming to see her, yet that never really happened. Furthermore, Zhifei wasn’t the type to make surprise visits.

Yan Yan completely disregarded the blatantly unrealistic words that came out of Zhifei’s mouth.

"Old Sister, what do I have to do for you to believe I’m in Florence? Shall I record some of the airport announcements for you?" Zhifei asked earnestly.

Sending a surprise backfired, instead getting stranded at the airport without even a hint of anger, which wasn’t at all consistent with Jiao Zhifei’s character.

"The airport’s broadcasts? Those are easy to fake. In the United States, phones even come installed with various scenes like airports or hospitals. Whatever scene you need, there’s already a sound clip for it. You don’t need to record it yourself, just insert it into the background while you’re on the phone, and you can be at the airport one minute and run off to the hospital the next." Yan Yan was very firm in her opinion.

The more specific Jiao Zhifei got, the bigger the holes in his story seemed, which was precisely the kind of unusual thought process that Jiao Zhifei was known for.

"Do you really plan to let me suffer back home on a plane like this? Or are you hoping I pass out from hunger and end up in a hospital the next second?" Jiao Zhifei asked Yan Yan in an incredibly surprised tone.

"I’ll give you my home address; you can just take a taxi here, right?" Yan Yan always liked to use the simplest method to solve problems when others tried to deceive her.

"That works, send me your address. You’re home now, right? Wait for me at home. Don’t make me wait outside your door for ages when I arrive, you know, I’ve already wasted enough time for a meal at the airport," Jiao Zhifei solemnly and seriously "advised" Yan Yan.

"Okay, I understand. Hurry up, dinner time is in two hours, and from the airport to my house is at most half an hour. Make sure you don’t end up with a dodgy driver who takes a detour for days before reaching my house." Yan Yan cheerfully accepted Jiao Zhifei’s suggestion to stay home, as she had nowhere else to go anyway.

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There was no point visiting again if it would be as rushed as last time.

After hanging up on Jiao Zhifei, Yan Yan started sketching, as there was no friend closer to her than sketching.

While sketching, Yan Yan wondered whether Jiao Zhifei might actually be at the airport.

But Yan Yan sketched for two hours and still didn’t have a clue where Jiao Zhifei was.

Yan Yan was relieved that she knew Jiao Zhifei well enough to avoid being fooled just then.

She just didn’t know why Jiao Zhifei had called her in the first place, as he had hung up without clarifying anything.

Behaving like Jiao Zhifei did was also quite intoxicating; Yan Yan often felt that such a person was a rare sight.

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Because she had a late lunch, by six in the evening, Yan Yan still wasn’t feeling hungry.

"Does Waiwai want to have dinner? I can eat sandwiches in the United States, accompanying my Waiwai over in Florence enjoying a Manhan feast," Qi Yi took the chance to call Yan Yan during his lunch break.

"What Manhan feast? Your Waiwai doesn’t even have sandwiches to eat, I’m starving right now," protested Yan Yan.

"Right, you won’t eat sandwiches. You want to eat pizza in the land of pizza, don’t you?

I just sent you the food map. I marked the places in Florence where the pizza is reputed to be great.

Although they say it can’t compare to Naples, they are still supposed to be very good pizza places.

I checked the reviews of the places I marked on the food map online; they all come highly recommended, which is why I marked them.

I’ll only recommend places with a probability of being good over 83.2%, but you’ll have to discover the flavors you personally like.

After all, your taste standards are higher than the average person’s," said Qi Yi, discussing the potential issues with his food map version 1.0.