Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 389 - 100 Only for You to See_1

Chapter 389: Chapter 100 Only for You to See_1

When old He heard Yan Fei say that he was interested in the naming rights, he immediately nodded and said: "Exactly, are you interested?"

It’s the right thing to be interested, it’s good to be interested, as long as you want to name it, we’re not afraid that you won’t bring good melon seeds in the future.

Yan Fei thought for a while, didn’t directly answer, and nodded solemnly: "Alright, when do you want the seeds? How much? Can I bring them on New Year’s Day?"

Professor Qi, seeing that they had come to an agreement, opened her mouth and said, "Of course, the more the better. It would be great if we can fill these two giant greenhouses."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei felt relieved. The two greenhouses are not that big! They only require a few catties of seeds to plant watermelons in their land. Half a catty should be enough for these two plots of land.

He nodded and agreed, "Alright, half a catty should be enough for such a small land. I will deliver them on New Year’s Day. We’re going out to play! We’ll be going first. By the way, how can I find you guys at that time?"

"We’ll be running back and forth between the two experimental fields most of the time. You can just come here, if we’re not around, you can ask anyone." Old He replied and then hurried to say, "What about that, about that, won’t you reconsider?"

Hearing this, Yan Fei knew that he was talking about the gold coin again, and he flatly refused: "There’s no room for negotiation."

After saying goodbye to the girl, the two of them went out. To be exact, they came out saying goodbye to Professor Qi, because old He had also followed them out.

He kept asking Yan Fei: "Are you really not considering it anymore? I don’t care about money, just say what you want! I can get more things done than you think. Don’t forget, the person you had so much trouble trying to find last time, was my student."

Yan Fei looked down on him, "Can you do anything? Can you parcel out two acres of this experimental field for me?"

Old He wondered: "What do you want two acres of land for? Are you planning to farm here?"

"My wife is studying here! It’s inconvenient for her to have something to eat when I’m not around. If you could make two acres for me so I could build a yard, breed chickens and plant vegetables, she can have eggs and vegetables every day!"

Yan Fei spoke as if it were common sense. Old He was left flabbergasted. Could your demands be any more outlandish? If everyone was like you, with so many universities in the provincial city and so many female students, all demanding two acres to build a yard to breed chickens and plant vegetables, the capital would probably have to be transformed into a separate district of the provincial city!

Xu Xiaoyan saw the frustrated look on old He’s face, and she tried to help him out. She said, "Professor He, he’s just talking nonsense, don’t take him seriously. He really doesn’t want to sell it, so there’s no point in discussing it further. We’re going first. Goodbye, Professor He."

She quickly pulled Yan Fei away and they ran off.

When they were out of the experimental fields, the girl was still curious, "Yan Xiaofei, if you get to name that watermelon in the future, what are you planning to call it? Yan Fei number one?"

Yan Fei chuckles, "I will keep it a secret for now!"

The girl was alarmed as soon as she saw his smile, "Don’t even think about using my name! I warn you, otherwise, I would really be too embarrassed to face people."

Yan Fei asked, "Why?"

He was implying his intention, which proved that he really had thought about using her name. The girl was instantly worried and annoyed, speaking with exasperation, "Have you considered that you would be happy to have every watermelon vendor on the streets shouting my name?"

Yan Fei was stunned.

He did indeed intend to name it after the girl, but he hadn’t considered the possible consequences.

Nowadays, there are few new varieties of crops, and the growers like to call out the names of their new varieties to attract customers. For instance, the popular sweet potato variety is called "37", and when they sell it, they shout "37 Sweet Potato" followed by the price per catty.

There are more people selling watermelons than sweet potatoes. By then, not only will it be in the streets and lanes, but even in the edges of fields and the entrances of villages, there would be those selling watermelons or exchanging grains for watermelons. Just imagining everyone simultaneously shouting "Xu Xing watermelons for sale at a low price...", or "Xu Xing No.1 jumbo watermelon, exchange eight catties of watermelon for one catty of wheat..."

No wonder the girl got so worried as soon as she guessed that he wanted to use her name, anyone would be worried in that situation!

Thinking of this, Yan Fei shuddered, he didn’t dare to think further. He quickly reassured the girl, "Rest assured, I definitely won’t use your name."

"This is a promise! Absolutely no using it, otherwise I’ll ignore you in the future." The young girl finally calmed down, but still afraid that he would change his mind later, she threatened him again. Then she asked him, "So what name do you plan to use?"

Yan Fei hadn’t thought about any alternative names. Now that he couldn’t use the name he’d initially thought of for the girl, he lost his enthusiasm. He replied listlessly, "I don’t know. Anyway, it’ll be a while before the seeds are cultivated. Besides, it’s not even certain whether it will work! Let’s wait until the seeds are available."

Hearing his response, she didn’t ask anymore. Instead, she asked him, "If I sign up for a program for the New Year’s Day party and get selected, I have to perform in front of all the teachers and students! Maybe I shouldn’t sign up. With all those people... it’s terrifying just thinking about it."

"What’s there to be scared of?" said Yan Fei indifferently. "You’re not ugly, so why are you afraid of people looking at you! If you want to go, just go. I’ll be there to back you up."

The young girl giggled, "I’m performing on stage, not fighting someone! Why do I need you to back me up! But can you really come? If you want to see me perform, then I will. I’ll perform for you and only you, I’ll just pretend that no one else is there!"

"Sure! I’ll definitely be there. Don’t worry," Yan Fei nodded in response.

"So what do you want me to perform?" the girl asked with delight.

"I’d love to watch whatever you perform."

"You... Are you giving me a suggestion? Nope, you have to pick one. Singing or dancing?"

"I think you look wonderful doing either, you can perform whatever you like!"

"Hmph!" The girl was displeased, "How about I perform for you somewhere secluded first? You can see which one is better."

"Yes! Yes!"

So, that afternoon in a small grove by the Yellow River, a young girl was there, sometimes dancing, sometimes singing.

When she stopped and asked the only audience member which one was better, the fool was so enthralled that he’d completely forgotten who he was, and could only nod and grin stupidly, saying the same three words from beginning to end: "They’re all good!"

So the young girl smiled at the fool, before performing the next number.

Not until the setting sun painted the roaring river with its crimson hues did that fool remember to pull out an old but fairly clean towel, and wipe the beads of sweat off the girl’s forehead.

The girl stood quietly, watching this suddenly clumsy guy wipe sweat off her forehead, no longer asking which performance was better.

However, the guy, while wiping, was gazing at the girl’s fair face, and foolishly blurted out, "You’re so beautiful!"

All at once, the red glow of the horizon seemed to spread onto the girl’s face, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her gaze wavering but quickly fixed on the figure before her.

Their eyes met, until someone’s gaze wavered, the face that never cared about being seen, comparable to the scales of a Sarcosuchus, started to redden slightly, embarrassedly asking, "What are you staring at me for?"

The girl smiled sweetly, "Dumb-dumb!"

The wind by the river had grown a bit cold, the wheat in the fields was green, and looking out, it was as if a yellow-green carpet had been laid upon the earth.

Riding on a bicycle trail, the girl was sitting in the rear seat, her cheek lightly resting against the broad and solid back of the boy in front. Her heart felt warm.

Wonderful!

The two of them had long forgotten that they had initially made a bet on whether there were Chinese Sturgeons in the Yellow River and made their way here.

But it didn’t matter whether they remembered or not!