"Yes, the show starts in ten minutes." Chén Zhāoyáng took the handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then carefully tucked the ticket into his *College English* textbook. He had found this was the best ticket holder; the pages were thick, didn't dog-ear easily, and protected the stub well.
A short queue had formed in front of the snack counter, where hard candies in glass jars gleamed with a cheap luster. Lín Xiǎotáng stared for a long time at the largest bucket of popcorn, which cost two yuan and fifty fen—enough for three lunch meals in the cafeteria. Chén Zhāoyáng didn't wait for her to speak before taking out his wallet, inside of which was fifty yuan for living expenses from his mother, bound neatly with a rubber band.
"I'll take the biggest one," he handed the money over, his voice a bit louder than usual. "And two cups of orange soda, iced."
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