62: Chapter 058 Conspiracy Trap 62: Chapter 058 Conspiracy Trap Yiyi returned and found that Ye Fan and ng Yao had switched to a different coffee table.
She walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Ye Fan, asking, “Why did you change tables?”
“I accidentally spilled coffee just now,” Ye Fan explained.
ng Yao giggled.
Ye Fan couldn’t help but glance at her.
She imdiately winked at him, her slender eyes inadvertently revealing a hint of flirtation.
Ye Fan couldn’t be bothered with her and looked down to drink his coffee.
Yiyi took a sip of her lemon iced water and curiously asked Ye Fan, “Ye, are you also trained in Taekwondo since you can fight so well?”
“Who said being good ans having learned Taekwondo?” Ye Fan responded a bit sharply.
ng Yao imdiately said, “Hey, Yiyi was just curiously asking.
Why are you being so defensive?
You scared my Yiyi!”
Ye Fan realized his response had been instinctive and knew it wasn’t right to speak in that tone, but he didn’t apologize.
Instead, he silently sipped his coffee.
The atmosphere grew a bit awkward.
“Hehe, I’m fine,” Yiyi chid in lightly, trying to ease the tension.
She then continued to inquire, “Ye, then what martial art did you learn?
Sanda, karate, or boxing?”
Ye Fan looked up, facing Yiyi who was wearing a calm and kind smile, which softened his heart.
He smiled and said, “None of those.
I learned military combat skills.”
The ancient martial arts were not known by most, so it wasn’t suitable to tell Yiyi about them.
“Wow, military combat skills!
Are they very powerful?” Yiyi asked excitedly.
Ye Fan smiled and said, “There’s no martial art that’s absolutely powerful, only powerful individuals.
Even the best martial arts, if not practiced by a talented and diligent person, might not outperform a street thug.
However, military combat techniques focus on lethal strikes, targeting the most vulnerable parts of the human body, so they can be quite threatening.”
“Pfft,” ng Yao scoffed, “The toughest soldier in the army can beat a truly skilled Taekwondo expert?”
Ye Fan chuckled dismissively, ignoring ng Yao’s remark, and continued to drink his coffee.
ng Yao, feeling undervalued and unable to retort, was about to lose her temper when she suddenly rembered the promise she made to her aunt, so she held it back.
On the surface, Ye Fan appeared calm while drinking his coffee, but he was actually on guard for ng Yao’s outburst.
However, to his slight surprise, it never ca.
He didn’t think much of it and planned to finish his coffee and leave.
As for hanging out and chatting, he wouldn’t bother spending ti with these two immature girls if it weren’t for ng Yao pressing him.
Ye Fan focused on his coffee, and although ng Yao wasn’t erupting, she was still a bit annoyed, so the atmosphere naturally turned cold.
Yiyi wanted to lighten the mood, but since she wasn’t familiar with Ye Fan and was completely on ng Yao’s side, she remained silent.
Just as he was about to finish his coffee, a mocking voice suddenly ca from the nearby corridor: “Oh, isn’t that ng Yao the baldie?
Look, she’s wearing a wig, playing nice, and dating a guy!”
Ye Fan instinctively turned his head to look and saw three guys and a girl standing in the corridor.
The trio, ages sixteen to eighteen, were fashionably dressed and rather flashy, styled sowhat non-mainstream.
They were looking at ng Yao with arrogant, provoking expressions, and also cast a disdainful glance at Ye Fan.
“Han Liming, you guys should take a good look at yourselves in the mirror before you even think about ddling in my business,” ng Yao shot back imdiately without showing any weakness.
The red-haired boy leading them jeered, “Ha, I have no interest in ddling in your business.
But hey, haha, tonight the Han Royal English Club got thrashed by our Pirate King Club, and here you are, the president of the Royal English Club, hiding in a café on a date.
Haha, this is killing – haha…”
The two guys and a girl behind him also burst into laughter.
“Where is it?” ng Yao suddenly stood up, clenching her fists tightly and demanded.
Yiyi also rose to her feet.
Han Liming said with a smirk, “Where?
Haha, even if I told you, you couldn’t do anything.
We have invited the Japanese karate master Liu Shengjian, a fifth dan black belt in karate!
With your petty taekwondo skills, you can only…
hehe…”
While speaking, he lewdly glanced over ng Yao’s chest.
“Where is it?
Tell !” ng Yao demanded loudly, showing so authority.
Han Liming, intimidated by ng Yao’s deanor, replied, “Manshu Bar.”
“Yiyi, let’s go.” ng Yao imdiately hurried out with Yiyi.
However, just a few steps out, she suddenly stopped, turned back, and abruptly pulled Ye Fan along, her eyes pleading, “Brother Ye, can you co with too?”
Ye Fan wasn’t interested in childish fights, it was beneath him, so he shook his head and refused.
ng Yao stamped her foot and asked, “What would it take for you to agree?”
“It’s not a matter of conditions; I’m simply not interested,” Ye Fan said calmly.
ng Yao was about to speak when her phone suddenly rang, so she quickly picked it up.
“ng Yao, co save us!” a girl’s voice, frantic and close to tears, ca from the phone.
ng Yao imdiately said, “I’ll be right there.
Are you at Manshu Bar?”
“No.
We’ve already lost two rounds, and we’re about to head to Longwan Mountain for a car race,” the girl’s voice from the phone explained.
“If we lose the car race, we’ll have to be Lin Junhua’s girlfriends for a month!”
“What?!” ng Yao exclaid in shock, her face turning pale as she angrily scolded, “How can you bet on things like this?!”
“It was Sister Xuan’s decision.
We didn’t want to.
Moreover, she forbid us from telling you,” the girl’s voice cried, “ng Yao, please hurry!”
“Alright, I’ll be there soon!
Don’t rush into racing with them!” After hanging up, ng Yao clenched her teeth, flared her nostrils, her eyes round with anger and urgency.
She tore off the wig that she was wearing on her head, throwing it to the ground, revealing her nearly bald head which contrasted sharply with the gentle, princess-like dress she was wearing.
She didn’t call for Ye Fan anymore and swiftly walked towards Yiyi.
“Wait, maybe I can help,” Ye Fan called out.
He had heard the voice on the phone.
ng Yao abruptly stopped, turned, and coldly said, “No need!
A bumpkin like you might be strong enough to fight, but racing is way out of your league!
Hmph!”
After saying that, she turned back, took Yiyi’s hand, and hurried away.
Clearly, she was holding a grudge against Ye Fan for his earlier indifference.
Even though ng Yao rudely rejected his offer of help, Ye Fan didn’t give up; he couldn’t just watch ng Yao walk into a trap.
To use becoming soone’s girlfriend for a month as a bet was clearly a foolish decision, obviously a plot.
Furthermore, in the cafe, the encounter with the opponent’s n, who just “happened” to run into ng Yao and mock her, was suspicious.
Even more, he couldn’t just stand by, knowing the situation and watching a group of high school girls being forced to be soone else’s girlfriends.
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