Is this bastard actually seriously ill?! Damn it, and it’s even a controllable episode... This is just outrageous!
As for Han Lie, the mont Dan Zihao adopted a defensive posture, he knew who it was—
Oh, so it’s Little Dan.
Dan Zihao was in the sa class as Huang Wei, Ding Ding, and the others, so he was well aware of Han Lie’s "Special" condition. Zhou Ci, on the other hand, was from a different class and wouldn’t react so strongly to Han Lie’s crazed gaze.
Having figured out who it was, Han Lie gave him a taste of his own dicine, coldly asking, "You’re Dan Zihao?"
Damn it! How can this bastard be so repulsive?
Dan Zihao was furious, but he still felt he had a psychological edge over Han Lie.
He nodded, a smile playing on his lips but not reaching his eyes. "That’s right. Ding Ding and Little Northeast from your dorm are good friends of mine. We should hang out soti, get to know each other better!"
Huang Wei was terrified of Han Lie, truly scared out of his wits.
Dan Zihao didn’t live in the dorms, so he had no need to fear Han Lie.
What’s he going to do, smash with a hamr in public?
Of course, Han Lie wouldn’t dare. He didn’t even bother trying to scare Dan Zihao further.
Using the sa old tricks is boring; it doesn’t showcase my true abilities.
He dropped the act, a sudden smile spreading across his face. "Alright, we’ll have a good drink when we get the chance."
Dan Zihao froze, completely caught off guard by Han Lie’s abrupt change in deanor.
You’re backing down? How am I supposed to go through with my plan now?
"Uh... How about we set a ti now?"
Han Lie didn’t answer. He glanced around the table, then suddenly complained to Pan Ge, "Why didn’t you get any chopsticks?"
Pan Ge rolled her eyes at the scumbag.
He’s really getting into this act, isn’t he? Who knew you were coming? I only dragged you here to put on a brave front. Did you think I’d be idle enough to prepare a bowl and chopsticks for you?
Tofu, quick-witted, hastily put down the half-eaten stead bun in her hand. "Han Lie, I’ll go get them for you!"
"Hey, no need, no need!"
Han Lie quickly stopped her and casually picked up Pan Ge’s spoon.
"Don’t bother, I’ll just use Pan Pan’s."
CLATTER!
Tofu’s hand trembled, and the half-eaten stead bun dropped to the floor with a dull thud.
Dan Zihao’s eyes widened in horror.
Holy crap! That’s her personal, handcrafted king of tableware—the Goa series by Cutipol from Portugal, a privately customized rose-gold pink set! Key point: privately customized! Tofu wouldn’t even dream of touching sothing like that. How could she let a man use it?!
Dan Zihao had expected Pan Ge to stop Han Lie and make him use the sterilized utensils provided by the school.
Instead, Pan Ge rely shot him a "calm" glance and said nothing more.
Actually, it wasn’t "calmness"—it was resignation.
Pan Ge had already given in, her heart a mix of exasperation and helplessness.
Great. So you were waiting for Dan Zihao here, huh? You scumbag! I can’t do anything about you right now, so you just go ahead and push your luck! Fine, use it if you want. I’ll just throw them all out and buy a new set later!
Han Lie didn’t recognize the Cutipol brand, nor did he realize the front of the spoon was 75% pure, genuine rose gold—incredibly expensive. So, his actions were completely casual.
He knew Pan Ge would not stop him.
To protect her image, Pan Ge wasn’t ready to openly clash with this scumbag, so she really had no choice but to let him show off.
Thus, their natural interaction dealt a heavy blow to Dan Zihao’s heart.
A critical hit of 99,999! The five-digit damage almost wiped out his entire health bar.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Dan Zihao was so furious his temples throbbed, and his vision started to blur.
They’re even sharing personal utensils... Just how far have they gone?!
He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. Calm down, Haohao, you must stay calm!
Then, he painstakingly tried to reconstruct the events from the beginning.
Pan Ge had greeted him joyfully. Han Lie had walked over happily and casually patted her head. Then he’d said sothing caring. Pan Ge had glared at Han Lie shyly, and they had started gazing deeply into each other’s eyes... then I interrupted.
Pan Ge had then shyly lowered her head. Tofu had let out a satisfied laugh, like soone who’d had their fill of public displays of affection. Pan Ge had playfully rolled her eyes at Tofu... then I interrupted again.
Then, Han Lie and I talked. Pan Ge remained silent the whole ti. Han Lie suddenly picked up her personal spoon, and Pan Ge tacitly allowed it... This ti, I couldn’t interrupt...
Damn it! Aren’t they just like a married couple? If I hadn’t followed them, would they have started feeding each other by now?! They’re sharing a spoon, so they’ve probably kissed long ago... Fuck!
But wait, that’s not right... What about Xi Luting?! How could Pan Ge and Han Lie have progressed so quickly right under Xi Luting’s nose?!
The more Dan Zihao thought, the more confused he beca. A whirlwind of grief and anger muddled his mind completely.
Well, it was indeed hard for a normal person to imagine how audacious and shaless Han Lie could be.
Pan Ge had wanted to cause him a little trouble, but he’d retaliated by kissing her straight away... Who could possibly handle that?
While Dan Zihao stood there, stunned, Han Lie had already begun eating with Pan Ge’s spoon.
Moreover, he dipped the spoon directly into Pan Ge’s bowl.
Of the four people at the table, three had trembling lips.
Tofu’s were trembling with excitent, Dan Zihao’s with anguish, and Pan Ge’s... Pan Ge’s were trembling with rage.
She was genuinely about to lose it.
How could I have been so stupid? Inviting a dog over because of a toad?! I drove away the toad, only to get thoroughly mauled by the dog! What was the point of it all?!
"Han Lie!"
She glared at him, her expression severe, clearly conveying, "If you push your luck any further, I won’t be so polite!"
Tofu and Dan Zihao were both startled.
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