Chapter 517: Chapter 517: A Man’s Vanity is Satisfied
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Upon arriving at the manor and entering the private room, Luo Ziling naturally sat next to Yang Qingyin.
Ouyang Huihui thought it over and wisely decided to sit opposite Luo Ziling.
She didn’t choose to sit on the other side of Luo Ziling because she didn’t want everyone to think she was competing with Yang Qingyin.
After entering the private room, Luo Ziling and Yang Qingyin both took off their glasses and hats.
With that, Yang Qingyin’s stunning beauty was revealed to everyone present.
Sitting beside two goddess-level beauties, Cao Jianhui, Li Fuming, and Wu Longjiang were as excited as could be.
They felt that, apart from Luo Ziling, they were the luckiest n in Yan University.
No one else could be so fortunate as to have a late-night snack with two goddess-like beauties at the sa ti.
In their excitent, Cao Jianhui almost scalded his hand when pouring water for others—the boiling water almost poured onto his own hand.
When grabbing water for soone else, he nearly knocked a cup onto Li Fuming’s head.
If not for the presence of Yang Qingyin and Ouyang Huihui, Li Fuming, who had been splashed with water by Cao Jianhui, would certainly have stood up to fight.
Of course, this situation was a very uncomfortable form of torture for Luo Ziling.
Last ti, he had endured one round of torture when Yang Qingyin followed him to Ouyang Feifei’s place. Unexpectedly, he had to endure a similar form of torture today. The Ouyang sisters had t with Yang Qingyin and it was in a confrontational situation—he truly didn’t know what to make of it.
“Boss,” noticing the sowhat awkward atmosphere, Cao Jianhui gallantly tried to smooth things over, “you must be possessed by gods, who would have thought you could win so many championships at this sports et. You’ve taken all the championships for the n’s running events. Last year’s champions, and so who were confident they would win, must be so desperate to jump off a building after seeing your results.”
“Boss, I bet you swept the running events during your high school sports ets too, right?” Li Fuming joined in with a random shout, “Back then, were there a lot of young girls cheering and jumping for you?”
Li Fuming’s words made Yang Qingyin and Ouyang Huihui look at Luo Ziling oddly, as they knew that Luo Ziling hadn’t attended school and thus had no middle or high school years to speak of.
“The sports et is over, there’s not much to talk about, achievents aren’t the most important,” Luo Ziling suddenly rembered sothing and asked Cao Jianhui, “What about the events you participated in? Did you get any championships?”
“Got a bronze,” Cao Jianhui was imdiately ashad to death, “I went for the gold, but didn’t expect to face so many strong opponents.”
“If the boss had gone, he certainly would have won,” Wu Longjiang chuckled, “The boss’s strength is much greater than yours.”
Cao Jianhui felt even more defeated, but after looking at Luo Ziling, he ultimately didn’t deny it: “It’s a pity the boss couldn’t sign up for more events.”
Ouyang Huihui chid in, “Luo Ziling, I hear school leadership is preparing to have you participate in the Universiade. If you can win there, your fa will be even greater. Prepare well, strive to win at the Universiade. We’ll all co to cheer you on.”
“I haven’t thought about these things and I’m not really interested. My participation in this sports et was purely due to this guy’s instigation,” Luo Ziling pointed at Cao Jianhui, “I’ve never taken part in a sports et before and had no idea I could win.”
“Then why did you sign up for so many events?” Ouyang Huihui asked curiously.
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“I’ve always been quite impressive at running,” Luo Ziling said, smiling a bit proudly, “even while carrying soone, I can run very fast.”
When Luo Ziling spoke, he thought of the ti he rescued Lin Lan, carrying her and sprinting up the hillside, and how he ran all the way ho without stopping for breath.
But to Yang Qingyin, who heard these words, the image that ca to mind was of the day Luo Ziling had carried her in a dash, which involuntarily brought pink to her cheeks. Fortunately, there was a steaming cup of tea in front of her, and Cao Jianhui and the others didn’t dare to intentionally stare at her face, so no one noticed anything unusual.
After sitting down, Ouyang Huihui and Yang Qingyin didn’t engage in any direct confrontations, and Qingyin barely said a word, which puzzled Luo Ziling.
Soon, the bone broth and vegetables they’d ordered were served. Cao Jianhui, with agile hands and feet, threw so tofu sheets and greens into the pot and said with a chuckle, “Eating more bean products is good for the skin, and so are vegetables. Ladies, you can eat whatever you like later, it’s the Boss treating us after all. Do you want so seafood? Shall I fetch it? Haha, you guys eat as much as you want, don’t worry about getting fat.”
Watching Cao Jianhui babble sowhat incoherently, Luo Ziling couldn’t help but feel disdain.
Seeing that Yang Qingyin appeared sowhat aloof and Ouyang Huihui lacked the enthusiasm she had at the beginning of the dinner, Cao Jianhui felt a bit awkward.
But he persisted in enthusiastically creating a lively atmosphere with the other two rry fellows.
The vegetables they had put in the pot were cooked in no ti.
“Junior brother, you haven’t had dinner yet, eat more. You must be tired from all the running in the competition today,” Yang Qingyin said as she naturally filled a bowl for Luo Ziling and placed it in front of him, “Have sothing to fill your stomach first, we’ve already had our dinner.”
Surprised by Yang Qingyin’s thoughtful gesture, Luo Ziling felt pleasantly shocked.
Not just Luo Ziling, but Ouyang Huihui and the other few rry fellows were also surprised.
Even Ouyang Huihui had to admit that Yang Qingyin had always been a very proud woman, looking down on every man, and her smile was rarely seen. Now, seeing Qingyin willingly serving food to Luo Ziling, and with an enchanting smile, Ouyang Huihui couldn’t help but feel astonished, and of course, angry.
Without a doubt, she knew that if Yang Qingyin was willing to treat Luo Ziling in such a way, it clearly showed her feelings for him. Her behavior during the sports et today, and just now, unequivocally inford everyone of this fact—she liked Luo Ziling.
Ouyang Huihui felt even more flustered and restless inside, finding it hard to remain seated.
But she knew that if she left like this, she would lose even more face, so she stayed seated, albeit stiffly. However, she wisely refrained from competing with Yang Qingyin or trying to curry favor with Luo Ziling, instead just sitting elegantly and eating casually.
This scene surprised Luo Ziling, Cao Jianhui, and the others as well.
They had originally thought that the two won would definitely have so sort of argunt, or even display jealousy openly, but unexpectedly, both behaved rationally.
It seed that goddess-level won were different from ordinary won; they wouldn’t show jealousy openly in front of many people.
But thinking of the day when Yang Qingyin followed him to Ouyang Feifei’s residence, Luo Ziling knew that Qingyin wasn’t averse to competing; she just didn’t want to argue in front of others.
Her performance at the sports et today, and just now serving him food, were already the limit of what she could do publicly.
Regardless, Qingyin’s behavior today had made Luo Ziling very happy.
A man’s vanity had been satisfied.
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