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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nThe girls in the canteen acted as though they had gone mad. They all stopped eating and their eyes were glued to the trio.

nThe braver ones even shouted with self-confidence, “My idols, what do you want to eat? We’ll buy it for you!”

nSheng Yize politely acknowledged the girls with a slight nod. As he swept his eyes over them, he pinpointed where An Xiaxia was sitting and then directly made his way toward her.

nChi Yuanfeng and He Jiayu greeted the fans behind him and coaxed for a long time before they were able to get free.

nAn Xiaxia weakly notified the one standing in front of her table, “This table is taken.”

nSheng Yize nonchalantly replied, “Is there a name written on this table? Are you implying I can’t sit here?”

nAn Xiaxia wore a bitter expression. “No… um, Xiao Yan, let’s sit somewhere else.”

nXiao Yan was carrying a tray full of food over and happily replied, “Okay.”

nAn Xiaxia got up and was planning to leave when Sheng Yize suddenly said, “An Xiaxia, did I say you could leave?”

n“What is it?” An Xiaxia asked, her heart filled with suspicion. What was this devil going crazy again over?

nSheng Yize replied arrogantly, “I want to eat lunch.”

n“Then eat.” An Xiaxia was unamused. “I’m not edible so why call me?”

nSheng Yize stared at her small delicate face as he gnashed his teeth.

nHe really wanted to eat this idiot!

nOne bite at a time until he swallowed her whole!

nSo he wouldn’t have to be so annoyed!

n“I want to eat lunch,” Sheng Yize repeated, his gaze glued to An Xiaxia.

nAn Xiaxia was dumbfounded and pointed at herself. “Are you telling me to go buy lunch for you?”

nSheng Yize casually went ‘hm’ as he crossed his legs and coolly sat down.

nAn Xiaxia: He’s great at ordering people around!

nThanks to that contract, her only option was to smile apologetically at Xiao Yan. “How about I leave you to your lunch now? We’ll find some other time.”

nAs tall a teenager as Xiao Yan was, he was shyer than An Xiaxia. Flushing, he replied with a little nod.

nAn Xiaxia asked Sheng Yize and his two pals about their preferences before trotting away to get their food.

nSu Xiaomo went along with her, worried that there would be too much for An Xiaxia to carry on her own.

nHe Jiayu frowned. “Yize, don’t you think that was a little out of line?”

nSheng Yize kept a straight face and wouldn’t give an answer.

n“Hi, are you Xiaxia’s deskmate?” asked a gentle voice. Sheng Yize raised his head and looked into the smiling eyes of that young man named Xiao Yan.

nHe raised an eyebrow. “Yes. So?”

n“I wonder if you could… pass this on to her for me, please? Xiao Yan handed him a blue envelope. “Thanks, buddy. I’ll buy you lunch another day.”

nGrinding his teeth, Sheng Yize replied with a poker face, “You’re welcome!”

nXiao Yan left looking like it was Christmas morning, which almost caused Sheng Yize’s face to turn livid.

nWhen An Xiaxia returned with their food and before she had the chance to wipe the sweat off her forehead, he smacked the envelope on the table under her nose. “There, it’s from that ugly, short pauper. An Xiaxia, I’d open my eyes wider if I were you. With a boyfriend like that, you might as well drown yourself. You’re not exactly pretty, but you do deserve better! Don’t waste your time on people like him!”

nHis manner reminded An Xiaxia of a retired cadre and she felt steam about to shoot out of her ears at those words.

nExcuse me? What the hell do you mean by “drown myself” or “not exactly pretty”?

n“Sheng Yize! How can you say that!” Fuming, An Xiaxia pushed He Jiayu’s and Chi Yuanfeng’s food at them, then promptly turned to leave with the remaining portion.

n“Hey, where’s my lunch?”

n“You’ll live!” An Xiaxia stormed off.

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