Chapter 52 Unexpected Disaster: Who is that Alpha beside him...?

"What style is this?" It looks like both the Republic of China era and Germany.

"I don't know." Jing Zhao looked around. "But the foot traffic here is pretty good."

Wanwan set up a small coffee shop and showed off his skills to Jingzhao and Wenhan. Wenhan took a sip and said it tasted much better than the super bitter coffee that Jingyu brought to school. However, Wanwan said it was just a coffee-flavored drink at best.

"These are for you to drink." Wanwan took out a few small cakes. "They're made with lots of milk and a little coffee."

Wanwan's shop is more like a bakery than a coffee shop.

“Pistachio matcha Basque,” ​​Wanwan smiled at Wen Han. “If you don’t like matcha, there’s also lemon.”

"Thank you." Even if the mini cake was bad, he would still say it was delicious since it was free.

Next to the coffee shop is Jingzhao's open-air metaphysical stall, with a small sign hanging at the entrance that reads "Not related to love!"

Wen Han deeply agreed: "Although I'll definitely earn less money, I'm doomed if I encounter someone who's obsessed with love."

Wen Han and Jing Zhao were sitting and waiting for customers when suddenly Wen Han saw a familiar figure and almost choked on the matcha powder.

What's that Omega senior doing here? And most importantly, who's that Alpha next to him?!

To Wen Han's astonishment, the Omega senior walked to the stall with the person beside him. Jing Zhao nervously rubbed his hands together and asked, "Hello, what would you like to have your fortune told?"

Omega said to the person next to him, "Go buy me a drink."

"Okay." The Alpha seemed afraid of quenching his thirst and ran away as if his feet were on fire.

“You…” Wen Han pointed at him, then at the vanished Alpha, “Who was that person?”

"Boy friend."

"Didn't you want to pursue Gu Cheng?!"

The senior looked at him with great interest: "This won't be a problem, will it? If you'd like, we can give it a try."

Jing Zhao was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Is this your sister?"

"No, she's my deskmate's younger sister."

"Your deskmate is Jing Yu, right?" the senior asked. "Then help me calculate whether there's still a chance for Gu Cheng and me to get back together."

Jing Zhao was a little embarrassed: "We're not in a romantic relationship."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Just then, the Alpha returned with five cups of milk tea: "Xiao Xun, the clerk said all five are pretty good. See if there's one you like."

Without even looking, the senior grabbed a cup at random. Seeing Wen Han and Jing Zhao staring at him without saying a word, he asked Alpha to give them two cups.

"Xiao Xun, so you're interested in Tarot?" Alpha chuckled. "What were you calculating just now?"

"I didn't calculate it."

"Then tell me my fortune," Alpha said with interest. "Just tell me how my relationship with Xiao Xun is going?"

Damn it.

Wen Han wanted to show him the small wooden sign next to him, but Jing Zhao felt it wasn't right to refuse someone's milk tea after accepting it, so he took out the sign instead. Maybe this Omega was just joking!

...

Jing Zhao fell silent as he stared at the cards. Wen Han glanced at them; although the cards weren't very clear, it was obvious that this person was not far from being dumped.

Alpha asked somewhat nervously, "How is it?"

It wasn't easy for Jing Zhao to explain this situation. The world of high school students is still very complicated. Wen Han tried to organize her thoughts, while the senior was smiling at her with a straw in his mouth. Wen Han felt immense pressure.

“You two seem to be getting along very well.” This wasn’t a lie, Wen Han continued, “You must be very satisfied with this relationship, and your mood has improved.”

Wen Han said a lot. Her senior was indeed considerate, gentle, and able to provide emotional support. This was not a lie. However, she didn't say that he wasn't serious about dating.

Alpha was very satisfied, looking happy. The senior even waved to them as he left.

Jing Zhao whispered, "Do you think he'll come after us after he gets dumped?"

"No...right?"

Wen Han finally understood why Lin He had said with such a wronged expression, "How good do you think he is?" However, despite this, her senior was clearly much more sophisticated than Lin He, and Wen Han couldn't bring herself to dislike him. Lin He was just so annoying, universally disliked.

Jing Zhao needed to inject herself with an inhibitor every hour or so. Wen Han was worried that there would be even more people in the afternoon, so she persuaded her to go back.

Jing Feng asked, "How much money did you make this morning?"

200.

Fifty yuan per person, and if four people come together in the morning, that's already equivalent to Wen Qingke's daily wage.

——

Wen Han agreed to accompany Fang Songxia to the dentist, but he declined Jing Feng's offer to have someone drive him there, since he knew the dental clinic and it was only a 500-meter walk from the subway station.

"Wen Han, you're here." Fang Songxia sat on the sofa, looking rather pale.

"You've already finished?" Wen Han had just spoken when the sound of a power drill came from inside the room.

Wen Han: "......" What is that thing!

Wen Han had only ever had her baby teeth extracted and had never had a filling before, so she naturally didn't know what a tooth was for. Fang Songxia, on the other hand, was completely absorbed in the experience.

Aunt Fang was exasperated: "You're acting like this just because you're getting a filling."

She was chatting with the receptionist, who was very enthusiastic. When she saw that Wen Han was a new face, she advised him to get a dental X-ray as well, since it would take at least an hour for Fang Songxia to finish anyway.

"No need, I don't have cavities." The red banner hanging outside startled Wen Han; he had no idea that seeing a dentist could be so expensive.

"Filming is free," the auntie laughed. "Anyway, we have monthly performance targets to meet."

Let's take one then.

After Wen Han finished taking his dental X-ray, the doctor told him he would have to wait for more than half an hour. Just then, Fang Songxia was about to start her procedure, so Wen Han sat on a stool next to her and waited with Aunt Fang.

Fang Songxia clenched his fists and placed them on his stomach. Although he was lying on the recliner, his soul was no longer with him.

The doctor didn't know what to open, and Fang Songxia kept glancing nervously.

"Give them some local anesthesia first." Wen Han moved closer and watched the doctor holding the syringe from a distance, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

Fang Songxia gets nervous whenever he sees medical equipment, so the doctor had to cover his face with a green cloth, leaving only his mouth open.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle".

With Fang Songxia letting out occasional cries of pain, Wen Han herself became tense; this was practically a scene of torture!

Aunt Fang asked, "Doctor, didn't he get anesthesia? Why is he still in so much pain?"

"He has a high tolerance for anesthesia." The doctor exclaimed, "He's also a bit more complicated; he has an extra dental nerve than the average person."

It sounds like it will involve a lot of suffering.

Wen Han watched as two round, dark sections gradually appeared on the green cloth, presumably dampened by Fang Songxia's tears.

"How are you?"

Fang Songxia shook his head with tears in his eyes, knowing full well that he would have to come back several more times.

Wen Han suddenly felt fortunate that she at least had good teeth genes, otherwise she would have suffered so much and had to spend money.

Just then, Wen Han's dental X-rays came out. The doctor turned on the computer, looked at them for a while, and his expression became serious.

You may need a root canal.

"Huh?" Wen Han exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible, I don't have a single cavity!"

The doctor pointed it out to him: "Look, you can't see it on the surface, but it's already decayed inside."

A group of heads gathered around the computer. Aunt Fang patted Wen Han on the shoulder and said, "I'll help you with that while I'm at it."

"I'll deal with it later." He had just received his payment from the Jing family, and he was already going to spend it?

Aunt Fang clearly disagreed: "Doctor, could you help him with that while you're at it?"

Just then, Wen Qingke couldn't find Wen Han, so he called Aunt Fang, who took her phone and went outside.

Fang Songxia covered her face: "We're really brothers in misfortune."

Wen Han asked the doctor, "Can't we just ignore it? I've never had a toothache before anyway."

The doctor laughed and said, "If you don't get a root canal, the only treatment left is to extract the tooth."

Wen Han: "......"

*

Wen Han was surprised to see Wen Ruo and Wen Ruan. He was lying on the chair waiting for the doctor to administer anesthesia. Wen Ruo and Wen Ruan looked at him as if he were a specimen in a museum.

"It might hurt a little."

Wen Han remained expressionless; he had expected it to hurt much more.

Wen Qingke said, "Doctor, I can't see his teeth."

"Look, do you see that little black dot here?"

"Oh my, it really is."

Wen Han's mouth was open and he couldn't speak. The drill had hit his teeth, and Wen Han smelled a burning smell.

Wen Ruo was both curious and felt uneasy about the voice. After watching for a while, she looked away. Wen Ruan, on the other hand, didn't even blink. He was so focused that anyone who didn't know better would think he was there for an internship.

"What are you looking at!" Wen Han glared at him, but unfortunately, she was constantly stung by his glare, so the threatening look no longer had any effect.

"Okay," the doctor reassured her, "it's not that scary, right?"

Blame it on Fang Songxia for her terrifyingly dramatic tears.

Wen Han spat out some water, while Wen Ruan continued to stare at the medical equipment. Wen Han wasn't surprised. Back when they lived in the villa, the group got along well and sometimes played computer games together. Wen Ruan especially liked playing dentist games, which Wen Han and Wen Ruo both thought were disgusting, but he seemed to enjoy them immensely.

Wen Qingke asked, "How much does this root canal cost?"

Aunt Fang said nonchalantly, "I've already given you some, you don't need to."

“That won’t do.” Wen Qingke took out his phone and went to the front desk. Seeing them refusing, Wen Han took out a card from her pocket: “I’ll pay.”

When Wen Qingke saw him take out his bank card, he asked in surprise, "Hanhan, where did you get the money?"

"Didn't I say before that I was paid when I helped out at my classmate's house?"

Wen Ruo said coldly, "Did Jing Yu give it to you?"

"It was given to him by his brother."

Wen Han wasn't sure if he had enough money in the card, so the receptionist handed it back to him, saying, "Okay."

Wen Han breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed there was enough.

On the way, Wen Qingke asked in a low voice, "Hanhan, you've been staying at their house all this time, why are they still giving you money?"