Chapter 16

Because of his foot injury, An Huainan ran to Fang Zhao's class more and more often.

After a long time, everyone seemed to have tacitly accepted that An Huainan and Fang Zhao were a couple.

An Huainan also seemed to have become a member of Fang Zhao's class. Every time he came in with two meals in his hands, he would walk to Fang Zhao's side as if he knew the place well, move a chair, and sit down to eat with her.

After they became familiar with each other, everyone would greet An Huainan when they saw him, and An Huainan would smile in response.

There were also some naughty ones who would tease An Huainan when they saw him.

"You're here to see your wife again."

"Fang Zhao, your husband is here!"

Fang Zhao tried to explain at first, but after hearing so much, he just let them do as they pleased.

That day, An Huainan left get out of class early and went to the door to buy two roasted sweet potatoes. When he brought them into the classroom, they were still steaming hot.

Fang Zhao likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

She always said that the aroma of sweet potatoes can dispel all the cold. In Korea, people eat fried chicken on the first snow, while in China, people must eat roasted sweet potatoes on the first snow.

When I came back after buying it, there were scattered snowflakes falling, and it was already early winter.

Speaking of which, today is also the first snow.

Liu Xuefeng stood beside Xiaoqian, watching An Huainan carefully unwrap the sweet potato and place it on Fang Zhao's table. Worried that the sweet potato was too big to eat, he took his own spoon and placed it on top.

"I want to eat baked sweet potatoes, too."

The golden sweet potato exuded a unique aroma that rushed straight into Xiaoqian's nose. She took a deep breath, tugged at Liu Xuefeng's sleeve, and said coquettishly.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you." Liu Xuefeng smiled dotingly and turned to talk to An Huainan.

"Brother, I think you should just move in. Your grades are so good anyway, it won't make much difference whether you take the liberal arts courses or not."

An Huainan glanced at Liu Xuefeng with an expression of sudden enlightenment, then he concentrated again and carefully thought about the feasibility of this matter.

"You still have to attend the liberal arts classes, otherwise it would be troublesome if you missed any important information."

Fang Zhao looked at An Huainan's expression and thought he might be in trouble, so he spoke out.

"What's so delicious about a broken sweet potato?"

Wen Bo snorted disdainfully, stood up and left.

No matter how good your grades are, you can only afford roasted sweet potatoes.

These days, he has been paying attention to An Huainan's information and has more or less found out some of his family's situation. When he learned that his family conditions were not very good, Wen Bo was very proud.

At least in this respect, he can still compare with him.

As long as there is a breakthrough, he will be confident that he can regain Fang Zhao's favor.

Wen Bo was born into an educated family. His father was a senior executive in the county government, and his mother was a dentist. Although they were busy with work and had little time for him, they were always there for him financially.

Wen Bo's pocket money has never been less than 500 yuan.

This is a huge sum of money for a high school student.

After leaving the school, he took a taxi to Wangchuan Restaurant, the most upscale restaurant in the entire county. His father said that they usually dine here when they receive visiting dignitaries.

After packing up some of his favorite dishes, Wen Bo took a taxi back to school.

Fang Zhao was reading a big book alone in the classroom.

She had just finished her meal and was not very sleepy yet.

Suddenly, a large bag of something heavy fell on his books.

Fang Zhao had just driven to an exciting place and didn't notice the person coming, so he was startled.

"My book."

Seeing that the soup on the packaging bag almost spilled onto the book, Fang Zhao quickly pulled out his book.

Fortunately, there was no dirt on it and the book was intact.

Fang Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's this?"

"I brought you some food, but I don't know if you like it."

Wen Bo opened the packaging as if he was presenting a treasure, took out the food one by one, and placed it on the table.

"I just ate, thank you."

Fang Zhao refused so quickly that Wen Bo didn't react for a moment.

“Can baked sweet potatoes be eaten for lunch?”

Wen Bo opened a plastic box and saw four plump meatballs nestled inside the exquisitely packaged container. Thick broth splattered around them, and a sweet and sour aroma filled the air. It turned out to be a Four Happiness Meatballs dish.

Taking another look at the packaging bag, the four big words "Wangchuan Restaurant" were clearly printed on it.

It seems that this four-happiness meatball is not cheap.

"I'm full, I really can't eat anymore." Fang Zhao refused, "But thank you anyway."

Wen Bo paused, then continued opening the remaining boxes as if he hadn't heard. The aroma of food, as if it had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly filled the entire classroom. In a different setting, Fang Zhao would have picked up his chopsticks long ago.

Finally, he opened a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Fang Zhao. He then set the tableware in order and sat down opposite Fang Zhao.

"Eat it, it's delicious."

"Wen Bo, didn't you hear me? I said I was full."

Fang Zhao was a little angry. It was the first time he saw this side of Wen Bo, which could only be described as "stubborn".

Wen Bo didn't say anything, but just lowered her head and looked at the food in front of her, as if she was determined not to stop until she had eaten it.

"Anyway, thank you for your kindness. But I really don't need it."

"Wen Bo?"

Seeing that Jianwen Bo was unmoved, Fang Zhao continued.

"Fang Zhao, is my sincerity so worthless?"

Wen Bo lowered his head and asked suddenly.

Hearing this, Fang Zhao was stunned.

Shouldn't this be my line from ten years ago?

At that time, Wen Bo had been admitted to university and returned to school in high spirits to complete the remaining paperwork. She thought that her previous feelings were too subtle and Wen Bo had not received them. She gritted her teeth and prepared a confession letter, which she gave to him at graduation.

But he replied to himself: There is always a better choice.

Yes, there is always a better choice.

What about her sincerity? Is her sincerity also like the fragrant grass in the distance, not catching his eye?

Wen Bo stood up, picked up the food on the table and started throwing it on the ground. The food, soaked with soup, splattered from somewhere on the ground, splashing all over the nearby tables and chairs, and the food, covered with dirt, rolled everywhere.

Fang Zhao didn't like wasting food, so he stood up and tried to hold Wen Bo's hand.

No matter what, you can't take your anger out on these meals.

However, she overestimated her own strength. In front of an adult man, she was still too weak.

Wen Bo shook off her hand, and the force made her lose her balance and she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Wen Bo, calm down. Don't be like this."

Maybe the previous movement had twisted his injured foot again, but Fang Zhao's foot was in so much pain that he could only use both hands to support himself on the table, barely able to keep his balance.

"How do you ask me to calm down?"

Wen Bo was a little hysterical.

He was born lonely and never understood how to be nice to someone. There had never been anyone like Fang Zhao who paid attention to his every move.

At first, he enjoyed this feeling. Especially when Bao Jing was around, Fang Zhao seemed to pay more attention to him. Accustomed to being ignored by his parents, he found this feeling both strange and warm.

He longed for this feeling to last a little longer, to give him more warmth.

But he didn't know since when Fang Zhao no longer had him in his eyes.

He felt empty, just like when he was a kid, trying hard to get high scores in the exams to get his parents' attention, only to come home and find that his parents didn't care about him at all.

He seemed to have returned to loneliness.

He thought Fang Zhao would come back in a few days, and then everything would be the same as before. But the appearance of An Huainan made him increasingly waver in his previous thoughts, and he even got angry when he saw An Huainan next to Fang Zhao.

Later, he realized that this kind of anger was called jealousy.

He liked Fang Zhao, but Fang Zhao no longer liked him.

When he was a child, he would throw things around and make a mess of the house, which sometimes earned him a moment's attention from his parents, but this behavior was obviously not suitable for him as he grew up.

"Why? How am I inferior to An Huainan?"

Wen Bo suddenly grabbed Fang Zhao's shoulders with both hands, and his face suddenly approached Fang Zhao, questioning loudly.

"There's no reason." Fang Zhao felt uncomfortable being held by him. He wanted to break free but couldn't move.

"Let me go."

There is no right or wrong in matters of the heart, let alone the reason. Otherwise, how could there be so many poems and lyrics expressing sorrow, and how could the world of mortals entangle so many heroes and heroines?

"open!"

An Huainan stood behind Fang Zhao at some point, grabbed Wen Bo's collar with one hand, and said viciously.

When Wen Bo saw An Huainan, he instantly lost the last bit of his sanity.

He punched An Huainan on the nose, and An Huainan staggered.

Fang Zhao was relieved and hurried over to look at An Huainan's nose.

"Sit down."

An Huainan helped Fang Zhao sit steadily on the chair and settled him down.

He stood up and put on that vicious expression again.

The two men quickly started fighting.

This was the first time Fang Zhao saw An Huainan fight.

An Huainan's skills are like those of a 'trained martial artist', and his advances and retreats are quite methodical.

The situation quickly became one-sided. An Huainan easily controlled Wen Bo, but he raised his fist but did not strike down.

"Don't bother Fang Zhao anymore."

"Why?"

Wen Bo still refused to accept it.

"Because I'm better than you." An Huainan pinned Wen Bo down, preventing him from moving. "I'm better than you in every way."

Wen Bo didn't feel anything at first, but after a long time, his whole body felt numb.

I don’t know where An Huainan learned these skills, but I am no match for him.

"Come down!"

Wen Bo's tone remained firm. An Huainan looked at him steadily, "If I see you talking to Fang Zhao again, I won't be like this today."

"Did you hear that?!"

An Huainan secretly exerted force, and now Wen Bo not only felt numb all over, but also felt unbearable pain.

"I heard it, I heard it. Let go."

Wen Bo, who couldn't hold on any longer, finally began to beg for mercy.

"What did you hear?"

"I will never talk to Fang Zhao again!"

Although he was reluctant, Wen Bo still shouted out.

Compared to Fang Zhao, he still cherishes his own life more.

An Huainan let him go, and Wen Bo got up from the ground. He glanced at Fang Zhao, but turned and walked away without saying anything.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

The two asked the same question almost at the same time.

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Fang Zhao stood up distressed and looked carefully at An Huainan's nose. Fortunately, it was just a little nosebleed, nothing serious.

"Don't do this next time."

Fang Zhao said angrily.

"Well, I'll listen to you."

After saying that, An Huainan went to the back of the classroom, took the broom and dustpan, and cleaned up the leftovers on the floor.