Chapter 13: After Defeating the Scheming School Bully (13)

Chen Yuan waved her hands in panic and self-abasement, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. There was a faint red in her eyes, as if she was about to cry.

Fu Hanchi paused, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, a little sour.

Looking at the sensitive and self-deprecating appearance of the little stutterer, the scenes in the video appeared uncontrollably in my mind.

She was alone, standing at the back of the classroom, enduring the endless malice from all around.

It's like...a little beast abandoned by the whole world, with no ability to protect itself, and can only hide in a corner and lick its wounds.

Fu Hanchi pursed his lips and reached out to take the shopping cart in front of Shen Yuan.

The fingertips touched each other unintentionally, and it was warm, soft, and numb, with a strange feeling like an electric current.

Chen Yuan let go of her hand as if startled, and her fair skin was covered with a thin layer of powder, looking tempting and delicious.

His sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, and Fu Hanchi bent down to look Shen Yuan in the eye.

The two were very close, so close that Chen Yuan could even see Fu Hanchi's long eyelashes and dark, deep pupils.

The tip of her nose twitched subconsciously, somewhat craving the pleasant scent of gardenia on Fu Hanchi.

It is clear and cold, like the cream on the cake, but not greasy at all.

"Anything else you want to buy?"

The voice was low and hoarse, with a cold tone, lingering around Chen Yuan's ears.

His eyes fell on Fu Hanchi's thin lips, which opened and closed as if he was saying something.

Shen Yuan couldn't hear anything, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Those thin crimson lips should be very soft to kiss...

Chen Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, and a floating shadow appeared in front of her eyes, with the wind blowing her hair.

Fu Hanchi shook his palm until he saw Shen Yuan's eyes were focused, then he withdrew his hand, with a faint smile in his voice.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Shen Yuan suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously refuted

“I didn’t…”

It's just the blush on her cheeks, which is really not convincing.

Fu Hanchi did not expose her little thoughts, the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably, and he nodded along with Shen Yuan's words.

"Okay, okay, you didn't."

The boy was unrestrained and carefree, his eyes curved into crescents, and his voice was filled with a hint of pampering and indulgence.

Chen Yuan's ears felt hot when he heard this, and he felt powerless, as if he had punched cotton.

But she couldn't refute anything. After all, the villain's appearance did have the magic to fascinate her.

She once saw a very funny joke on the Internet, in which someone described himself as a piece of mud casually thrown by Nuwa.

Every time she saw Fu Hanchi, she would always think that if most people were made of clay, then Fu Hanchi should be Nuwa's most satisfying work, every inch of which was carved by hand without any flaws.

She could imagine the scene.

Nuwa confidently rolled up her sleeves and said, "Look, I'll show you what I can do."

So she created Fu Hanchi.

Such people stand in the clouds, cannot be blasphemed, can only be looked up to.

And Chen Yuan can only be the one who pulls the flower of Gaoling down from the altar.

Fu Hanchi accompanied Chen Yuan for a walk, and near noon, the two found a Hunan restaurant for dinner.

The Hunan restaurant is located in a remote alley, but there are quite a few customers. I guess the food is delicious.

As soon as you enter the door, a cool breeze blows in, dispelling the dryness.

After taking a number, the two went upstairs to find a seat.

Fu Hanchi had never been to this kind of small restaurant. The environment was noisy and even the air was filled with a faint smell of oil smoke.

He subconsciously frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Shen Yuan noticed his discomfort, reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked softly

"How about we change places?"

"Need not."

Fu Hanchi put the bag in his hand aside, leaned over and took out a few pieces of paper, wiped the table and chairs carefully, and then sat down with Chen Yuan.

The second floor is now crowded with almost no empty seats.

After Fu Hanchi scanned the code, he handed the phone to Shen Yuan and signaled her to order.

Chen Yuan glanced at the menu, which was almost entirely filled with spicy dishes, as well as a few cold dishes and soups. She looked up and asked,

"Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No cilantro, the rest is up to you."

Shen Yuan responded with a "yes" and ordered several Hunan dishes, including stir-fried pork, stir-fried pork intestines, steamed chicken with vinegar and corn and pork ribs soup.

While waiting for the food, Fu Hanchi handed the phone to Shen Yuan again.

Shen Yuan was stunned for a second, then he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"How much is it? I'll give it to you now."

Fu Hanchi paused his fingertips, touched his jaw with the tip of his tongue, and laughed angrily.

In the eyes of the little stammerer, is he a man who even splits the bill for meals?

Shen Yuan realized something was wrong and asked cautiously,

"Isn't it AA?"

Fu Hanchi took a deep breath, flipped to the WeChat business card and handed it to Shen Yuan.

Chen Yuan understood, opened the QR code and scanned it to add a friend.

Fu Hanchi’s WeChat avatar is a black cat with a single name, “Chi”.

This is consistent with Wangzai's description of him: he is not interested in women and is cold and heartless.

Chen Yuan’s WeChat is different. His avatar is a Qiang tribe demon played by Mei Yangyang, and his WeChat name is Yang Di (blackened version).

Chen Yuan doesn’t add many people on WeChat, so he doesn’t maintain a personal profile.

What's more, this world is a parallel world, and no one from the real world exists, so no one can discover her true nature.

Wangzai, on the other hand, thought the series of Qiang ethnic group emojis she had made on her phone were very cool, and pestered her to make one for himself as well.

Seeing Chen Yuan's profile picture and name, Fu Hanchi's eyes gradually became deep, but he said nothing.

The dishes were served soon, steaming hot.

Chen Yuan likes Hunan cuisine, which is heavy in flavor, and she ate several bowls of rice with stir-fried pork.

Fu Hanchi hardly moved his chopsticks, his deep pupils staring at the table, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it.

Who is this man named Yang Di?

Is this the person that Xiao Jieba likes?

Why didn’t we notice his presence around the little bastard?

Is Yang Di (the dark version) the nickname that Little Stutter uses for him? Are they in a relationship? Or does Little Stutter have a crush on him?

Fu Hanchi's thoughts were running wildly and uncontrollably, his mind was a mess, tightly tangled together, pulling at his nerves, and every inch of his body was aching.

Fu Hanchi's eyes turned cold as he stared at Shen Yuan's WeChat name, his fingertips turning white from the force.

Finally, Fu Hanchi couldn't help but send a message to Shen Qinglin.

[Check if there is a man named Yang Di in the school. If not, look for him in Jing City.]

He must find this man!

In terms of appearance, the man in Shen Yuan's profile picture is definitely no match for him.

But in Fu Hanchi's eyes, he was just a man, a man who posed a threat to him.

Little Stutterer might have a crush on him, or maybe they are already together.

As soon as he thought of this possibility, Fu Hanchi's heart began to rumble with sourness.

He picked up a piece of stir-fried meat and stuffed it into his mouth as if to vent his anger.

Fu Hanchi took a few fierce bites, as if what was in his mouth was not a piece of meat, but the Qiang tribe's little evil spirit Yang Di.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he just felt a sour taste on the tip of his tongue.

Is there vinegar in this stir-fried pork?