The previously noisy slurping sounds in the shop seemed to have been cut off.

Yang Jie didn't respond, and didn't even glance at Ye Xi.

Those eyes, with their exquisitely drawn eyeliner, shone like searchlights, bypassing Ye Xi and fixing on Lin Que's face.

She looked the boy in the white T-shirt up and down.

My gaze lingered for a moment on his overly calm sitting posture.

This face... looks familiar.

The image gradually overlapped with the figure who spoke eloquently in the video, the one Ye Xi watched repeatedly.

"Who are you……"

Yang Jie tilted her head slightly, her tone certain.

"The one from Jiangcheng No.1 High School?"

Lin Que was somewhat surprised.

"It's me."

Lin Que did not get up, nor did he show the slightest sign of panic.

He even picked up the teapot on the table to refill the empty cup, without spilling a drop of water.

"I knew it looked familiar."

Yang Jie walked in, her high heels clicking on the floor, the sound particularly jarring in the shabby little shop.

She stood by the table, looking down at Lin Que with a scrutinizing tone.

"A while ago, Xixi was practicing the piano, and a speech video was playing on a loop on her tablet."

I was wondering why she suddenly became interested in educational lectures; turns out it was you.

Ye Xi's face flushed bright red instantly, all the way down to her ears.

She suddenly reached out and tugged at Yang Jie's sleeve, almost jumping up in her haste:

"Sister Yang! You...you mustn't be talking nonsense!"

Being caught secretly watching a video by the person in question is an absolute social disaster.

Yang Jie calmly pulled her sleeves back, her gaze returning to the two bowls of family-style pork belly noodles piled high like small mountains.

"Ye Xi".

Yang Jie's voice turned cold, and she called out her full name.

"The tour starts in two months. Do you know how long you'll have to run on the treadmill after finishing this bowl of noodles?"

And the sodium content in it—do I need to remind you how swollen your face will be tomorrow?

Ye Xi lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers, not daring to utter a sound.

After reprimanding Ye Xi, Yang Jie naturally turned her fire on Lin Que.

"This student."

She turned around, and although she used polite language, her tone was not very courteous.

"I know that boys your age like to take girls out for meals and drinks, thinking it's romantic."

But Ye Xi is different.

"Her hands are insured, and her body management is written into the contract."

Bringing her to this kind of... hole-in-the-wall restaurant, feeding her this oily and salty food, is ruining her.”

That hat is a bit too big.

The diners at the surrounding tables all stopped eating and looked over curiously.

Ye Xi panicked and was about to speak in her defense when Lin Que made the first move.

The expected awkwardness and explanations from the boy did not materialize.

He didn't even stand up.

He reached out and pulled over an empty chair next to him, slowly took out a tissue, and wiped away non-existent dust from the chair surface.

"Sister Yang? Standing is tiring, sit down and let's talk."

His movements were so natural that it was as if he were the master of the place, and Yang Jie was just a visiting guest.

This calm and collected demeanor, as if he had taken the initiative, made Yang Jie swallow the reprimand that was on the tip of her tongue.

Yang Jie paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the slightly greasy chair.

I didn't sit down, but I also didn't continue outputting anything.

"Destroy her? That's a bit of a stretch."

Lin Que crumpled the tissue in his hand into a ball and accurately threw it into the trash can at his feet.

He raised his head, looking directly at Yang Jie, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"I know a little about art, even though I don't play the piano."

Do you think Beethoven was counting calories on an empty stomach when he wrote his Symphony No. 5?

Or did Liszt, while playing "La Campanella," worry about whether his face would be swollen the next day?

Yang Jie frowned: