Evan Lin stretched lazily, his tone full of casual indifference.
His words fell on the ears of those nearby, and many immediately turned to look at Evan Lin and Zhang Xiao.
Some who had witnessed Evan Lin’s skills already looked at Zhang Xiao with eyes full of sympathy.
Meanwhile, the women who were simply captivated by Zhang Xiao’s handsome face were practically wishing he’d just jump up and land a solid punch on this kid in front of them.
"Hit him!"
"Teach him a lesson!"
"Come on, Zhang Xiao, show him what you’ve got!"
People around them were shouting and egging him on.
Zhang Xiao didn’t have time to wonder why Wu Yue and Song Ya’er were standing so far away.
Nor did he have time to think about why Tong Zixuan and Tong Ziqi, who had just been siding with this kid, were suddenly silent.
They seemed to be letting things play out, almost as if they wanted this kid to take a taste of Zhang Xiao’s heavy punch.
"Crude guy."
Zhang Xiao sneered, "Only crude types like you drink and eat on the street."
"Me? I’m refined—I only drink red wine."
"You’ll pay for what you said!"
With a furious roar, Zhang Xiao threw a punch straight at Evan Lin’s face.
He put all his strength into that punch.
He’d already made up his mind: after knocking this kid flat with his punch, he’d follow up with a kick and try to send him flying.
That’s the kind of visual impact he wanted.
He’d seen scenes like this before when filming movies.
Back when he was the male lead, a punch and a kick would knock the supporting character flat.
Quick moves, handsome guy.
Even though the supporting actor was actually flying on wires, pulled by steel cables, Zhang Xiao always felt he could do it for real.
The three great delusions of life:
I’m handsome, she likes me, I can win.
"So handsome!"
"Ah! I’m dead!"
"Long live Zhang Xiao!"
The fangirls nearby were all starry-eyed—this was the first time they’d seen Zhang Xiao actually throw a punch.
That handsome face seemed to be burned into their memories.
But that dashing, heroic punch was stopped midair by Evan Lin’s pinky finger.
Evan Lin’s right pinky met Zhang Xiao’s fist head-on.
The fist froze in midair.
Zhang Xiao himself was stuck there, unable to move forward.
"What’s going on?"
"Did Zhang Xiao hold back?"
"Hurry up and smash this jerk with your fists!"
The crowd watching nearby was stunned.
They thought Zhang Xiao must have held back.
"No way."