The Southland University canteen’s round tables were about a meter and a half across, their surfaces worn smooth by years of use.
Sean Sun’s face stiffened as he slowly looked up.
He swore to himself.
He’d looked up countless times in his life, but never with such heaviness and difficulty, as if a cold, massive mountain were pressing down on his head.
When Sean Sun saw Andrew Han standing behind the chair, his eyes went wide; the beef he had just swallowed stuck in his throat, nearly choking him.
Andrew Han!
It’s him! It’s really him!
Sean Sun’s Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as he shot to his feet, face plastered with a smile. “You’re eating here too? What a coincidence, such a coincidence, hahaha…”
Even his laughter was trembling.
Ever since he’d been sent flying by Andrew Han’s palm on the Athletics Hall ring, Sean Sun hadn’t spoken much with him.
So at this moment, Sean Sun’s first thought was of Chad Chu’s death, and the Iron Sun Sect master’s bloody injury—he was still young, hadn’t lived enough, and he’d had seven or eight girlfriends, not even hit double digits yet.
So here was the problem.
What exactly had he just said?
In a flash of panic, almost as if possessed, Sean Sun blurted out: “If Vivian Xu weren’t here, I’d definitely be much more enthusiastic!”
Please forgive me!
Honestly, I just worry that talking too much with other girls will make Vivian misunderstand—please, don’t get the wrong idea.
As soon as he finished speaking, the round table fell dead silent.
Vivian Xu, elegantly made up, was scared stiff. She’d meant to stop Andrew Han, but hadn’t expected such a bizarre turn of events.
What was going on?
Senior Sun—what is he even saying?
They’d only known each other a little over a week—how had things progressed so fast? Had her charm really increased that much since starting college?
Unbelievable!
Vivian Xu had thought that even if everything went smoothly, it would take at least a month to reach this stage with Sean Sun. After all, Sean was so well-off, plus a martial arts student, and his looks were quite striking.
So many advantages, it was hard to count them all.
It was like a dazzling, chaotic firework, hitting her heart on the spot.
Beside them.
Monica Zhang turned and tugged Andrew Han’s sleeve, not wanting him to get into a fight with a senior martial student over her. Hearing Sean Sun’s heartfelt words, she felt a little dazed.
"Heh."
"Just sit down and keep eating." Andrew Han gave Sean Sun a cool glance, then sat down on Monica’s other side.
Immediately after,
Andrew Han pushed another kelp-and-pork-rib bucket meal toward Monica, studied her clever, delicate face, and chuckled softly, “Eat up—don’t just sit there daydreaming.”
"Oh."
Monica pursed her soft pink lips, glanced at Andrew Han in a daze, her mind a little scrambled, and muttered, “Why’d you order two bowls of rice? We can’t finish all that.”
Andrew Han replied, “It’s not for you.”
...
Monica was speechless. She picked up her chopsticks and took a slice of kelp.
On the other side, a strange, tense atmosphere lingered between Sean Sun and Vivian Xu.
Silence.
Expressions frozen.
No matter how confident Vivian Xu was, she could see what was happening. She’d managed to get into Jiangnan Academy, so she wasn’t stupid… Worried about herself? More likely, he was worried about Andrew Han!