Chapter 406 — You're the One Who's Sick!
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"Oh." Still, Wei Zhao did not believe for a moment that Feng Xiaoxiao could be so kind as to remind him to drink water in this heat; and besides, if he was the one who was hot, could he not drink water himself? Did he need her to remind him? As it happened, hearing her say so did leave Wei Zhao feeling genuinely thirsty. He reached idly into his desk and came up with an empty bottle — the mineral water he had bought yesterday was already finished.
"Here!" Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly held her own drink out to Wei Zhao, watching with wide, expectant eyes for him to take it.
"Hm?" Wei Zhao grew all the more certain that something was wrong with this Feng Xiaoxiao — unprovoked courtesy is either villainy or larceny.
"Ahem." Feng Xiaoxiao too realized that she had been a shade too eager; it was only natural that Wei Zhao should suspect something, so she could only explain: "We are deskmates, after all. The teacher says deskmates ought to help each other out."
Wei Zhao would have been a fool to buy such rot; but he was thirsty, all right. He took the drink from Feng Xiaoxiao's hand, and had just reached to open it when he noticed the cap was already unscrewed. Wei Zhao frowned on the spot.
This Feng Xiaoxiao hadn't tampered with the drink, had she? Surely she wouldn't stoop to something so lowbrow?
Seeing Wei Zhao hesitate, Feng Xiaoxiao flushed slightly: "I took a sip from it this morning..."
Wei Zhao was speechless. No wonder the mouth of the bottle had been twisted open. Still, it would not be so easy to do him in: ever since he had begun cultivating the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, his sense of smell and taste — already sharp, thanks to his mastery of pharmacology — had grown keener still, and he could taste out any poison commonly slipped into water or food.
"You're not sick, are you? Hepatitis B, AIDS, that sort of thing?" Wei Zhao asked, taking the drink from Feng Xiaoxiao's hand.
Feng Xiaoxiao was so angry she very nearly detonated on the spot. She — hepatitis B and AIDS? What a joke! She was a pretty girl, after all; if she handed her half-sipped water to someone else, they would probably fight over it. And here was Wei Zhao, picky and choosy, coming out with these outlandish questions?
Of course, that was on the assumption that the other person did not know Feng Xiaoxiao's temper. Had they known it, they would not have dared drink her water even if you beat them to death — wasn't that just asking for it?
"You're the one who's sick!" Feng Xiaoxiao exploded. "Illiterate! Haven't you read the science reports? Even with hepatitis B or AIDS, it can't be transmitted this way!"
"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled thinly; he had not expected this little girl to know quite so much. He twisted the cap off the bottle, first testing the contents covertly with his tongue; only when he found nothing amiss did he swallow, drank down half, and shoved the rest straight into his desk: "I've drunk from it — you don't want it anymore, right? The rest is all mine."
Feng Xiaoxiao had never meant to drink what Wei Zhao had touched — a drink some other boy had put his mouth to; how could she possibly go on with it? Yet Wei Zhao's words left her indignant. He had plainly drunk her beverage, and still he had the gall to claim the remainder as his own, brazenly and as if it were only natural — the sheer shamelessness of it!
"No way — I'm still thirsty!" Feng Xiaoxiao refused to give him what he wanted. She snatched the bottle out of his desk, twisted off the cap, and glugged the remaining half down her throat; then she glared at Wei Zhao, panting: "I nearly choked to death!"