Chapter 456 — Beyond Endurance
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She, of all people, nervous over a boy? Tang Yun rubbed her temples. Absurd as it seemed, it was the plain truth.
Half a year ago, she would have sneered at girls like that. To fret over whether your boyfriend might stray—did that not simply mean you were not charming enough? Tang Yun had been certain she would never be one of those girls, worrying herself sick day in and day out.
And now retribution had come, and come quickly. Tang Yun rather regretted having laughed at others. He who mocks others is worse than they are—the saying was true after all; the ancients did not lie.
"Wei Zhao, have you been waiting long?" Tang Yun tried hard to look normal. That said, she turned her eyes to Feng Xiaoxiao. "So this is your new deskmate?"
"Hello, I'm Feng Xiaoxiao." Feng Xiaoxiao held out her hand. "I'm one of Wei Zhao's admirers."
"Ah?" Tang Yun was taken aback. She shook hands with Feng Xiaoxiao, somewhat bemused. "Admirer?"
"That's right. He drives so coolly, and I want to learn from him, but he hasn't taught me yet." Feng Xiaoxiao nodded graciously at Tang Yun.
"I see," said Tang Yun, frowning so faintly it went unnoticed. What did "admirer" mean, exactly?
"Let's go. Don't bother with her." Wei Zhao truly had no words left for Feng Xiaoxiao. This girl was certainly up to no good. Though he could not bring himself to kick her, he had no wish to pay her any attention either.
"Oh." At his words, Tang Yun's heart eased considerably, and her hostility toward Feng Xiaoxiao was no longer what it had been. "We're going to eat. See you next time!"
"No need for next time—I eat in the cafeteria too. Let's go together!" Feng Xiaoxiao, utterly unbothered by playing the third wheel, said warmly.
Tang Yun wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing. She stood on Wei Zhao's right, and Feng Xiaoxiao on his left; the two of them flanked him, one to a side, in a way that was indescribably awkward.
"Tang Yun, have you ever seen your husband drive? He's so cool!" Feng Xiaoxiao turned her head toward Tang Yun.
"Husband?" Tang Yun was startled, then rather angry—not because Feng Xiaoxiao had called Wei Zhao her husband, but because of how vaguely she had put it. She had not prefixed it with "your"; the two words had simply popped out, so that anyone listening might think Wei Zhao was her husband, or that she and Tang Yun shared one. Yet Tang Yun could hardly correct her—what if it had only been a slip of the tongue? If she spoke up, would she not lose face? So she said: "I have. But if you want to learn to drive, you'd best go to a driving school."
"I have a license. What I want to learn is drifting!" Feng Xiaoxiao said.
When they reached the cafeteria, Wei Zhao, hoping to shake Feng Xiaoxiao off, chose a table for two, so that she could not possibly sit with them. And indeed Feng Xiaoxiao did not come over; she went alone to line up at the serving window.
"Wei Zhao, what's the story with that Feng Xiaoxiao? She seems awfully clingy," Tang Yun asked, as if casually.
"What, jealous?" Reading Tang Yun's expression, Wei Zhao guessed what was in her heart.
"Jeal—jealous of what? Who's jealous?" Of course Tang Yun would not admit it. "I just think she's a bit silly."
"Heh..." Wei Zhao smiled. "What do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."
"Whatever. One meat, one vegetable—you decide." Tang Yun was not a picky eater, and her lunches with Wei Zhao were plain: two dishes between the two of them, and no waste.
Wei Zhao was not picky either, so he generally went to whichever window had the shortest line, and what they ate each day was a matter of chance. Today the windows for garlic-sprout stir-fried pork and steamed spare ribs were nearly empty, so he bought one portion from each and carried them back.
The two of them had just sat down to eat when they saw Feng Xiaoxiao dragging a chair over, a large tray in her hands. She came to Wei Zhao's table, set the tray straight down, and wedged the chair in at the side.