Chapter 464 — This Is Fire by Drilling Wood: "Coming, Coming!" Zhong Yongliang, on Hearing That Gu Mengyao Would Ask Someone Else, Panicked at Once: "Xiaofu, Didn't You Eat Breakfast? Put Your Back Into It!"
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"...," Feng Xiaoxiao stood up, aggrieved, and walked toward the sea. She seethed inwardly. Why was Wei Zhao so beastly to her? Couldn't he be a little nicer?
At the water's edge her mood sank even lower: nearly all the clams in the shallows had already been scooped up by Kang**. It seemed she would have to go where the water ran a little deeper.
Fortunately, Feng Xiaoxiao could swim. She had only claimed she couldn't because she wanted Wei Zhao to teach her, so wading into deeper water did not especially frighten her.
"Boss, how can you be so ungentlemanly?" Kang** even spoke up for Feng Xiaoxiao. Had a lovely girl beside him wanted roasted clams, Kang** would have been only too happy to grill them for her.
But now Feng Xiaoxiao was chasing after Wei Zhao, so Kang** had no chance to play the gentleman—and in any case Wei Zhao would never have allowed it.
"Wei Zhao! Where did you get your fire?" Zhong Yongliang had a bellyful of grievance, and he felt he stood in the right: he had been the one to procure the plane, so he had every right to interrogate Wei Zhao. Emboldened, he drew himself up.
Wei Zhao frowned, looked up at Zhong Yongliang, and said flatly, "What's it to you?"
"You—" Zhong Yongliang bristled with rage. He had come to demand an explanation, only to be shut up with a single sentence. But he naturally would not show weakness now. Pointing at Wei Zhao, he barked, "Fire sources aren't allowed on airplanes, yet you brought matches and a lighter! Do you mean to put the safety of the entire class at risk? Do you believe I could call the police and have you arrested?"
In an instant Zhong Yongliang had raised Wei Zhao's actions to a matter concerning the safety of the whole class, and the onlookers who had thought him a bit of a bully now took his side. Indeed—if you brought a fire source, weren't you endangering everyone?
"Which eye of yours saw me with a lighter and matches?" Wei Zhao gave a cold laugh. "I think you're just itching for a fight."
"If you had no fire source, how did you make the fire?" Zhong Yongliang was certain Wei Zhao must have used one, for there was nothing else anywhere near him to make fire with.
"My boss did it by drilling wood for fire!" Kang** would not stand for it. Zhong Yongliang had opened his mouth and slandered Wei Zhao as having lit it with a lighter or matches.
"Drilling wood for fire?" Zhong Yongliang blinked, then burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me? Drilling wood for fire—why didn't you say you lit it with a magnifying glass?"
"Did you flunk elementary school? Don't you know you can get fire by drilling wood?" Kang** rolled his eyes, too lazy to waste breath on Zhong Yongliang.
"Then drill one for me right now! If you can't produce fire, I'm calling the police!" Zhong Yongliang bellowed in exasperation.
"Oh—Wei Zhao, put on a show for him!" Shen Yushu had seen Wei Zhao make fire by drilling wood with her own eyes, so she called out at once.
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