Chapter 330: Chapter 330

As expected, Yan An’s eyes widened slightly, a sparkle flickering within.

Ono Eishi assumed she was also captivated by his handsome appearance, his smile growing more flirtatious.

"Hello, my name is Ono Eishi, and I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Yan An."

Yan An took two steps back and lowered her head, as if in shyness.

Ono Eishi chuckled, "It’s my first time at this school, and I don’t know what dishes to order. Could Miss Yan An recommend a few?"

Yan An shook her head! She couldn’t speak!!

Just as Ono Eishi was about to continue, Su Siming reached out, pulled Yan An behind him, and stared at Ono Eishi with an unfriendly gaze. "What are you trying to do?"

Su Siming had seen Yan An get bumped and had wanted to rush over, but Ono Eishi beat him to it. So, Su Siming turned to confront the boy who had bumped into her instead. He had just grabbed the boy when he turned his head and saw Ono Eishi, a flirtatious expression on his face, hitting on Miss Yan An!

Ono Eishi’s attention shifted from Yan An to Su Siming. Su Siming’s type was completely different from his own: bold and passionate, with sharp facial features and a clean, sunny aura about him. Ono Eishi momentarily forgot Su Siming’s question, simply gazing at him intently. The rıghtful source is N0velFire.ɴet

That straightforward gaze gave Su Siming goosebumps, prompting him to quickly focus on the person he was holding.

"Tell me, did that Little R put you up to this? Did you bump into her on purpose?"

Su Siming pushed the student who had collided with her into the center, blocking Ono Eishi’s view of him.

Ma Chao looked terrified. "No way, Su Bro! I just wanted to come and say hi to you, but somehow, I twisted my foot out of nowhere—I really didn’t mean it! I’m sorry, so sorry!"

"Are you sure?" Su Siming asked with a scowl.

Ma Chao nodded repeatedly. "I’m sure. I really don’t know what happened. Su Bro, we used to be classmates, after all. You know me. Even if I had all the courage in the world, I wouldn’t dare pull something in front of you."

Su Siming finally recognized Ma Chao. "Oh, right, I remember now. You were in our class at first, but then you started hanging out with that girl..."

"Right! Because you were mixed up with An Shimeng, An Yan kicked you out of our class!"

"Yes, that’s me! Su Bro, I’ve turned over a new leaf! I even helped An Yan save Uncle An once! Don’t you remember, Su Bro?"

Only then did Su Siming let go. "Fine. Since you’re behaving so well, I’ll give you another chance. If you’ve been colluding with this Little R, come clean now! If you don’t say anything and I find out later... then..."

Ma Chao’s face paled with fear. "Su Bro, I’m telling the truth. I definitely haven’t colluded with this Little R! I don’t have the nerve, Bro!"

Su Siming waved his hand dismissively. "Scram, get out of here."

Talking about having "nerve" in front of Little R... How embarrassing!

Ma Chao quickly scampered off. He had wanted to make a good impression on Su Bro, but it almost backfired! Maybe he, Ma Chao, was just never meant to break into Su Bro’s circle. Forget it; it’s better not to force things. Survival is more important!

Su Siming turned around, meeting Ono Eishi’s penetrating gaze. He instinctively took half a step back. "Whatcha lookin’ at?"

Ono Eishi instinctively replied, "What’s it to ya?"

Su Siming swung a punch.

Ono Eishi caught his fist. "...Mr. Su, why did you hit me?"

Did I say something wrong? My Chinese teacher told me that "Whatcha lookin’ at?" and "What’s it to ya?" were a set phrase from Northeastern dialect, usually appearing together. And "What’s it to ya?" meant, "I am just looking at you!" My understanding was: "I am looking at you because you’re good!" The tone was so affirmative and resolute! It unequivocally expressed my admiration for him. But why did Su Siming get angry? Could it be that he doesn’t like me, so he doesn’t want my approval?

"Mr. Su, you are the best person in my heart. No matter what you think, I want you to know your place in my heart..."

Su Siming wasn’t listening to him at all; he was just confused. Ever since I lost to An Yan, I’ve enrolled in Sanda, boxing, Wing Chun, and various other classes. But why, after training for so long, does my strength still seem inferior to this sissy’s? He caught my hand, and I actually can’t break free! This isn’t scientific! No, wait... what is this damn sissy doing anyway? Confessing? Is he sick?

Just as he thought this, he felt the back of his hand being caressed a few times! That feeling! Goosebumps instantly crawled all over me!

Su Siming, as if stung by a scorpion, quickly withdrew his hand, rushed to a water faucet, and began washing furiously. So disgusting! So disgusting! See? I knew that sissy looked abnormal! Who would’ve thought he’d actually be this abnormal—confessing to me, a grown man, and even touching my hand!

Ono Eishi followed behind him. "Mr. Su, I just helped your teammate. Shouldn’t you thank me?"

"Also, our hands merely touched, and you keep washing them like that. That’s very impolite!"

Su Siming scoffed, switched to another faucet, and continued to wash!

"Mr. Su, you should apologize to me!"

"I’ll apolo—" Apologize, your sister!

Su Siming opened his mouth, ready to lash out, but Yan An tugged his arm, signaling that their food was packed.

Su Siming glared at Ono Eishi, then hurried to the counter and took the food the owner had packed.

Yan An stopped her bike and handed him her phone. It read:

"That guy was tripped by someone using a tripwire!"

"A type of Mystic Technique! So you didn’t hit the wrong person. The tripwire could very well have been Ono Eishi’s doing!"

"You know?" Su Siming asked.

Yan An wrote again: "Of course! I’m not an idiot!"

"If you’re not an idiot, then why did you talk to him?"

Yan An wrote with a smile: "Aside from the fact that he’s our opponent, don’t you think he’s rather good-looking?"

Su Siming was shocked. "Cousin Yan An, so you like sissies?"

Yan An typed furiously: "...If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak at all!"

Yan An pushed off hard on her pedal, and her bike shot forward.

Su Siming watched her receding figure in horror. After spending more than a year together, I’ve gotten to know Yan An somewhat. She’s even more of a workaholic than An Yan and has never seemed interested in men. Who would have thought... Cousin Yan An actually likes... No! This can’t be! Even if Yan An likes the effeminate type, doesn’t our great Z Country have plenty of those? Why would she go for someone from R Country? I can’t accept this!

Su Siming pedaled harder, the bike nearly throwing sparks as he chased after her furiously!