MMB Chapter 161 It still has to be you, Ye Zi!
Chapter 161 It still has to be you, Ye Zi!
She rattled off the menu in one breath, as if she wanted to make up for all the calories she had burned that morning.
Ye Fan smiled and agreed, "Okay, okay! You guys find a place to sit, I'll go queue up."
Taking advantage of his height, he quickly squeezed into a window where there were relatively few people.
Pei Yi'an and Tang Yanning were lucky; they found a four-person table in the corner.
As soon as she sat down, Tang Yanning slumped onto the table without any regard for her image, groaning, "Ah... I feel completely drained... Yi'an, do you think this afternoon will be even more hellish?"
Pei Yi'an took out tissues and carefully wiped the table and chairs. He then handed one to Tang Yanning to wipe his sweat, his voice gentle and reassuring: "Persistence is victory, Yanning. Let's encourage each other this afternoon."
After a while, Ye Fan returned carrying two plates piled high with food.
The braised pork ribs were glossy and oily, the sweet and sour pork was tempting, the large chicken leg had a caramelized aroma, and there was also a plate of stir-fried broccoli and three large bowls of rice.
"Wow! You're the only one I can rely on, Yezi!"
Tang Yanning's eyes lit up instantly at the sight of the food. She sat up straight, picked up her chopsticks, and headed straight for the ribs: "Mmm...delicious! A culinary delight! I feel like I've come back to life!"
Pei Yi'an looked at the sumptuous dishes on the plate and smiled gently: "Ye Zi, thank you."
Ye Fan put down his plate, sat down, and picked up his chopsticks: "Why are you being so polite with me? I told you there's plenty. Eat up, you've been working hard all morning."
The three of them began to eat.
Tang Yanning ate without restraint, her cheeks bulging, and while eating, she mumbled complaints about the morning's training and the few sycophants she had driven away, describing them vividly, which made Pei Yi'an unable to help but laugh.
Ye Fan ate more politely, occasionally pouring them some water, listening to Tang Yanning chatter on and occasionally glancing at Pei Yi'an who was eating quietly.
Pei Yi'an had excellent table manners, chewing slowly and gracefully, exuding a calm and serene aura even in the noisy cafeteria.
She noticed Ye Fan's gaze, looked up at him with a slight smile, and placed a piece of pork rib in his bowl: "Ye Zi, you should eat more too."
Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Yi'an."
Upon seeing this, Tang Yanning immediately exclaimed, "Hey, hey, hey! Yi'an, you're being unfair! I want ribs too!" As she spoke, she stretched out her bowl.
Pei Yi'an smiled and picked up a piece for her as well: "You'll get yours, you glutton."
Ye Fan looked at the two of them, his smile deepening.
He cherishes this relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.
He casually asked, "What time does training start this afternoon?"
"It's 2:30! I can still doze off for a little while while lying on the table."
Tang Yanning answered quickly, then made a face, "Just thinking about having to stand at attention again makes me...sigh!"
Pei Yi'an said softly, "You need to rest well to have energy. Ye Zi, what about this afternoon..."
"I might have something to do this afternoon, so I might not be on the playground."
Ye Fan said, "But I'll try my best to arrange your water and watermelons."
He can simply use money to bribe the shopkeeper.
"terrific!"
Tang Yanning gave a thumbs up: "With Ye Zi around, the difficulty of military training has dropped dramatically! It's a good thing you have the privilege of not having to do military training, that's really great!"
The three chatted as they ate, their conversation ranging from complaints about military training to funny stories from their respective dormitories.
Pei Yi'an listened quietly, occasionally adding a word or two, her eyes gentle.
Ye Fan then brought up some lighthearted topics, making Tang Yanning laugh heartily, and deepening the smile in Pei Yi'an's eyes.
This lunch in the noisy cafeteria, with the company of each other and familiar laughter, dispelled the fatigue and heat brought by military training, and was filled with a simple yet warm atmosphere.
The three of them packed up and left when their plates were almost empty and their lunch break was almost over.
"Ye Zi, let's go back to the dorm and lie down!" Tang Yanning said, rubbing her full belly.
"Okay, good luck this afternoon." Ye Fan nodded.
Pei Yi'an looked at Ye Fan and said gently, "Ye Zi, don't overwork yourself. If you're busy this afternoon, don't come over."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Ye Fan waved to them: "Go ahead."
Watching Pei Yi'an and Tang Yanning support each other as they slowly walked towards the dormitory building, Ye Fan turned around and walked in another direction.
The sun was still blazing, but it didn't seem so unbearable anymore.
It would have been better if he hadn't said what was on his mind; if he had, he would have been roasted. "You're so high and mighty, you don't have to do military training, so why are you saying this? It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one experiencing it..."
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In the afternoon, Ye Fan planned to drive to Nanjing University of Science and Technology to catch up with Zhao Mingzhe and chat.
But then, looking at the bright sun outside the window, and thinking that Lao Zhao's school was probably also in the midst of grueling military training, he figured he might not even have a good time there, so he gave up on the idea.
"Never mind, I'll do it another day." He muttered to himself, turned the steering wheel, and entered the bustling student street outside the school, heading straight into an internet cafe called "Speed Storm".
With cheap internet and great air conditioning, it's the perfect place to while away the afternoon.
After turning on the computer and putting on his headphones, Ye Fan quickly immersed himself in the intense game world.
Even amidst the hail of bullets, he didn't forget his mission.
While the game was loading, he took out his phone and called the familiar auntie at the convenience store downstairs in his dormitory: "Hey? Auntie Wang, it's me, Ye Fan. Could you please deliver two chilled watermelons and a few bottles of chilled sports drinks or mineral water to me around 3 PM this afternoon..."
He gave detailed instructions on where the items should be sent to—one set for Tang Yanning and Pei Yi'an's formation, and one set for Li Yifeng and his Industrial Management Class 2.
The money was transferred directly via WeChat.
Aunt Wang happily agreed; she was most willing to do this kind of easy money-making job.
An afternoon flew by amidst the sounds of keyboards clattering and gamers shouting in the internet cafe.
Only when the faint sound of dismissal whistles and the clamor of voices could be heard from the playground did Ye Fan reluctantly shut down the machine and stroll back to school.
The freshmen on the playground stood there until sunset before finally dispersing.
Before the class was dismissed, the instructor said that today was just an appetizer and the real show would begin tomorrow. These words weighed heavily on the hearts of the freshmen, causing widespread lamentation!
Amidst the crowd, the figure of Xian Zuling appeared exceptionally frail.
Her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, her lips were dry and chapped, and her steps were unsteady and unsteady.
Long-term malnutrition made her frail body unable to withstand the high-intensity military training. She seemed to have been drained of her energy and spirit, leaving only a barely holding-up shell.
Despite the dizziness and soreness in her limbs, she lowered her head and struggled to move towards the cafeteria with the crowd.
Before I had gone far, I heard someone call out to me from behind: "Offering sacrifices to the ancestral spirits."
Almost no one in the school would call her name; with that unique voice, you could guess who it was without even thinking.