novelraw Chapter 70 : Reattaching His Leg
Chapter 70 : Reattaching His Leg
Chapter 70: Reattaching His Leg
Inside the private room, the atmosphere suddenly turned awkward. The previously relaxed mood completely vanished, especially for Wang Chu, whose face showed clear embarrassment.
As everyone turned their eyes, they discovered that the speaker was none other than that boy named Zhou Yong. His tone was light and casual, as though the words had slipped out unintentionally.
Normally, no matter whether a gift was good or bad, it was still a token of thoughtfulness. Moreover, the recipient herself hadn’t even spoken yet—so what right did an outsider have to criticize someone else’s gift?
Yet, he had opened his mouth anyway. Even though he tried to appear innocent, no one here was a fool.
From his earlier quick-wittedness, it was obvious Zhou Yong was not someone who lacked social intelligence. That made it even more interesting.
Sure enough, the next second, Zhou Yong revealed his real thoughts.
He walked over to another bouquet of red roses in the room and took out a box hidden inside.
“Senior, this is my gift to you. See if you like it.” As he spoke, Zhou Yong opened the gift box. Inside was a snake-shaped gold pendant. The chain was made of cord, but the pendant itself was gold. Considering the current price of gold, it was worth at least two to three thousand yuan.
At this point, everyone more or less understood—this Zhou Yong seemed to like Zhao Tingting. That explained why, upon seeing Wang Chu’s gift, he had lost his composure.
Or rather, he had done it on purpose. Just rivalry between love rivals.
And indeed, that was Zhou Yong’s real thought. At first, what made him nervous was Lin Mo—especially when Zhao Tingting entered holding a bouquet of white roses.
After all, just in terms of appearance alone, that man left him far behind. Fortunately, throughout the meal, he hadn’t noticed much interaction between them—if there was, it was polite and distant.
Until he realized that the other bouquet of flowers had come from that rather plain-looking guy. At that, Zhou Yong had relaxed quite a bit.
So when he saw Wang Chu give a lipstick as a gift, he instinctively belittled it, making his own gift appear more impressive.
Not a clever tactic, even a little crude. But sometimes, such things worked—especially against someone weaker than himself.
“This… thank you, it’s too valuable.” Zhao Tingting tried to ease the awkwardness first, then stole a glance at Lin Mo. Seeing that he didn’t seem to care, she secretly sighed in relief. After all, it was gold.
Lin Mo wasn’t ignoring it. Instead, he was thinking about how to help Wang Chu save face.
After all, Wang Chu had been his dorm mate for three years. If someone slapped his face in front of them, it was as if breaking one of their legs. Lin Mo had to get Wang Chu’s lost pride back, and then reattach his leg.
But before he could speak, Sichuan Girl sneered coldly and said: “Gold, huh. Pretty good for holding value. But that design looks tacky as hell—if someone didn’t know better, they’d think it was a wedding gift!”
In the dorm, Sichuan Girl’s sharp tongue had never once disappointed. Don’t be fooled by her online name, Li Shiya. In reality, you could always count on Sichuan Girl—whether playing mahjong or facing trouble, she always went all in. No way a coward would come out of such a place. She truly stood up when needed!
As soon as her words fell, the room once again plunged into an awkward silence. Only this time, it was Zhou Yong’s turn to be put on the spot.
“It’s fine, really. I like it. Besides, I was born in the Year of the Snake.” Zhao Tingting quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Indeed, I didn’t think it through. How about this, I’ll punish myself with a drink.” Zhou Yong downed a glass of liquor in one gulp and then said:
“Since the meal is done, I suggest the guys split the bill AA-style, and the girls don’t pay. Later, we can head to karaoke for the next round, how about it?”
The moment he finished, another boy hurriedly chimed in: “Sure, no problem. We’re all men, it’s fine!”
The other girls kept quiet. Wang Jing did frown slightly, but after Lin Mo nudged her, she closed her mouth too.
“That’s not right. Today’s my birthday, it’s only proper for me to treat. How could I let you guys pay?” Zhao Tingting quickly refused, though her tone lacked firmness.
“Senior’s birthday—it’s your day. Just enjoy yourself,” Zhou Yong said generously.
At this, Lin Mo smiled and spoke up: “This friend is right. Since today’s your birthday, you should only focus on being happy.
But let’s not complicate things with this ‘guys pay, girls don’t.’ Here’s my suggestion: we’re five guys and five girls. I’ll cover all the guys, including your share, my friend. And you cover the girls. In other words, the two of us split the bill AA. What do you think? Same goes for karaoke later.”
Since Sichuan Girl had already reattached Wang Chu’s leg, he naturally couldn’t fall behind. Otherwise, halfway through the surgery, wouldn’t the man end up a cripple?
Besides, Lin Mo was certain Zhou Yong wasn’t some rich second-generation heir. If he was, like Young Miss Yuan, he would have just waved his hand and covered the entire bill—why bother with this “guys pay, girls don’t” nonsense?
Having no real ability, yet pretending to be generous, using other people’s money to make himself look good—wasn’t that just generosity at someone else’s expense?
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Zhou Yong’s smile stiffened, and his eyes flickered. “This…”
“No need to argue. It’s my birthday, so I’ll pay.” Zhao Tingting quickly stepped in, afraid the atmosphere would spiral out of control. This time, her tone was much more earnest.
“Isn’t this exactly what our great student council president wants? When the student council organizes events, fine. But if even for chasing girls you need another guy to split your bill, how is that supposed to look? If you succeed, who gets the credit?”
Lin Mo stood up, eyes filled with disdain as he glanced at Zhou Yong, not bothering to spare him any face.
So what if he was student council president? Lin Mo was already a senior—he didn’t need him meddling.
“You… fine, we’ll do it your way.”
They were all young men in their twenties. Being provoked like this, who wouldn’t get fired up? Zhou Yong then turned back to Zhao Tingting and said: “Senior, I really didn’t mean that. I just…”
“Zhou Yong, I understand. I appreciate your thought, but really, there’s no need. I can afford one meal.”
With that, Zhao Tingting called for the waiter and settled the bill—1,600 yuan total, just over 100 per person. A bit overpriced, but acceptable.
At the restaurant entrance, Zhou Yong, still dissatisfied, insisted on going to karaoke and splitting the cost with Lin Mo—until he saw Lin Mo sit in the driver’s seat of a Xiaomi SU7 Ultra.
At that moment, Zhou Yong froze completely. He didn’t recognize the watch on Lin Mo’s wrist, but he certainly recognized the car. A fifty-to-sixty-thousand-yuan ride—was that something an ordinary person could afford?
Everyone was stunned at first, then their eyes turned toward the suddenly silent Zhou Yong. Even the guy beside him tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to calm down, and said nothing further.
“Class monitor, get in. I’ll take you back!” Lin Mo called out, glancing once at Zhou Yong, who was now shrinking in the crowd, silent.
Wang Jing beamed and hopped into the front passenger seat, while Sichuan Girl and Wang Chu took the back.
“We’ll head off first. Message us if anything comes up.” Lin Mo waved at Zhao Tingting with a smile before driving away.
Zhao Tingting waved back, her heart sour. She had planned to use karaoke to grow closer to Lin Mo, but now, thanks to this mess, everything had fallen apart.
“Wait, aren’t we going to karaoke?” In the car, Wang Chu asked as he noticed they were driving back toward school.
Sichuan Girl rolled her eyes at him. “If Zhou Yong dares send another message, I’ll take your surname.”
Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, Wang Jing glanced at Wang Chu in the back, then at Lin Mo at the wheel, and carefully asked:
“Lin Mo, what kind of girl… do you like?”
“Me? Hmm… I like the kind you can grill.”
Wang Jing: ???
“You bastard!”
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