60 Scoot Over (1/2)

Xiao Luo and Zhang Dashan were enjoying their meal and having a grand old time. Between bites of food, they talked, laughed, and traded vulgar jokes like two old veterans. The scene looked so harmonious. But in Huang Ruoran's view, Xiao Luo was making fun of her. That was exactly how some paranoid people felt whenever they heard people whispering or laughing behind their back--they assumed they were the subject of gossip.

”When Xiao Luo goes back, he'll blab to everyone that I work here as a waitress,” Huang Ruoran muttered to herself under her breath.

She nervously knitted her brows together. She had a strong personality and didn't want anyone to see her side as a waitress, bending and groveling to the customers. But fate was not on her side, and she just had to run into Xiao Luo tonight. By Monday, her secret would be out, and she worried about losing all her hard-earned respect as the class monitor.

Unlike Huan Ruoran, however, Xiao Luo wasn't thinking about her at all. He was simply enjoying the delicious hot pot and a night out with his best friend. The university was as far from his thoughts as the moon.

He ate his meat and drank his soup. As to life, he found it to be a beautiful thing, at least at the moment.

”Damn it,” said Zhang Dashan. ”Why wasn't Sis Luo attracted to me at that time? Does having a large face negate all that I am? This is too unfair.”

After they were half-full, Zhang Dashan started complaining. The Sister Luo he was talking about was Xiao Luo's sister, Xiao Ruyi, shortened to ”Sis Luo.” ”In what way is that trash Tang Ren better than me? His skin is smooth as a baby's bottom, and his face is small and fair. Sis Luo wouldn't have a sense of security with him. What does she see in him? I really don't understand this.”

”You can't blame this on anyone. I created a chance for you guys. But in the end, you dragged me into playing Landlord War with her for a whole night. My sister complained to me that you're a stupid pr*Ick.” Xiao Luo put down his chopsticks and berated Zhang Dashan. He didn't want to talk about this again. He got so angry whenever this subject came up. Aargh!

Zhang Dashan's face turned green. ”You bast*rd. Why do you have to have such a good memory? In any case, weren't you the one who came up with that rotten idea of playing Landlord War? You know I can't stop playing once I come into contact with poker cards.”

Xiao Luo didn't want this to turn into a long-winded conversation, so he immediately poured a large plate of beef meatballs into the hot pot.

At this time, a group of people sat down at the table behind them. There were four men and two women with tattoos on their bodies. The men had bare arms and wore gold chains; they looked like unreasonable, violent bandits. The women were skimpily dressed, and their nails were painted black. In addition, they carried a strong smell of perfume. As soon as they finished ordering their dishes, they started talking up a storm as they remained in their seats. Their voices were very loud: They acted as if they had bought the entire hot pot restaurant for the night.

Of course, Zhang Dashan did not object to their loud voices. But what he couldn't stand was the stool occupied by the man behind him. It severely infringed on his space. Even turning around was a herculean task, let alone standing up. Just when the man was chatting happily, he would shake his stool back and forth, and the back of it kept cramming and bumping into Zhang Dashan.

At a certain point, he couldn't take it anymore. He patted the man's shoulder and said, ”Hey, buddy, can you move your stool back a little? It's so uncomfortable how you're cramming against me, thanks!”

The man turned his head and gave him a disdainful glance, then he turned back and continued talking bombastically with the others. It was if he hadn't heard Zhang Dashan's words.

F*ck!

Zhang Dashan cursed in his mind, feeling depressed.

”What's wrong?” Xiao Luo asked.

”What's wrong? Old friend, can't you see that I'm about to be squished into a lump of sh*t?”

Zhang Dashan was extremely upset. At this moment, he happened to see Huang Ruoran, who was adding water for customers at another table. He immediately beckoned, ”Pretty lady. Please come over here.”

Huang Ruoran came over reluctantly without looking at Xiao Luo. She asked, ”Do you want me to add water for you, too?”

”Pretty lady, look at the water in our pot. Does it look like we need more?”