194 I Do Mind (1/2)
Bench Guy was silent. ”If that’s what you think, then I have nothing to say. But if I wanted to harm you, why would I have advised you this morning?”
Ye Qingxuan shook his head slightly. What he said did make sense, but it was still not enough to prove his innocence.
Charles, who had been watching for a while, moved over and asked softly, ”Is this guy reliable?”
Ye Qingxuan looked up at Bench Guy's eye and shook his head. ”To be honest, he's not very reliable.”
”…Can you not say that in front of me?” Bench Guy said.
Bench Guy was filled with awkwardness, but Ye Qingxuan changed the topic immediately. ”But at least he’s good at talking, especially with his chicken soup for the restless soul!”
”Is that a compliment?” Bench Guy's voice grew more troubled, but Charles came up and grasped his hand enthusiastically.
”Then we must be the same type of person! Nice to meet you! I’ve been here for so many years, but I didn’t know there was another graduate student who liked chicken soup like me. We should interact more closely.” As he spoke, Charles touched Bench Guy’s hands, and his tone became flirty. ”Wow, your hand feels really soft...”
”You—what do you want?” Bench Guy got goosebumps from Charles’s tone. He tried to draw his hand back, but he found that his hand was held tightly and he could not pull away.
”Don't be afraid, I just want to read your palm.” Charles grabbed Bench Guy’s wrist and leisurely pried the fingers open one by one. Understanding filled his eyes. ”No calluses, unlike a commoner, but there’s also no cream applied, so he’s not like an elite either.”
Ye Qingxuan nodded. ”There are no injuries on the fingers, his nails are finely trimmed, skin is cared for properly…his family probably isn’t short of money.”
At last, the two of them stopped pretending and circled around while studying at the nervous Bench Guy with their sharp and harsh eyes. The two exchanged views with a few words, never considering that who they were talking about was right before them.
”His clothes are clean and well-ironed. He cares about his appearance and has a sense of honor, but a little shallow...” Ye Qingxuan paused and suddenly realized, ”He wants to make people think that he is a careful and serious person.”
”The headset is of poor taste, but it looks just right. It’s accurate…to the millimeter? Ah, Junior, bro, he has OCD!”
”Yeah, so he’s not poor.”
”But not an elite.”
”But hopes to make a good impression.”
”…with OCD.”
The two people glanced at each other, and Ye Qingxuan said, ”He’s the son of a merchant?”
”Or maybe the descendant of a scholar.”
”What about a local lord?” Ye Qing added. ”It's possible too.”
Charles nodded. ”But there’s no doubt he’s a utilitarian, an ambitious one with high aspirations...none of the above should have anything to do with that group of the second-generation failures.”
The two people nodded in satisfaction.
”Reasoning complete.”
”Explanation finished.”
”Yay.”
The two *ssholes high-fived happily and made synchronized peace signs. On the couch, Bench Guy subconsciously moved to pull out a handkerchief from the bosom and wiped the cold sweat seeping from his forehead. Soon, he realized that he could not pull out a handkerchief or wipe the sweat on his forehead.
”Did I pass the inspection?” He smiled wryly. ”So, how many people are we going to look for then? I heard that there are more than twenty people on Revelations’ main team this year.”
”You don't have to look for more. Five is enough.”
”Five?” Bench Guy counted on his fingers for a long while. ”There are only four people. Is there someone else who joined?”
”Not a human, but we do have a dog.” Charles waved to him with Old Phil’s paw. ”What do you think? This is one of your teammates. Do you want to come and say hello?”
”...” Under Old Phil’s disdainful gaze, Bench Guy was shocked and could not react immediately.
”Since we have enough people, there’s one last problem.” Charles slapped his thigh and looked up. He asked, ”Has anyone played soccer before?”
”...” It was dead silence and no one raised their hand.
Ye Qingxuan asked in a low voice, ”Senior, haven’t you played before?”
”Of course not. I was really annoying when I was little, so no one would like to play with me. It was really sad. Yezi, don’t tell me that you haven’t played before?”
”Uh…” Ye Qingxuan's gaze suddenly drifted up. ”I used to have a lot of homework. How would I have time to play?”
Stunned, Charles turned to Bai Xi.
”What are you looking at me for?” Bai Xi snorted. ”Why would I fight over a ball with dozens of people for no reason? It’s not like I can eat the ball!”
Charles looked at Old Phil with the last shred of hope. Old Phil glared at him as looking down on his IQ. Did he think a dog would play soccer for fun?