Chapter 69: Can I Continue Eating? (1)

Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit

“Thank you, Senior Han,” Shi Yao’s soft voice soon replied.

Only then did Lin Jiage manage to calm himself down and slowly turn his head back.

Senior Han… It seemed like that was all there was to their relationship. It was probably just a normal dinner between fellow schoolmates…

Thinking so, Lin Jiage reached out with his chopsticks and continued to grab his food.

But just as his chopsticks had barely grabbed a slice of fish, the man whom Shi Yao addressed as Senior Han spoke once more, “Shi Yao, eat this. I’ve already removed the bones in this one…”

Lin Jiage’s hand trembled as the slice of fish slid down from his chopstick and back into the plate, causing the sauce to splatter and stain his white shirt.

The fastidious him didn’t reach out for a tissue paper to clean his shirt immediately, something he would usually do on any other occasion. Instead, he turned around to look at the lush, green leaves behind him once again.

Are the two of you so familiar with each other? Didn’t you hear her calling you Senior Han? With such a polite form of address, don’t you think you’re being a little too intimate by deboning a fish for her?

Lin Jiage grumbled internally as he craned his neck towards the table behind him. However, all that came into sight was still those same lush, green leaves.

Earlier, when he entered the restaurant, he’d been glad that he had these green plants concealing him. At this moment, however, he was filled with nothing but antagonism for them. What kind of lousy interior design was this? To fill the restaurant with so many green plants, were the owners not worried that they might bring in mosquitoes…

Just as Lin Jiage was about to stand up, Shi Yao, who had just swallowed the food in her mouth, replied, “Thank you, Senior Han, but there’s really no need for you to trouble yourself. I can deal with the bones myself.”

That’s right, that’s right! Soft Bun is already nineteen this year. It’s not like she’s a three-year-old child that needs your caring concern!

Hearing the nonchalance in Shi Yao’s tone, Lin Jiage was able to calm down once more.

“Senior Han, you should eat too. The food won’t taste as good once it turns cold…” Shi Yao urged again.

Lin Jiage didn’t turn back this time around, but he began to stab the fish in his plate with his chopsticks.

If the food doesn’t taste good cold, you can just end the dinner then…

There was a very long silence behind him.

For the situation to get so silent and awkward, it seemed like the two of them weren’t very familiar with each other after all…

Lin Jiage slowly pinched a slice of meat from the fish he’d demolished through his poking, but before he could bring the fish to his mouth, that Senior Han-or-whatever person spoke up once more, “Shi Yao, I have something to tell you—”

There’s something wrong about his tone…

Lin Jiage stopped eating and pricked up his ears.

…

Shi Yao, who was completely absorbed in tackling the fish in front of her, didn’t notice the abnormality in Han Jing’s voice. With a perfunctory nod, she replied distractedly, “Senior Han, feel free to speak.”

Staring at Shi Yao, whose cheeks were bulging from stuffing too much food in her mouth, Han Jing nervously gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

From the first time he saw her that time when he visited He Tiantian’s dormitory, he had instantly fallen in love with her.

It had been half a year since then, but he still couldn’t find the courage to confess.

He’d learned by chance from He Tiantian that she would be coming here to watch a match today, so despite being uninterested in the match, he still bought a ticket and came over.

In truth, he wasn’t intending to confess. However, watching her adorable appearance as she gobbled down the food in front of her, he suddenly felt the urge to do so… and this urge kept growing stronger and stronger within his heart…

He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. When Han Jing opened his eyes once more, his gaze was much more serious than before. Even the tone he took had become graver. “Shi Yao, I… I like you. Will you… Will you be my girlfriend?”