Chapter 96 - Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Roaring at the sight of injustice (1/2)

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: Roaring at the sight of injustice

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Chapter 96: A roar for justice

“Since I lost the bet —I’ll order the drinks. What do you guys want?” asked the short-haired girl as she picked up her phone.

“Soda/Mineral water,” Zi Cheng and Xiang Kun said in unison, then glanced at each other.

The short-haired girl pursed her lips slightly, “You guys can drink whatever you like, you don’t have to save money for us! Ordering two drinks is no problem at all!”

Xiang Kun agreeably nodded. “Then I’ll have mineral water.” He had previously ordered soda and only took one sip. Although he didn’t spit it out afterwards, it still left a strange feeling in his stomach that was quite uncomfortable.

Zi Cheng echoed, “Soda, mineral water, pure water, anything is fine. I really don’t want any more other beverages or alcohol.”

Left with no choice, the short-haired girl went to the bar and ordered for them a bottle of mineral water and a bottle of soda.

After Xiang Kun had bamboozled them with “A4 Paper 1,” placating the two girls a bit, the conversation finally settled down, allowing Zi Cheng to start discussing life topics with them, such as their experiences abroad, changes before and after going abroad, and so on.

They also got to know the girls’ names: the short-haired girl was called Zhang Qian, who had just returned from the United Kingdom, and the bespectacled girl was named Yang Jie, who was a postgraduate student at a nearby ** University.

Xiang Kun firmly regarded himself as an outstanding wingman. As long as Zi

Cheng could keep the rhythm of the conversation, he hardly ever interrupted.

However, the two girls were clearly still curious about that “magical” piece of paper and would occasionally inquire about how Xiang Kun was able to guess the number written on the paper, even suggesting they play again.

However, Xiang Kun found an excuse to refuse. This kind of mystery was enough to showcase once. He was not about to delve into the enigma of the paper with them.

When it was nearly 11 0’clock, Zhang Qian and Yang Jie said they had to leave, Xiang Kun and Zi Cheng didn’t say much, just standing up to see them off.

As they were about to leave, the short-haired girl, Zhang Qian, suddenly asked Xiang Kun, “Can you give me that A4 paper?”

Her pair of eyes were filled with anticipation as she looked at him.

“No, it’s a family heirloom.” Xiang Kun responded without hesitation.

“Then could you sell it to me? Name your price, ” asked Zhang Qian.

“This paper sells its talent, not itself,” Xiang Kun continued to joke.

“Stingy!” Zhang Qian didn’t say anything else and left the bar with her friend.

When the girls were out of sight, Zi Cheng turned to Xiang Kun: “Uh? You didn’t ask for their WeChat or Dhone numbers?”

Xiang Kun glared at him: “I am your wingman! Why do I need their contact information if you didn’t ask for it?”

Zi Cheng laughed while adjusting his glasses, “Who’s who here? There’s no such thing as main and wingman, we’re all the same.”

Xiang Kun was speechless. He could see his friend hadn’t changed much after “training” in America for a few years.

Having said that, Xiang Kun seemed to be quite adept at dealing with girls now. But he knew that this was partly because he was indifferent when interacting with these girls, focusing instead on his own abilities and the various sensory information and data he had acquired. On the other hand, the information he was getting allowed him to accurately gauge the girls’ mood swings, knowing exactly what was sincere and what was not, what topics they were most interested in, making dealing with them much simpler and more relaxed.