Chapter 406 — You're the One Who's Sick!
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But Feng Xiaoxiao's words had made Wei Zhao realize he really was a bit thirsty. He reached into his desk and rummaged around, only to pull out an empty bottle—the mineral water he had bought yesterday was already gone.
"Here!" Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly handed him her own drink, waiting eagerly for Wei Zhao to take it.
"?" Wei Zhao grew even more suspicious of this Feng Xiaoxiao—no one shows such eager kindness without an ulterior motive.
"Kaf." Feng Xiaoxiao herself felt she had come on too strong; it was normal for Wei Zhao to be suspicious, so she quickly explained, "We're deskmates, aren't we? The teacher says deskmates should help each other."
Only a fool would believe her nonsense, but Wei Zhao was thirsty indeed. He took the drink from her hand and was about to open it when he noticed the cap had already been unscrewed. His brow furrowed at once.
She couldn't have tampered with the drink, could she? No—she wouldn't stoop to something that petty, would she?
Seeing Wei Zhao hesitate, Feng Xiaoxiao blushed slightly: "I took a sip this morning..."
Wei Zhao was speechless—no wonder the cap was already loose. Still, it wasn't so easy to do him harm. Ever since he had cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, Wei Zhao, already well-versed in pharmacology, had developed an even keener sense of smell and taste; he could detect the usual poisons slipped into water and food.
"You don't have any diseases, do you? Something like hepatitis B or AIDS?" Wei Zhao asked as he took the drink from Feng Xiaoxiao.
"..." Feng Xiaoxiao was so furious she nearly burst a blood vessel. Her, with hepatitis B and AIDS? What a joke! She was at least a pretty little thing, wasn't she? If she passed a bottle she'd drunk from to someone else, they'd probably fight over it like madmen—and here Wei Zhao was being picky? Asking such bizarre questions?
Of course, that was assuming people didn't know Feng Xiaoxiao's temperament. If they knew what she was like, they wouldn't dare drink her water for anything—that would be asking for death, wouldn't it?
"You're the one who's sick!" Feng Xiaoxiao exploded. "Illiterate! Haven't you read the science reports? Even if someone had hepatitis B or AIDS, it can't be spread that way!"
"Heh..." Wei Zhao gave a faint smile. He hadn't expected this little girl to know so much. He unscrewed the bottle and, first secretly tasting it with his tongue to confirm there was nothing unusual, swallowed. He drank half, then stuffed the remaining half-bottle straight into his desk: "I've drunk from it now, so you don't want it anymore, right? The rest is mine."
Feng Xiaoxiao hadn't intended to want a drink Wei Zhao had drunk from anyway—how could she keep drinking from a bottle another boy had touched? But Wei Zhao's words left her indignant. He'd drunk her drink, and then so brazenly and matter-of-factly claimed the rest for himself—how shameless could he be?
"No way! I'm still thirsty!" Feng Xiaoxiao refused to let Wei Zhao have his way. She snatched the drink from his desk, twisted off the cap, and gulped down the remaining half-bottle, then glared at Wei Zhao, panting—she nearly choked to death!
Wei Zhao was somewhat helpless against this rather rebellious girl, but he couldn't be bothered to argue with her. If she wanted to drink it, let her—as long as she didn't end up crying and throwing up like the Eldest Young Lady afterward. Feng Xiaoxiao hadn't felt anything while drinking, but afterward she rather regretted it—how could she drink from something Wei Zhao had drunk from? Her first kiss... "Hmph, just you wait—when you're desperate for the bathroom in a bit, I'll make you pay!"
Feng Xiaoxiao's temperament differed from the Eldest Young Lady's. Although she felt displeased, she couldn't get hung up on it; she was merely a little annoyed. She casually tossed the empty bottle toward the trash bin in the corner of the classroom, and with a "thwack," it landed square on Zhong Yongliang's forehead...