Chapter 464 — This Is Drilling Wood to Make Fire
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"And what about me!" Feng Xiaoxiao grew anxious. "I want some too!"
"If you want some, go catch your own!" Wei Zhao shot her a glance and said coolly. Who did this girl think she was? Expecting to reap the rewards of others' labor?
"..." Feng Xiaoxiao stood up, somewhat aggrieved, and walked toward the seaside. She was full of resentment. Why was Wei Zhao so foul-tempered with her? Couldn't he at least be a little nicer?
When they reached the shore, Feng Xiaoxiao grew even more vexed at the sight: Kang ** had plucked nearly every sea snail from the shallows. It looked as though she would have to wade out to somewhat deeper water to gather any.
Fortunately, Feng Xiaoxiao did know how to swim; she had only claimed she could not because she wanted Wei Zhao to teach her. So walking out a little deeper held no fear of danger for her.
"Leader, have you no tender heart for a beauty at all?" Even Kang ** cried injustice on Feng Xiaoxiao's behalf. If a lovely girl were beside him craving roasted snails, Kang ** would have been only too glad to roast some for her.
But as things stood, the one Feng Xiaoxiao was chasing after was Wei Zhao. There was no way for Kang ** to go currying favor, nor would Wei Zhao have permitted Kang ** to do so.
"Wei Zhao! Where did you get that fire from?" Zhong Yongliang had a bellyful of anger, and since he felt the right was on his side—he was the one who had found the plane—he reckoned he was entitled to challenge Wei Zhao, and so he puffed himself up with righteous confidence.
Wei Zhao frowned, glanced up at Zhong Yongliang, and said flatly, "None of your damn business."
"You—" Zhong Yongliang was furious. He had come to demand an accounting, yet Wei Zhao had rebuffed him with a single sentence. But naturally Zhong Yongliang would not back down now. Pointing at Wei Zhao, he demanded harshly, "Fire sources are not allowed on planes, yet you actually brought matches and a lighter. Do you mean to gamble with the safety of our entire class? Believe me, I can call the police and have you arrested!"
Zhong Yongliang instantly elevated Wei Zhao's conduct to a matter of the whole class's safety, and some of the onlookers who had earlier thought Zhong Yongliang rather overbearing now sided with him too. Yes—if you brought a fire source, were you not endangering everyone?
"Which of your eyes saw me carrying a lighter and matches?" Wei Zhao sneered. "I think you are just making trouble for the sake of it."
"If you have no fire source, how did you make the fire?" Zhong Yongliang was certain Wei Zhao must have used a fire source; otherwise, there was no fire-making equipment whatsoever beside him.
"My leader made fire by drilling wood!" Kang ** would not stand for it. Here was Zhong Yongliang, opening his mouth to falsely accuse Wei Zhao of using a lighter or matches to start the fire.
"Drilling wood to make fire?" Zhong Yongliang was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me? Drilling wood to make fire—why not say he lit it with a magnifying glass?"
"Did you not learn anything in primary school? You do not know that drilling wood can make fire?" Kang ** rolled his eyes, too annoyed to bother with Zhong Yongliang.
"Then drill another one and let me see! If you cannot drill it out, I am calling the police!" Zhong Yongliang roared, beside himself with rage.
"Arrow brand—oh…" Wei Zhao, show him!" Shen Yushu had seen Wei Zhao make fire by drilling wood before, so she immediately called out.