Chapter 1922 — The One in the Dream
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At the mention of point deductions for leftovers, those students who had planned to heap their trays full immediately abandoned the idea. These military training scores counted toward their academic credits. Lose a point here, lose a point there, and in the end they might not have enough credits—they would have to take extra courses before they could graduate.
Though the cafeteria was crowded, the soldiers serving the dishes were unhurried and orderly. So despite the numbers, the line moved quickly, one after another, and soon it was the turn of Wei Zhao's medical program.
Wei Zhao and Wang Xinyan stood at the back of the line, last to be served. But when it came time to serve them, the soldier—who had been dishing out portions for the young men all along—did not look carefully when he reached Wang Xinyan, and gave her a man's portion as well.
Wang Xinyan wanted to ask him to take some back, but then reflected that once it had been served, returning it seemed improper—and besides, students from other classes were still waiting in line behind them. She had no choice but to steel herself, take the tray, and leave with Wei Zhao.
"You're not taking any staples?" Seeing that Wang Xinyan had taken only a bowl of egg soup and no rice or buns, Wei Zhao asked, puzzled.
"There's already so much food. If I take staples too, I'm afraid I'll leave leftovers..." Wang Xinyan frowned, looking down at the dishes on her tray.
"Oh, that's no problem." Wei Zhao casually picked up two twisted rolls and set them on her tray. "These rolls are good. Eat a little, or you'll be hungry tonight."
"Huh?" Wang Xinyan was speechless. One roll was already a lot for her—and Wei Zhao had given her two?
"Whatever you leave, I'll finish it." Wei Zhao could indeed eat a great deal—Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu knew that well from experience. But he could eat much or little; going without was no problem either. Such were the advantages of a cultivator.
Wang Xinyan's face flushed slightly. Wei Zhao eating her leftovers? Wouldn't that be like an indirect kiss? But seeing that Wei Zhao's expression was perfectly normal and his gaze clear, she knew she was overthinking it. She murmured an assent, and the two of them found a table to eat at.
They had barely sat down when a commotion broke out not far behind them.
Wei Zhao's brow furrowed slightly—because amid the clamor, he heard a voice he recognized. It was Bai Weituo's!
Other people's business, Wei Zhao could not be bothered with. But this lecherous young fool who called him "Brother Lin" at every turn—him Wei Zhao could not ignore. That was the kind of man Wei Zhao was: once he counted someone a friend, he would see things through to the end, no matter whether the matter was complicated or simple, meaningful or pointless, whether it cost him time or not.
"Xinyan, wait here for me. Bai Weituo's gotten into an argument with someone." Wei Zhao's expression had turned a little cold.
"Oh... be careful..." As soon as the words left her mouth, Wang Xinyan felt she was overthinking again. With Wei Zhao's skills, how could a bunch of college students do anything to him? But... did this count as her caring about him? Wang Xinyan rarely cared about others, especially not a man—yet in this moment, she truly did care, and it came from the bottom of her heart.