Chapter 168 - The First Stir Of Feelings
Chapter 168: The First Stir Of Feelings
This was virtually a big blow delivered by his brother.
Had Chief switched to getting revenge on people like this now?
No wonder he had surrendered in the game.
It turned out that the two of them had been together at the time.
However…
“This news is too shocking. I didn’t expect that the little transvestite I always wanted to catch would be my brother.” Panda’s eyes lit up instantly after he finished his sentence. “What was Chief’s reaction when he learned that it was you?”
If he found it so difficult to accept, Chief would probably have had an even harder time…
“His level of resentment was very high,” Mo Bei said as she sorted out the meat. One bowl was full of meat, while another was full of entrails.
Panda spun twice on the spot. “His resentment would certainly be high. You cheated him into marriage. I need two seconds of silence. Otherwise, I won’t be able to find it in me to face you. Say, why must you play with a female account? Now, I believe that you’re straight. If even Chief’s beauty couldn’t make you waver, I don’t think there’s any other man in this world that could make you gay. No, that’s not right. Chief did not send you any photos. You two only interacted in the game.”
Mo Bei made an “mm” sound but did not give any further explanations.
Panda sat down on the sofa, watching the aloof figure standing in the semi-open kitchen. Clearly, his mind was already overwhelmed.
He didn’t even know how to gossip, even though he wanted to.
Meanwhile, Feng Nai, who had pulled off his shirt and changed into a white t-shirt upstairs, was now moving his slender fingers and posting the following message anonymously on the game forum: “If you found out that the transvestite that cheated you into marriage was someone you knew in real life, what would be a suitable way to get back at the other party?”
Very soon, replies were posted beneath the message.
“You know each other in real life? That would have to depend on whether you guys are close or not.”
“And what he looks like.”
“What about his personality? His merits and shortcomings?”
Feng Nai read through the comments and replied, “So-so, quite good-looking, short-spoken and handsome, unexpressive, able to cook.”
“The aloof kind?”
“There are still handsome guys who can cook in this time and age?”
“How far apart are you two in real life? You probably don’t meet often, do you?”
Feng Nai looked down. “We meet every day. We are staying in the same dormitory.”
He did not say that they were members of the same battle team because he did not want to expose his identity.
He didn’t expect that this answer would set the post somehow on fire.
“Same dormitory? What the f*ck! Then why aren’t you together yet?”
“Aloof beautiful little brother, are you really not going to consider him?”
“OP [1. Original poster] probably already has feelings. Otherwise, why would he emphasize the fact that the other person can cook?”
“Exactly, exactly. A secret first stir of feelings…”
When Feng Nai read the fourth comment, he locked his screen without hesitation.
His eyes, which had initially warmed up, darkened once again.
He was looking for ways of pranking people. What were all these people saying?
He went downstairs with his bottle of mineral water and smelled the fragrance of spring onion, ginger, and garlic, which was coming from the pot.
Mo Bei leaned forward slightly, one hand adjusting the fire under the clay pot while the other held a spatula and started on the sautéed cabbage with vinegar sauce she was about to make.
Instantly, the entire base was filled with a mouth-watering fragrance.
Panda had already started to swallow his saliva and wonder when they would have dinner when he saw that tall, slender figure walk over. His right hand picked up the rabbit hat that was on the table and stuck it directly on Mo Bei’s head.
Mo Bei’s cooking hands stopped for a moment as her cold eyes lifted.
Feng Nai said slowly, “The level of my resentment is even higher now. It needs to be balanced out. I’ve thought of a method that I think is not bad. If the chief of No.2 Middle School wears such a hat to school, lots of people would probably crowd around and watch.”
Mo Bei: …