Zhen Xiaoyan was a girl who loved eating to an extreme, and she cooked everything herself. One look at her figure told you how much she could eat, and from that, you could tell how many dishes she had made. After all that honing, her cooking skills had reached remarkable heights.
That was right. It was because of her cooking that Ye Lang had taken a liking to her—uh, to her food. Ever since he had tasted it for the first time, he had come every day to snatch Zhen Xiaoyan's lunchbox.
"I'll give it back later. I'm eating right now," Ye Lang replied through a mouthful of food.
"Give it back later? By then, you'll have eaten everything, and all that'll be left is an empty shell," Zhen Xiaoyan said irritably.
"Exactly. I'll return it after I finish eating, otherwise how will you bring it over again tomorrow?" Ye Lang said shamelessly, leaving everyone speechless with frustration.
"You, you..." Zhen Xiaoyan was once again at a loss for words.
"Hmph, I'll let it go today, but you're not allowed to snatch mine again tomorrow." Zhen Xiaoyan tossed out those words, words she said almost every day, yet the next day always turned out the same.
"Tomorrow I want fish ball thick noodles. Remember to make them better," Ye Lang said, as though he had not heard her at all, directly naming what he wanted to eat tomorrow.
"Got it. You eat this every day—don't you get sick of it? Wait... why should I make it for you?" Zhen Xiaoyan suddenly realized something was off halfway through speaking.
"Xiaoyan, it's the same with you. If you clearly don't want to give it to him, then don't make it for him," said a female classmate close to Zhen Xiaoyan.
That was exactly it. Zhen Xiaoyan said every time that she would not give him any, yet she prepared a portion for Ye Lang every day. The reason was certainly not because she liked Ye Lang—she hated him too much for that.
The real reason was—
"If I don't make food for him, he'll snatch my portion, and then I won't have enough to eat. Besides, he doesn't eat much anyway, so it doesn't matter." Zhen Xiaoyan glared fiercely at Ye Lang as she whispered to her friend.
"That's true. Compared to you, he really does eat very little." Her friend smiled, clearly teasing her.
"Oh, so you're laughing at me, are you? Just watch me crush you to death!!" Zhen Xiaoyan immediately replied, using her physical advantage as a threat.
Although Zhen Xiaoyan had a huge body, she did not feel inferior because of it. She had a cheerful heart—perhaps because she had yet to encounter any setbacks.
"Ah, no! I'll stop, okay? If you sit on me, even if I don't die, I'll be left with half a life," her friend said, pretending to be afraid.
"So now you know fear, huh? I'm done talking to you. I'm going to eat." Zhen Xiaoyan smiled, then began eating, preparing to wipe out the lunch spread across the entire table before her.
"Eat, eat..." her friend echoed, entering lunchtime as well.
They were not the only ones in the classroom eating lunchboxes. At the Alchemy Academy, most people did not want to waste time going to the dining hall. They would rather eat packed meals and use the time they saved for research.
Just as everyone was eating lunch, the arrival of a handsome youth turned what had been an ordinary moment into something extraordinary.
This handsome youth was Young Master Moya, one of the Four Young Masters of the Royal Academy. Not only did he possess a striking appearance, but he also had formidable strength and a powerful family background.
He was the white-horse prince in the hearts of many young girls. In this academy, no one knew how many girls had fallen for him. Even among Ye Lang's female classmates, there were several, one of whom was Zhen Xiaoyan.
After Young Master Moya arrived, her eyes never left him. She looked so lovestruck that her eyes were practically about to turn into red hearts.
"Sorry, I'm late!" After arriving in the classroom, Young Master Moya ignored all those infatuated gazes and walked straight toward a girl. He spoke with a touch of apology.
A girl worthy of Young Master Moya naturally could not be ordinary. She was a stunning beauty, and the only girl in the class who could truly be shown off. She was Shalan.
At that moment, Ye Lang could not help admiring the judgment of those "professionals." This Shalan had indeed become a generation's sexy enchantress. Otherwise, why would Young Master Moya have chosen her?
"It's all right. I've only just finished packing up. Let's go." Shalan spoke generously, then lightly linked her arm through Young Master Moya's. Under everyone's envious gazes, they left the classroom.
"They've already left. What are you still staring at?" Zhen Xiaoyan's friend shook her awake from her lovestruck state.
"Ah, how happy I'd be if it were me instead." Zhen Xiaoyan said enviously. She envied Shalan and desperately wished they could trade places.
As Ye Lang returned the lunchbox, he mercilessly said, "If it were you, it wouldn't be happiness. It would be a tragedy."
"Go die!!!" Zhen Xiaoyan grabbed the lunchbox and hurled it at him.
"Ah!" A miserable cry rang out, but it did not come from Ye Lang. It came from a tragic guy innocently caught in the crossfire, with the lunchbox still perched on his head.
With Ye Lang's nimble movements, how could he possibly be hit by such a tiny lunchbox? If it could not hit him, then whoever stood behind him would likely meet a tragic fate.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Zhen Xiaoyan immediately apologized.
"I know you didn't mean to, but since you know you can't hit him, why do you throw things at him every time? Every time, the rest of us get dragged into it," the tragic guy said pitifully. Clearly, this was not the first time he had been hit, and he was not the only one.
"I'm sorry, I just acted on impulse. I promise it won't happen again," Zhen Xiaoyan apologized.
"How many months have you been saying that?" the tragic guy asked in return.
"Not months. One year and three months!" Ye Lang said from the side. At that moment, he was sitting there reading, as though none of this had anything to do with him.
"It's all because of you!!" Zhen Xiaoyan, along with all those who had been innocently caught in the crossfire, shouted in unison. The situation made them furious beyond measure.
"Eh, this Alchemy Formula..." Ye Lang directly ignored everyone's anger and began studying his Alchemy Formula. He was not changing the subject—he often became serious just like that, ignoring everything else.
Everyone knew what he was like. Even if they continued condemning him, it would be pointless, so they went back to eating their lunchboxes and chatting about idle after-meal matters.
Several days later, it was still noon, Ye Lang had still snatched Zhen Xiaoyan's lunchbox, and Young Master Moya still appeared in the classroom, ready to go have lunch with Shalan. A man and woman in the throes of passionate love truly fit those four words—stuck together like glue and lacquer!
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