Half a minute before the rabid dog lunged, the Misfortune Sensor had issued a warning in Su Bai's head. It had even thoughtfully identified the type of danger he might encounter.
To be fair, this was indeed the kind of danger that could hurt Su Bai.
If he had grappled with a rabid dog unprepared, Su Bai would not necessarily have lost, but he would have been injured to some extent and might even have contracted the rabies virus.
That would have been a real pain in the ass.
Of course, Uncle Liu had taken it as "Su Bai's sharp instincts," which was fine and suited his persona.
So they went to another Cantonese teahouse.
During their conversation, Liu Chenhu asked Su Bai some basic questions.
They were all about school. As for his family, he only occasionally made subtle, indirect inquiries.
In Su Bai's view, this was probably Liu Chenhu's polite way of testing him out.
After all, he was Yangyang's good friend, and there were still four years of university ahead. Naturally, Liu Chenhu needed to personally assess someone who would be spending so much time with his child over the next four years.
Su Bai handled it calmly, and Liu Chenhu's satisfaction was plain to see.
The corners of his mouth kept rising, as though he were delighted that his "son" had finally found a reliable friend.
Come to think of it, Liu Chen'ang's father had also strongly supported her decision to return home for school.
After all, in overseas student circles these days, especially among those from wealthy families... those who knew, knew.
It was not that there were no good people. There were simply too many people messing around.
At schools of the same caliber, Project 985 universities in China had a much better atmosphere.