"What? What? The school finally has a novelist?"
"That's great! The fanfiction we write is so amateurish. Now that a professional's here, I hope Cup Snake can write about the beauty of the flesh."
"She's a legitimate horror writer."
"I heard she's the girl Boss Zhao rescued during a mission. Could it be..."
"I don't buy it. Look at how lovey-dovey Boss Zhao and Bronya are. If Heavy Cannon Rabbit hadn't stopped them, they'd probably have gone all the way already."
"Don't they already have a child?"
"The child was adopted."
"..."
"So she's a horror writer. I thought I'd get to read some absolutely spectacular sex scenes. Never mind, then."
"..."
"..."
The discussion had gone off-topic midway through, but it seemed that more than half the school knew about the tangled history between Zhao Bai and Heavy Cannon Rabbit. How news like Heavy Cannon Rabbit being the only obstacle between them going all the way, or Boss Zhao's lifelong nemesis, had gotten around was anyone's guess. The more Zhao Bai read, the more embarrassed he felt.
"Stop reading that gossip."
Zhao Bai took the initiative to close the laptop, shaking his head with a sigh.
I was eating a fine sirloin steak. The beef had been cooked just right, and the dinner knife was nickel-plated, showing the man's meticulousness. Yet this was clearly just a disguise. He doubted everything and could not trust food he had not made with his own hands. Over time, he had become a chef.
The beef was firm, with just the right amount of springiness.
The two slices of cherry tomato used as garnish were also wonderfully sweet, drizzled with mayonnaise to create a crisscrossing red-and-yellow texture.
"Your descriptions of food are indeed good, but isn't that reasoning a little too ridiculous?"