"Hello, Chinese?"
Wang Yan turned around and looked at the girl with long, sleek straight hair in front of him, giving her a nod in response.
"Great."
The girl clapped her hands happily, then spoke in a thick Beijing accent. "Hello, could you please switch seats with me? I'm not very comfortable sitting here."
"No." Wang Yan smiled and shook his head.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? I'm like this because I won't switch seats with you? And I'd be different if I did?"
Seeing Wang Yan's smiling face, the girl ground her teeth in irritation. She snorted and was about to sit down.
At that moment, Wang Yan stood up with a smile. "I was just teasing you. Go ahead and sit. I've got at least that much gentlemanly grace."
"I'm not sitting!"
"Got spirit. You're just too easy to tease."
"You little brat, and you think you can tease me? Let me tell you, it's only because we're abroad and on a plane. Otherwise, watch your damn head." The girl clenched her fists and threatened Wang Yan.
"You talk like you're so mature." Wang Yan said, "Judging by how you look, you're at most two years older than me."
"Isn't two years older still older? Do you know what a man is?"
Wang Yan looked puzzled. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Would it make sense for me to know what a man is?"
After three seconds, the girl understood what he meant. Her eyes widened as she glared viciously at the hateful man in front of her. In a cold, mocking tone, she said, "Little boy, if you don't know how to talk, then keep your mouth shut. Don't say that kind of crap to me."
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