For some reason, he felt like the atmosphere between those two was a little strange.
By rights, hadn't they rekindled their old flame yesterday?
Meanwhile, Chu Zihang had been staring at Lu Mingfei, who was watching Xia Mi and Mo Wang.
Anyone who didn't know better might have thought Chu Zihang had awakened some unusual hobby.
Lu Mingfei bit into his fried dough stick, his eyes darting back and forth several times between Mo Wang, who silently drank his soy milk, and Xia Mi, who was leisurely peeling an egg.
The atmosphere was way too strange.
After what happened on the rooftop last night, even if they weren't lovey-dovey, they shouldn't have been acting like this... like they were minding their own business and staying out of each other's way, right?
Mo Wang was usually so talkative he was annoying, yet now he was pretending to be all deep and brooding.
Xia Mi too. That faint, ever-present smile at the corners of her lips had vanished.
This breakfast was making Lu Mingfei itch all over.
No, he had to break this bizarre silence.
He cleared his throat and tried to make his tone sound natural and casual. "Ahem, so... fellow heroes, got any plans for today? We can't all just sit around the hotel incubating eggs, can we?"
Chu Zihang was the first to respond, with an answer as "Chu-style" as ever. "I'm going to the library. There are some documents in several sections of the University of Chicago Library that I want to look through."
Xia Mi did not even raise her eyelids as she carefully wiped her fingers with a napkin. "Me? I'll just go walk around. It's my first time in Chicago, and I heard the scenery along Lake Michigan is nice." Her voice was flat, devoid