Sorry, I'm Not Sharing a Table (Seeking Follow-ups!!!!)

Jiang Yuan tidied up his dorm room briefly, glancing at the empty desk and bathroom.

He'd have to go buy some daily necessities.

After all, he'd arrived at the academy empty-handed, without any luggage, so there was quite a lot to purchase.

The pedestrian street near the school was bustling with activity.

Mingzhu Pedestrian Street was packed with people, a lively crowd coming and going.

Shops lined both sides of the street, offering everything from stationery and accessories to household goods—a wide variety at very affordable prices.

Every new semester, this street became a must-visit spot for freshmen, who shopped for supplies while soaking in the vibrant atmosphere of campus life.

Jiang Yuan moved through the crowd. Tall, with handsome features and an outstanding presence, he drew the attention of many female students along the way. Some even whispered to their companions, their eyes full of curiosity.

Soon, Jiang Yuan stopped in front of a daily goods store and stepped inside.

"Hello, welcome!" the clerk greeted warmly.

Jiang Yuan nodded politely and began browsing the shelves.

Before long, he came out carrying a full bag of items.

Luckily, the academy was thoughtful enough to provide bedding like sheets and quilts uniformly, or he'd have had to haul those bulky items too.

With the heavy shopping bag in hand, Jiang Yuan walked briskly back toward the school.

Passing by a restaurant, a rich, enticing aroma—like an invisible hand—instantly halted his steps.

The scent, a blend of meaty richness, fresh vegetables, and savory broth, drilled straight into his nose, making his mouth water.

This place smells amazing!

How could he resist, especially since he hadn't eaten lunch yet?

Jiang Yuan patted his stomach. He'd been busy with the Interview Exam and settling into the dorm all morning, skipping both breakfast and lunch.

With that thought, he turned without hesitation and, in a flash, stepped through the restaurant's door.

It was mealtime, and the restaurant was lively, buzzing with noise.

Every table was packed with diners enjoying their meals, mostly students.

Laughter and the clatter of utensils mingled together, filling the air with a cozy, bustling vibe.

Luckily for Jiang Yuan, a table just opened up as a group of customers got up to leave.

He quickly walked over, sat down steadily, and picked up the menu.

"I'll have a serving of braised pork, stir-fried seasonal greens, Chinjao stir-fried meat, mapo tofu, salt-and-pepper duck, tea-tree mushroom chicken soup, and a big bowl of rice! Make the mapo tofu extra spicy and numbing, thanks!"

Jiang Yuan ordered a full table of dishes in one go.

What could he do? He had a big appetite.

Besides, now that he was a mage, his body burned through energy fast—eating more to replenish it was only reasonable.

And with his build, he could eat whatever he wanted without gaining weight. Not indulging would be a disservice to himself.

Just as Jiang Yuan was eagerly anticipating his food, the restaurant door gently swung open, and two female students walked in.

The one in front was tall and slender, a white long dress trailing to the floor, accentuating her graceful figure. Her face was stunning, with a cool, aloof air in her brows and eyes, like an otherworldly fairy, inspiring awe.

The girl behind her was slightly shorter but had a well-proportioned figure, dressed in tight casual wear that perfectly outlined her curves, radiating youthful vitality.

They glanced around the room. The taller girl furrowed her delicate brows slightly and said calmly, "Looks like this place has no seats either. I'll take you somewhere else to eat—the shops near school are probably all full."

"But Sister Mu, I'm starving!"

The smaller girl, Ai Tutu, clutched her stomach pitifully, her face full of grievance: "Let's just find a place nearby and grab a quick bite. The food here is cheap and tasty—no need to go far and spend extra."

Just then, a busy clerk finally found a moment.

She trotted over to them and pointed enthusiastically at Jiang Yuan's table: "You two, there's a seat over there. How about I ask if he'd mind sharing a table? If not, you can wait a bit—another table should open up soon."

Mu Nujiao didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned her gaze to Ai Tutu beside her, a questioning look in her eyes.

Ai Tutu's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly like a pecking chicken: "Please go ask! We're about to faint from hunger."

"Sure thing!"

The clerk smiled, turned, and walked over to Jiang Yuan, her face beaming: "Handsome, these two students would like to share your table. Would that be okay?"

As she spoke, she stepped aside to let Jiang Yuan see the two girls nearby.

Jiang Yuan glanced up briefly and shook his head without hesitation: "Sorry, I don't share tables."

Wasn't this plot way too cliché?

Meeting beauties at a restaurant who need a seat, asking to share a table.

Next up would definitely be some awkward flirting and a developing love line.

Even Mo Fan, a guy whose brain was full of nothing but gutter thoughts, wouldn't write something so trite.

Besides, he'd ordered so many dishes, and the table was only so big—there was no way to share it anyway.

"Ah... well, okay." A flicker of embarrassment crossed the staff member's face. She'd assumed Jiang Yuan would gladly agree—after all, the two girls were stunning.

She couldn't help but wonder to herself: "Could this handsome guy not even like girls?"

With that thought, a hint of oddity crept into her gaze. She turned and went back to Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu, relaying the situation exactly as it happened.

"Huh? We're both this pretty, and he still won't share a table? Is he kidding me?!" Ai Tutu's eyes went wide, disbelief written all over her face.

"Forget it, let's go somewhere else." Mu Nujiao glanced at Jiang Yuan and said softly.

Hearing that, Ai Tutu's expression shifted instantly. She clutched her stomach with both hands, her voice weak and drained: "Sister Mu, I... I really can't walk anymore. I feel like I'm about to starve to death any second now..."

"...Ai Tutu, don't be so dramatic." Mu Nujiao shook her head helplessly.

"Seriously, Sister Mu, I don't have an ounce of strength left. I can't move." Ai Tutu looked up at Mu Nujiao with pitiful eyes, pleading desperately.

Just then, the staff member hurried over again: "You two, a table just cleared up. Would you like to order?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Ai Tutu's eyes lit up, and she perked right up, grabbing Mu Nujiao's arm and dragging her toward the empty table.

The force was so strong it made Mu Nujiao stumble—nothing like the frail, weak act she'd put on just moments ago.

Once seated, they quickly placed their orders.

While waiting for the food, Ai Tutu eyed the lavish spread on Jiang Yuan's table and couldn't help pouting, muttering under her breath: "Sister Mu, you're so gorgeous, and that guy still wouldn't share a table with us. I don't know what's going on in his head. And ordering all that food—what a total glutton!"

"Alright, don't talk about him like that. He has the right to refuse; we can't force anyone. And badmouthing people behind their backs isn't nice, got it?" Mu Nujiao patted Ai Tutu's shoulder gently, her tone warm.

"Got it, Sister Mu." Ai Tutu pouted in response.

On the other side, Jiang Yuan had finished his meal.

"Waiter, check, please." Jiang Yuan called out as he wiped his mouth.

He glanced casually at Mu Nujiao's table, paused, and said to the approaching staff member: "Those two girls have already ordered, right? I'll cover their meal too."

Hearing this, the staff member's eyes flickered with disappointment.

So the handsome guy does like pretty girls after all.

Dammit!

Why couldn't he like guys instead?!

She snapped back to reality, tallied the bill, and told Jiang Yuan the amount.

He pulled out his card, paid quickly, and walked out of the restaurant without looking back.

Truth was, he'd overheard everything Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu had said, and he knew exactly who they were.

Even though he'd turned down sharing a table, he figured leaving a good impression wouldn't hurt—there'd definitely be plenty of interactions with them later.

Besides, the meal cost next to nothing.

A while later, Ai Tutu and Mu Nujiao finished eating too. They called the waiter to settle the bill.

"What? Someone already paid for us? Who was it?" Ai Tutu's jaw dropped in surprise.

"It was the young man you wanted to share a table with earlier," the staff member explained with a smile.

"Huh?" Ai Tutu instinctively looked at Mu Nujiao, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Sister Mu, is he one of your admirers?"

"Mm... I'm not sure." Mu Nujiao furrowed her brow slightly. She did have quite a few admirers, many of whom she'd never met, so it was possible he was one of them.