"Haah." (sigh)
"Aaaah!" (frustrated)
"Haah." (sigh)
"Aaaaaah!" (frustrated)
It was Monday again, another afternoon with no classes, another round of missions passed over, and Meng Lang was away again—off bullying newbies to his heart's content.
In the kitchen, Gou Yu watched Fang Ran repeat his cycle of sighing and pulling his hair out by the little table, and could not help letting out a helpless sigh to himself.
What was wrong with him this time?
Thinking back, he had been like this after the weekend before last as well. Though he had looked like a useless bum wrapped in a blanket and basking in the warmth, his gaze had drifted off from time to time as he thought about something.
This time seemed even worse.
"Haah." (sigh)
"Aaaaaaaah!" (extremely frustrated)
His troubles were practically spilling onto the surface.
But unlike last time, when Fang Ran had been able to sort things out on his own and had merely needed a change of mood for a while—
And considering the dishes he made could genuinely cause someone's clothes to burst, Gou Yu really did not dare let him back into the kitchen.
With a helpless sigh, Gou Yu set down the whisk, walked out of the kitchen, and looked at him.
"Captain, did something trouble you?"
"Xiao Huo."
Then Fang Ran looked conflicted, hesitated for a moment, and asked with a sigh,
"Am I a scumbag?"
Gou Yu: "..."
Could I go back to the kitchen now?
Rubbing his forehead, Gou Yu wondered where this inexplicable question had come from when Fang Ran had nothing better to do.
With a helpless sigh, Gou Yu decided to leave this topic to someone who could "get along" with him better.
"For questions like that, Captain, I think you should ask Brother Meng or