An eerie silence fell over the table.
Zhuang Fan stiffly turned his head and met Wu Buyu's eyes. A genuinely socially anxious man and a fake one had completed the meeting of the century.
Wu Buyu smiled faintly. "Don't worry. From now on, I'll say whatever you can't."
Zhuang Fan: "..."
There were some things he didn't actually want said out loud.
Zhuang Fan's ears burned red, and he wanted to sink through the floor.
Wu Buyu's smile grew brighter. He patted Zhuang Fan's shoulder. "Don't be shy, and don't curse me in your head. And stop freaking out about what everyone thinks of you. Don't worry, you've got me. I'll tell you exactly what they're thinking about you."
Zhuang Fan: "..."
Wu Buyu's eyes curved with his smile.
Only someone who'd been drenched in the rain knew how to tear apart someone else's umbrella.
Get publicly humiliated a few more times, and you'd get used to it.
Jiang Yu's mouth twitched. "One of you says absolutely everything, and the other can't get anything out. You two really are a perfect match."
Ji Yani said, "Thank goodness Wu Buyu didn't get the word spirit superpower. With how much he talks, who knows what would happen every day?"
Did superpowers actually choose their owners?
Giving the word spirit superpower to a chatterbox was bound to cause trouble. A stutterer, on the other hand... was safe?
Sheng An swallowed her mouthful of porridge and looked at Zhuang Fan.
"You should still try speaking more. Although the doctors said your condition would be difficult to treat, practicing speaking and using your superpower can only help."
Zhuang Fan nodded. "Mm."
Wu Buyu translated. "He says he's embarrassed. Every time he stutters, he loses the desire to speak. It's not an inferiority complex; he just