It kept muttering things like "It hurts so much" and "I want your hands," buzzing incessantly in Lin Yi's ears like a fly until his inner ears tingled and his anger gradually rose.
Soon, irritation surged through him like a tide, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on the edge of his tray.
"Lao Lin." Tian Bufan called to him. "We're just waiting for you."
Lin Yi paused slightly, suddenly realizing that Tian Bufan and the others had not put down their trays. They were all waiting for him.
Once he realized this, reason instantly washed away the anger that had just risen inside him.
"Coming," he answered, hurrying over to the others.
Only then did he notice that Wei Shan's body had been tense the whole time. Although Wei Shan was not looking at the Green Apron Chef, his head was tilted slightly in its direction.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and heavy breaths faintly escaped between his teeth, as though he were a wild beast on guard against some unknown approaching danger.
"Put yours down first," Wei Shan said in a low voice. "I'll go last."
But Lin Yi said seriously, "We put them down together, then run together."
Wei Shan repeated, "You all put yours down together. Lao Lin, listen to me this time."
A roar seemed to rumble through his low voice, giving him the oppressive air of a sports car revving its engine in place.
"Same as always. Wei Shan brings up the rear." Tian Bufan patted Lin Yi's shoulder and glanced at Kuai Hongji beside him. "Get ready."
Lin Yi wanted to say something else, yet he felt no resistance to the arrangement at all, as though this had always been how things were...
Huh? That's really strange.
Muttering inwardly, he lowered