"What comes next doesn't matter." There was a hint of a threat in Xia Lian's voice.
Wei Liang hastily nodded, his covered mouth producing nothing but muffled noises.
Li Huiyuan seemed intrigued.
Lin Yi also glanced at Wei Liang, who waggled his eyebrows, looking rather pleased with himself.
Xia Lian put him in a chokehold, and Wei Liang immediately fell silent.
"I don't believe him," Xia Lian said. "How could the Green Apron Chef be that easy to deal with?"
"All right, all right, I get the picture..." How could Lin Yi not know what Wei Liang was like? But if he tried talking to Xia Lian about unorthodox tricks, she would definitely think something was wrong with their brains.
Thinking about it, that made sense. Lin Yi seemed to be the only one who firmly believed in unorthodox tricks.
"Carry on with your love-hate relationship. I still have a book to read and things to learn..." Lin Yi no longer wanted to bother with them. As far as he was concerned, knowing Wei Liang was fine was enough.
As for Xia Lian, she had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Although she showed disgust and impatience toward Wei Liang, he had never "sensed" any real malice from her.
By contrast, the faint traces of malice coming from certain people in the surrounding stands were as distinct to him as the stench of feet in a flower bed.
"Learning positions?" Wei Liang immediately perked up. "What positions? Let me learn too!"
"Know! Ledge! Not positions!" Utterly speechless, Lin Yi hurried to correct him.
"Same difference..." Wei Liang waved a hand and was about to say more when Xia Lian kicked him again, frowning. "Come sit down. Stop messing around!"
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my buddy!"
"Tch. Are you sitting