Chapter 302: Chapter 274: The Skills of a Scoundrel Man_2
Shen Yuan gave a noncommittal “Oh,” “I didn’t add her on WeChat. We haven’t been in touch since.”
Zhou Peiwei was somewhat puzzled, thinking this didn’t match Shen Yuan’s character. From what Bingying said, and from her own interactions, Shen Yuan should be the kind of guy who never rejects anyone.
Moreover, she thought her cousin had some feminine charm.
Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow: “What’s up, you trying to set me up with her?”
“No, I was just curious.”
Having seen the gems among the NPCs, Shen Yuan had grown quite picky; in his own rating system, Shu Baoping barely scored a 6, her only advantage being a rich girl, no shortage of money.
But Shen Yuan wasn’t short on money either, so he wouldn’t consider it at all.
“Speaking of WeChat, I actually have just over 200 contacts in my list, having too many is meaningless.”
At this point, Luo Bingying looked up at Shen Yuan; she didn’t have him on WeChat because back in junior high they didn’t use it and communicated through QQ, so even now they still used QQ to stay in touch. Follow current novels on NovelHub(.)net
Zhou Peiwei expressed her skepticism: “Although I only have a little over 200 people on my WeChat too, I don’t believe it. You don’t look like someone who’d only have that many.”
In her mind, a player like Shen Yuan, the type that casts a wide net, would have at least 1000 contacts as short count.
“Why would I lie to you, look.”
Shen Yuan picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and scrolled down his address book in front of her, indeed showing just over 200 contacts.
Zhou Peiwei’s eyes gleamed as she also picked up her phone and, imitating Shen Yuan, opened her WeChat contact list: “Here, look, I’ve only got a bit over 200 people too.”
Shen Yuan nodded in agreement: “True. But you know, as medical students, I think you should have more of those who are frequently ill, those with all sorts of tricky diseases in your list. It would be convenient for your medical research.”
Ha, there it is, the fangs finally show… Zhou Peiwei haughtily responded: “You’re talking about yourself.”
“Do I look like the type to be frequently ill? I have a good buddy who’s been like that since childhood.”
Shen Yuan quietly substituted Old Huang into that spot. It wasn’t wrong to call him weak because compared to Shen Yuan and Old Cao he was indeed thin, and sickly wasn’t wrong either since he was prone to colds.
“I almost believed you.”
Zhou Peiwei had seen through it long ago: all men are dogs, just trying to get one’s WeChat.
It so happened that they were discussing WeChat and the conversation had steered into this direction, and besides, adding someone on WeChat wasn’t a big deal, especially when Shen Yuan’s approach seemed rather amusing.
Zhou Peiwei, often approached by strange guys at school with lines like, “Junior sister, can I add you on WeChat?” or “Senior sister, could I add you on WeChat so we could get to know each other?”
Who even are you, just wanting to add me on WeChat to get to know me?
Having turned down countless such guys, Zhou Peiwei found Shen Yuan’s approach refreshingly different and not at all off-putting.
The truth was, Shen Yuan hadn’t intended to ask for her WeChat in the first place; the topic just happened to come up, and he casually mentioned it.
He didn’t directly ask to add her on WeChat, which would have seemed too desperate, he only subtly hinted at having a “sickly good brother.”
It was Zhou Peiwei who took the initiative to add WeChat.
Even if she hadn’t suggested it, Shen Yuan wouldn’t have felt awkward; it was a position from which he could either advance or retreat.
Luo Bingying watched blankly, they’ve added each other on WeChat already? I haven’t even added Shen Yuan yet?
Weiwei, are you confused… Didn’t you say yourself that guys like Shen Yuan are toxic? Why then are you rushing to add him on WeChat?
Luo Bingying suddenly felt a bit worried, just as Zhou Peiwei had been concerned for her before dinner.
At the same time, there was a hint of sourness. Why was Shen Yuan’s attitude toward Peiwei different from his attitude toward her?
Thinking this, Luo Bingying opened her phone’s WeChat and returned the advice Zhou Peiwei had sent her before the meal: “Weiwei, I admit Shen Yuan is handsome, and his raffish charm is alluring, but such men are poison, you really shouldn’t fall under his spell.”
Zhou Peiwei picked up her phone and was startled, then replied: “?? Didn’t I just send that to you?”
Luo Bingying: “You’d better take care of yourself.”
Zhou Peiwei: “Don’t worry, it’s just WeChat, how could I possibly fall for a guy so easily.”
Luo Bingying thought this line sounded painfully familiar.
Shen Yuan casually ate his food while keenly observing their micro-expressions; these two close friends sure had a lot of whispered conversations, always about WeChat in front of him.
After the meal, Shen Yuan felt about seventy to eighty percent full, while Luo Bingying, mindful of her figure, had eaten only about fifty percent.
But Zhou Peiwei hadn’t held back and had eaten about as much as Shen Yuan, maybe even feeling a bit overstuffed.
Since she was wearing a tight, tummy-tucking denim skirt, she took a deep breath, holding in her stomach, worried that relaxing a bit might cause an embarrassing bulge, possibly even popping the buttons on her denim skirt.
Taking in such a breath, her already decent assets expanded further, straining her black sleeveless vest somewhat and providing quite an eye-catching visual effect.
Even Shen Yuan, the veteran… of countless similar encounters, could only silently appreciate: 6!
Zhou Peiwei glared back at him, but Shen Yuan was unfazed. Better to look openly rather than sneak peeks, which seemed less sleazy.
Zhou Peiwei couldn’t stop it and wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, Luo Bingying picked up her phone and sent a sour WeChat message: “Peiwei, I remember you have two buttons on that skirt. You could go to the restroom and switch to the other one, so it’s not so tight.”