The female broadcasters all started commenting under the breaths after hearing what Feng Nai said.
“Almighty K isn’t choosing Mengruo.”
“He can’t choose Mengruo. It’s not like you guys don’t know that Almighty K is a clean freak.”
“If it’s about that, why is he okay with Mo Nan?”
“There are probably other misgivings.”
“What kind of misgivings?”
“If he really accidentally kisses Mengruo, what will he do then? Almighty probably has no intention of messing around with anyone, so he simply decided to choose his teammate.”
Yang Mengruo’s fingers started to clench bit by bit as she listened to the voices around her. She’d even purposely touched her die, just to create some chances between herself and Almighty K.
However, Mo Nan had sprung forward, giving Almighty K another choice. All her earlier scheming had been in vain.
Even though Yang Mengruo was extremely unhappy, she did not really show it. Instead, she smiled shyly and said, “Almighty K is really gentlemanly, just like the rumors say. He’s afraid of embarrassing girls like us.”
These words created an excuse for the fact that Feng Nai had not picked her while also upholding Feng Nai’s image for him.
Panda, who knew his own Chief’s personality, could only smile in his seat.
Chief was probably really unwilling to become involved with anyone.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been wearing such an expression.
Fortunately, there was also Mo Nan. If he’d really made Chief share a biscuit with any of the girls, as the organizer of this gathering, he wouldn’t have lived past tomorrow.
However, Mo Bei did not want to eat a biscuit or anything like that.
Feng Nai propped himself with a hand on the table and leaned over. His breath brushed past her ear. “Looking at you, I’d say you seem like you’re planning on escaping.”
Mo Bei glanced over, ready to speak, when Feng Nai went on in a much quieter tone. “I don’t want to come into contact with anyone.”
Mo Bei’s gaze was indifferent. “Is Captain asking me for help?”
“Help? Why don’t you reject me and go dance instead? Little Brother, you still do not seem to understand what this lame game entails,” Feng Nai said nonchalantly.
He was using a voice only the two of them could hear to make Mo Bei understand that he had intentionally addressed her as Little Brother. She indeed couldn’t reject him.
Mo Bei lifted a brow. “Don’t touch me.”
Feng Nai smiled, his lips looking like a blooming rosebud. “I should be the one saying that.”
Mo Bei knew that Almighty K was dragging her down with him so that he could retreat unscathed. Of course, she wouldn’t touch him.
Just because of that slight graze in the back field, he had rubbed his lips red. His particularity about cleanliness had to reach a certain extent.
This time, they definitely wouldn’t touch.
“Come on,” Feng Nai said before he dropped his eyes to bite the biscuit. His teeth held one end of the Ladyfinger between them as he watched her with a hand in his pocket.
Mo Bei also stood up. Her handsome profile was still very aloof and refined.
For some reason, when everyone saw this scene, they actually felt as if something ambiguous could surge out between the two of them.
However, on second thought, they realized that they’d probably read too many comics. This illusion was probably created due to their height difference.
Moreover, both their faces were way too handsome.
Panda felt that this image was extremely rare.
His hands itched to take a photo.
However, he could only watch silently so that Chief wouldn’t clobber him to death.
Where had this odd nervousness come from?
While facing the face before her, Mo Bei wasn’t totally emotionless. After all, she was human too.
Furthermore, Feng Nai’s current posture was otherworldly. When he looked down with the biscuit in his mouth, his gaze was pitch-dark, languid yet handsome, as well as extremely attractive…