Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

The man glanced at Zhang Rongshan.

Zhang Rongshan nodded to him.

"Go quickly, the child is waiting at the hospital, don't let him suffer for nothing."

The man put his phone into the inside pocket of his jacket and bowed deeply to Zhang Rongshan.

After straightening up, he didn't say anything more, turned around, pushed open the shop door, and strode out.

The dark jacket disappeared in a flash around the street corner.

The female reporter stuffed her interview notes into her bag and waved to the photographer and lighting technician: "Keep up, keep up, there's a lot to dig out on this story!"

A group of people filed out carrying their equipment, the shop door was pushed open and closed again, and the wind chimes jingled for a long time before stopping.

Zong Wen craned his neck to look towards the door, and had already taken half a step towards it.

Zhang Yifan grabbed his backpack strap.

"No exam this afternoon? Let's go join in the fun."

Zong Wen awkwardly pulled his foot back and scratched the back of his head.

"I'm just a little curious and want to see what that Wu Lao Er looks like. How dare he feed sour buns to the test takers on the day of the college entrance examination? Isn't that incredibly immoral?"

He suddenly noticed that the girl was still standing in the store, drinking water from her cup. He immediately changed his tone, switching his expression from "wanting to watch the excitement" to "righteous indignation" with a speed comparable to the face-changing act in Sichuan opera.

"Besides, I'm just standing up for justice! That heartless boss did something so despicable; he deserves to be punished! I'm doing this out of a sense of righteousness!"

Zhang Yifan looked at Zong Wen as if he were an idiot.

Is this really something an idiot would say??

When did Zongwen become so arrogant?

He'd known Zong Wen for almost three years. When had this guy ever shown any sense of justice?

The last time he found a steel wool ball in his food in the cafeteria, he was the first to jump up and cause trouble because he had paid for that dish.

The last time I helped Guo Hao confront Huang Mao was because Guo Hao was a brother he knew.

His sense of justice has always been based on judging people before taking sides, and he has never expressed such strong moral indignation towards a complete stranger, the owner of a steamed bun shop, as he did today.

Then Zhang Yifan saw Zong Wen flick his hair.

Zong Wen's move was all too familiar to him.

The last time Shen Zhiyi came to find him in the corridor, Zong Wen made a fuss about it, and he did the same thing.

Last time, when a girl walked by near the basketball court, Zongwen draped his school uniform jacket over his shoulder, doing the same thing.

It's not your average hair flip; it's a meticulously designed hair flip that you think looks cool, but the actual effect is only good enough to impress yourself.

Zong Wen tossed his hair, straightened his collar, and put on an expression he had practiced in front of the mirror for at least two and a half years before walking towards the girl.

His steps were neither hurried nor slow, his hands swayed slightly, his back was straight, and he exuded confidence with a hint of deliberate effort.

He stopped in front of the girl.

The girl put down her water glass and looked up at him.

"Actually, I noticed it when I was at the door."

Zong Wen's voice was half a octave lower than usual, and his speech was half a beat slower than usual, as if he were reciting a pre-recorded line.

"The way you fight for justice is very similar to the principles I've always upheld. I think we're the same kind of people."

My name is Zong Wen, may I get to know you?

He stretched out a hand.

Zhang Yifan watched from the side, with only one thought in his mind.

He understood instantly.

What sense of justice? What about standing up for the underdog? What about punishing unscrupulous bosses?

That's all just an excuse!!!

This idiot has his eye on that girl!!!

And you say "we're the same kind of people"? You two only met for the first time today, and you're already saying that someone is the same as you.

Do you even know which class they're in?

Do you even know what that person's name is??

You're even extending your hand? Do you think you're some kind of domineering CEO?

With this level of skill, how dare they claim to be dating experts every day?

He cursed Zong Wen a thousand times in his heart, and after cursing him, he came to the conclusion: No wonder the girl thinks you're crazy.

The girl was stunned for a moment when she saw Zong Wen's outstretched hand.

Then she laughed.

It was a hearty, unpretentious laugh that revealed a row of neat, white teeth.

She reached out and grasped Zongwen's hand, shaking it vigorously twice.

"My name is Tang Xiaonuan. I just can't stand people making false accusations against others out of thin air."

"Speaking out against injustice is a fine virtue for people like us."

She shook Zongwen's hand twice more, with considerable force, so much so that Zongwen's shoulders trembled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Zongwen."

Zhang Yifan's mind went blank for a fraction of a second.

This is actually allowed?!

What the hell is this turn of events?!

He glanced at Zong Wen's smug grin, then at Tang Xiaonuan's sincere and guileless face, and several words flashed through his mind...

A turtle sees a mung bean, a dung beetle sees a dung ball, a hyena stares at a butt...

It must be because they have the same symptoms that they have so much to talk about.

That must be it... It's definitely not true that Zongwen is some kind of dating expert!

While he was still bewildered, Zong Wen had already started chatting with Tang Xiaonuan.

When he introduced Zhang Yifan to Tang Xiaonuan, his tone was very natural, as if he had known an old friend for many years:

"Look at my brain, I was so happy to see you that I forgot to introduce myself."

This is my good friend Zhang Yifan. This shop is owned by his parents.

Order anything you'd like to eat; lunch is on me today, as a way of celebrating meeting you.

Tang Xiaonuan immediately retorted, "How can that be? How can I let you treat me on our first meeting?"

We're getting along so well, this meal has to be on my end.

Zong Wen disagreed: "Aren't you slapping me in the face? It's my good brother's restaurant, how can I let a girl pay?"

Tang Xiaonuan said, "Don't argue with me. I hate arguments the most. If you keep arguing, I'll get angry with you."

Zongwen said, "Even if it's urgent, I still have to ask."

The two stood by the dining table, arguing back and forth about who should pay, their faces flushed with anger. Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan, who were standing nearby, were dumbfounded.

Zhang Yifan spoke up quietly, saying, "You don't need to do this. Thank you so much for speaking up for my parents at noon today. This meal is on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Wen and Tang Xiaonuan turned around at the same time and shouted in unison, "Okay!"

After shouting, the two of them froze at the same time, then turned to look at each other, their eyes saying, "Why are you so quick to agree?"

Tang Xiaonuan burst out laughing, and Zong Wen followed suit. Their laughter overlapped, creating an extremely jarring sound that made Zhang Yifan want to cover it up with his hand.

Zhang Yifan looked at the perfectly synchronized expressions on the faces of the two idiots in front of him and fell silent.

He suspected that he had been tricked by the two men, but he had no proof.

Just then, Liu Guilan came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of freshly cooked sweet and sour pork ribs. Her apron was still stained with oil. She put the ribs on the table and said with a smile:

"Stop arguing! None of you have to pay today, it's Auntie's treat! You're all good kids who helped my family, so come to the restaurant anytime and eat as much as you want."