Then, the sofa beside her sank.
Lin Zhexia didn’t want to squeeze next to him, even though the space was quite spacious: “Can’t you sit somewhere else?”
Chi Yao coolly asked: “Is this your house?”
“…”
Finally, he held up the soda in his hand and asked, “Want one?”
“Yes.”
Lin Zhexia was about to instinctively say “thank you,” but before the word “thank” could leave her mouth, the hand holding the soda suddenly changed direction and withdrew. Then that clear but constantly weary voice sounded again: “…Where should I sit?”
Lin Zhexia bit her lip, thinking this person was still as petty as ever.
She surrendered directly and cooperated: “Sit wherever you want. Where you’re sitting now is, well, quite appropriate.”
Having received her answer, Chi Yao released his hand and gave her the soda.
Lin Zhexia didn’t plan to drink it right away.
She still had one last step to complete for the problem she was working on. Having already noted down the conditions, she continued calculating in her notebook in the dark.
After the movie started, the first scene showed the protagonist trapped in a cave, making the lighting much darker.
The sound effects were startling. It sounded very intense.
Not wanting to miss the opening plot, she hastily finished calculating and marked option “C.”
She didn’t have any preferences for what movie to watch, having very diverse tastes. She enjoyed the action film too, becoming a human commentary beside Chi Yao, randomly guessing the plot: “This person just raised a death flag; he’ll definitely die in ten minutes.”
“He did die. I, Lin, am a prophet.”
“I see this fellow’s face showing signs of impending doom; he’s probably not far from death either.”
Another ten minutes passed.
Lin Zhexia continued babbling:
“…I’ve been waiting for so long, why is he still alive?”
Chi Yao rarely spoke while watching movies, giving off a cold and focused impression.
He wasn’t generally talkative anyway, and even when he mocked her, he always did so in a condescending manner.
At this moment, he was half-hidden in the darkness, with only a vague outline of his form visible. He was still wearing the same black T-shirt from last night, but his legs were so long they seemed to have nowhere to go, slightly bent. He wore black ripped jeans, and with his legs bent, his arms naturally rested on top.
But Lin Zhexia didn’t need him to respond; after all, whether someone replied to her commentary didn’t matter.
She could output one-sidedly.
So she assumed Chi Yao was focused on the movie and didn’t want to divert his attention to her.
Halfway through, she finally felt thirsty.
Fortunately, the soda had been sitting for a while and wasn’t as cold anymore.
The moment she picked up the soda, somehow, she suddenly remembered the scene of Chi Yao opening the can one-handed last night.
Opening a can with one hand.
It seemed.
Quite cool.
…
Maybe she could do it too?
Lin Zhexia imitated Chi Yao’s actions from last night, trying to open the can with one hand, but her strength was limited, and she wasn’t clear on the exact technique, completely missing the knack.
…
She… apparently… couldn’t do it.
Belatedly, she felt this behavior was somewhat embarrassing.
Fortunately, everyone was watching the movie, and no one noticed her movements.
However, just as she was about to give up and quietly pretend nothing had happened, a hand suddenly reached across from the side. That hand pressed on hers just as she was about to let go, three fingers gripping the can, then the index finger pressed on hers, guiding her index finger into the correct position.
That finger, with knuckles much more prominent than hers, applied downward pressure, lending her some strength.
“Pop.”
The pull tab caught on her index finger joint.
She successfully pulled open the soda can.
The soda emitted a faint “fizz” of bubbles.
A very light lemon scent wafted out.
“With your intelligence,” Chi Yao said as he withdrew his hand, “three textbooks might not be enough.”