"Self-defense?" Zhang Mingyu laughed. "You don't usually leave the school. You usually only encounter fights between mutated beasts. Fighting is forbidden in the school, and no student with a brain would do anything reckless. Who are you going to defend against?"
Cheng Anlang: I'm wary of people like you who grab someone's shoulder as soon as they come in and then lean in so close to talk to them that your face is practically touching mine.
When Zhang Mingyu grabbed his shoulder, his first instinct was to draw his knife. If he hadn't realized that this wasn't a garbage planet, he would have stabbed him already.
But to be honest, he didn't really know what he needed to guard against; it was just a habit.
He has a habit of always carrying a knife when he goes out.
Cheng Anlang was silent for a few seconds, then said softly, "Just... just in case."
Zhang Mingyu smiled and said, "If you're not careful, you're going to cause a huge mess."
Cheng Anlang understood the implications, but he felt unsafe without his laser knife, constantly feeling that someone might suddenly jump out from a corner and attack him.
Although this is no longer on a garbage planet, some of the habits he developed there still linger for a while...
Zhang Mingyu continued, "Today's situation was just an exception. You won't need to deal with it in the future; you still have Cheng Dahua. If your classmates knew you carried a laser knife, how could they be your friends?"
"I……"
Cheng Anlang wanted to say he didn't need friends, but did he really not want friends?
He wanted to start a fight where even if Yongguan lost, he would seriously discuss the shortcomings and flaws he had during the battle with him.
He remembered that his classmates did not distance themselves from him or look down on him because he came from a garbage planet. Even if they did, they never embarrassed him to his face.
Some classmates patiently explained to him the various tips and tricks of the mech ranking competition, shared snacks he had never eaten before, and occasionally asked him to pull Cheng Dahua out to feed it. They also told him which dishes in the cafeteria were cheap and delicious, and which window's robot had a bug that allowed it to always score more dishes than the robots at other windows.
"I..." Cheng Anlang lowered his head, his hands constantly picking at the edge of the table, "I'll try my best not to bring it in the future..."
"It's alright," Zhang Mingyu said softly. "These things can be taken slowly."
Zhang Mingyu simply couldn't imagine what kind of life Cheng Anlang had on that garbage planet, that he would be so wary of people, and even carry a laser knife with him every time he went out.
Cheng Anlang didn't know what was wrong with him; this was the first time he had ever talked so much with someone.
This person, despite his high status, stood in front of Chong Zungui without hesitation when he appeared, showing no disdain for him, and patiently encouraged and comforted him.
It made him feel a gentleness and peace he had never experienced before.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside Cheng Anlang.
Chapter 9, Section 9: Shrimp and Crab
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
Cheng Anlang loosened his grip and looked towards the door.
The waiter opened the door, pushed the trolley to the table, and placed the ordered food on it one by one.
Cheng Anlang looked at the dishes on the table, no longer having time to think about his chaotic feelings, his mind was just blank: What the hell is all this!
Why is this sauce all green?!
This shell is almost bigger than the plate!
What is this soft-looking thing?
This thing looks so deformed!
Cheng Anlang couldn't possibly see them all; he only recognized shrimp and crab, and had never seen the others before.
Cheng Dahua, just like him, grinned in disbelief.
Cheng Anlang secretly glanced at Zhang Mingyu, then imitated Zhang Mingyu by putting on gloves and taking a shrimp.
He had seen how to cook shrimp on the AI before, and it wasn't too difficult to actually do it, but he felt a little bad about having to throw away such a big shrimp head.
Cheng Anlang threw the peeled shrimp into Cheng Dahua's mouth.
Cheng Dahua smacked her lips twice and swallowed, then opened her mouth to wait for the next feeding.
Zhang Mingyu asked in surprise, "Does Da Hua need to peel shrimp before eating them?"
Cheng Anlang was taken aback. It seemed he didn't need to go...
He used to remove the bones from the meat with bones that he fed it from the cafeteria. He subconsciously thought that if he couldn't eat it, Da Hua couldn't eat it either. But now that he thinks about it, with Da Hua's seemingly endless mouth, it doesn't seem like he needed to remove the bones...
Cheng Anlang tried to hold a whole shrimp to Cheng Dahua's mouth: "Dahua, why don't you just eat it?"
Cheng Dahua didn't mind at all; she simply rolled her tongue and swallowed it.
Zhang Mingyu smiled and said, "Dahua, just pick whatever you want from the plate. Order more if you're still hungry."
"Awooooo!" Cheng Dahua immediately got excited.
It originally wanted to be a little reserved and leave a good impression on this rich man so that it could have another chance to eat with him in the future.
But since that rich man said so, it didn't hold back.
Cheng Dahua bent the stem and directly picked up the largest scallop, which was as big as a plate, that was closest to her.
With a flick of his head, he tossed the scallops into the air, like throwing a handkerchief in a traditional folk dance.
"Cheng Dahua, what are you doing!"
The giant scallop swirled in the air and then fell back down.