They've brought this upon themselves!
It was just a pat on the head!
Why do I still need to ask the reason!
...
Cheng Anlang unconsciously touched his head gently.
Why did he touch my head?
Zhang Mingyu turned his head and suddenly spoke: "Excuse me, I..."
"Huh?" Cheng Anlang was still lost in his own thoughts. "What..."
“I…” Zhang Mingyu paused, but still said, “I’m sorry, I’ve gotten used to touching the lizard’s head, and I couldn’t control myself…”
Cheng Anlang: "...No...it's nothing."
So they mistook me for a lizard...
Cheng Anlang snapped out of his daze: "Cough... It's nothing, it's nothing. I'm just not used to having my head touched by someone before. It's alright, sit down and eat..."
What's wrong with me? I just got my head patted and I'm already overthinking things...
Cheng Anlang absentmindedly wiped his hands, then pulled out a napkin to wipe the oil off Cheng Dahua's lips.
Zhang Mingyu sat back down, letting out a deep sigh: Why couldn't I control myself...?
Zhang Mingyu couldn't help but look at his palms: His hair was so soft!
It felt completely different from the cold, hard texture you usually feel when touching a lizard...
Cheng Anlang slowly glanced at Zhang Mingyu out of the corner of his eye and was immediately startled: Why was he looking at his hands!
Did I get some dandruff on his hands?
But I washed my hair this morning...
It was washed very clean...
Hold……
Cheng Anlang almost touched his hair to check, but as he moved, his hand tapped the table with a soft thud. Cheng Anlang quickly pulled his hand back, inwardly cursing: Why am I acting like I'm possessed...
He quickly tried to make conversation: "You... um... why were you practicing mechs in the beginner combat zone in the middle of the night, and using that... lowest-end model..."
Zhang Mingyu was startled back to his senses by the soft sound. He clenched his fist, looked up at Cheng Anlang, and stammered, "Ahem... Well, my mecha needs to be sent back to the factory to replace some equipment recently. The advanced combat zone is not open at night, so I go to the basic combat zone to practice other things when I have nothing to do."
Cheng Anlang nodded haphazardly: "Hmm... I see... Oh..."
After Cheng Anlang responded, he fell silent again. The two were speechless for a moment, with only the sound of Cheng Dahua licking the soup.
What else to say...
Anything else to say...
Cheng Anlang thought.
Actually, all I could discuss with him were deals that were insignificant to him...
There's really nothing else to talk about...
Cheng Anlang lowered his head, and the little flame of excitement that had been burning inside him was suddenly extinguished by a pot of water.
Zhang Mingyu looked at Cheng Anlang, who suddenly seemed to collapse: Why did he suddenly become so listless?
Zhang Mingyu was puzzled, but after a moment of thought, he said, "If you have any questions about mecha, I can teach you."
It was as if a thunderclap had exploded overhead, reigniting the small flame in Cheng Anlang's heart that was almost extinguished. He looked up and his eyes widened: "What!"
What did he just hear?!
Zhang Mingyu said he'd teach him how to operate mechs?!
Does Zhang Mingyu know what he's saying?
Even if you have nothing to say, you shouldn't just say things randomly!
Zhang Mingyu, a general of the Imperial Star, pilots an SSS-class mecha.
He, a rookie from a garbage planet, pilots the lowest-end model of mech.
If he hadn't forgotten his things and returned to the combat room tonight, they might never have crossed paths in their entire lives.
There could only be sellers and buyers, or perhaps it was him, as Shen Rui's inconspicuous subordinate, standing in the crowd behind Shen Rui, glancing at Zhang Mingyu from afar.
From that point on, there was no further contact...
But now, not only is he eating at the same table as Zhang Mingyu, but Zhang Mingyu is even saying he'll teach him how to operate mechs?!
This was something he never dared to even imagine before.
etc……
Cheng Anlang calmed down.
People like Zhang Mingyu are probably quite good at saying polite things.