bullyxtreme Chapter 414 Am I really that good-looking?
Chapter 414 Am I really that good-looking?
"This is our latest Ultrabook series. It uses the latest processor, has a solid-state drive, boots up quickly, and is also well-weighted..." the sales assistant enthusiastically introduced.
"Let's go with this one," Ye Fan said decisively.
The sales assistant quickly processed the order and packaged the items.
In Ye Fan's view, a price tag of over ten thousand yuan was the mainstream price range for thin and light laptops at that time.
A few minutes later, the two walked out of the store carrying their newly purchased computer.
Another shopping bag has been added.
Tang Yanning touched the bag containing the new computer and smiled brightly, "Ye Zi, I'm hungry! Shall we go eat?"
"Okay, what would you like to eat?" Ye Fan asked with a smile, his gaze sweeping over the restaurant signs standing all around.
The shopping trip, laden with purchases, has come to an end; it's time to enjoy some delicious food.
"Gurgle..." Tang Yanning rubbed her flat stomach, sticking out her tongue sheepishly. "Ye Zi, shall we go eat Sichuan food? I suddenly have a craving for boiled fish and spicy blood curd!"
Her big eyes sparkled with a longing for spicy and savory flavors, along with a hint of reckless, almost reckless, desire to try it out.
Seeing her "cold-blooded yet loves to eat" expression, Ye Fan couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, Sichuan food it is then! But are you sure you can handle it?"
He vividly remembers the "miserable state" he and his fellow Hokkien friends were in high school, their eyes watering from the spiciness and chugging down drinks.
"Don't underestimate me! I can eat spicy food now!" Tang Yanning puffed out his chest, with a "I'm strong" expression, but his confidence was clearly lacking.
The two found a highly-rated restaurant on the food court floor of the mall, decorated in a style reminiscent of western Sichuan.
The air was filled with the spicy aroma of Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers, instantly whetting the appetite.
They ordered the signature boiled fish, spicy blood curd, and spicy diced chicken, plus two refreshing side dishes.
As soon as the dish is served, the bright red and tempting chili oil, the emerald green scallions, and the abundance of Sichuan peppercorns and dried chilies create a visually striking effect.
Ye Fan was alright; after his rebirth, his tastes had become more diverse, and he could appreciate the stimulation of spicy food.
He picked up a slice of tender fish and ate it with relative ease.
On the other hand, Tang Yanning perfectly embodies what it means to be "both a novice and a big eater"!
She eagerly picked up a piece of tripe coated in chili oil and stuffed it into her mouth: "...Mmm! So...delicious!...Hiss!"
The next second, her face flushed bright red, like a ripe shrimp. Beads of sweat immediately seeped from her nose and forehead.
She hurriedly grabbed the chilled lemonade, gulping down more than half the glass, her small tongue sticking out as she exhaled, "Ah! So spicy! But... so satisfying! Hiss..."
While complaining about how spicy it was, they couldn't resist reaching for the bean sprouts in the boiled fish...
Ye Fan found the self-torturing scene hilarious.
After the meal, Tang Yanning's face was flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. She had to refill her lemonade twice.
"Phew..." She leaned back in her chair, letting out a satisfied sigh, feeling completely refreshed. "It's spicy...it's killing me, but it feels so good!"
Ye Fan smiled and handed over a tissue: "Are you full? Where's our next stop?"
"Let's go play!" Tang Yanning instantly perked up, her eyes sparkling as she pointed to the arcade area of the mall. "I want to play the claw machine! And I want to dance!"
On weekends, the arcades are bustling with people, flashing lights, and a cacophony of electronic sound effects, creating a sea of joy.
Stepping into this place, Ye Fan felt as if he had returned to his high school days, only the roles were completely reversed!
In front of the basketball shooting machine, Ye Fan could still score high points thanks to his good physical qualities; but when it came to games that required a sense of music, such as rhythm light gun and Taiko no Tatsujin, he clearly couldn't keep up with Tang Yanning's smooth and effortless operation.
As for claw machines, Ye Fan had absolutely no talent for them. He spent a lot of money but achieved very little. He consciously took a backseat and became a professional support staff member, carrying bags, buying tokens, and applauding.
"Ye Zi! Watch me!" Tang Yanning excitedly pulled Ye Fan to the dance machine area.
She chose an upbeat K-pop dance track and lightly stepped onto the dance mat.
The music starts!
Tang Yanning instantly got into character!
Her slender body seemed to blend into the music, every movement perfectly timed, full of power and beauty.
Spinning, leaping, waving... the black skirt fluttered with the dance steps, and long legs encased in lace-trimmed stockings drew dazzling arcs under the bright lights.
Youthful vitality and confident radiance shone forth from her without reservation!
So dazzling!
The originally scattered crowd was quickly drawn over, and the number of onlookers grew to several layers deep.
Exclamations and whistles rose and fell.
Many of the guys who came with their girlfriends were completely captivated by the agile and dazzling figure on the dance machine, staring at her with wide eyes.
"Hey! Haven't you seen enough?!" A girl next to her finally couldn't take it anymore and pinched her boyfriend's arm hard.
"Exactly! They've all been bewitched?!" Another girl stomped her foot angrily.
The boys who were called out awkwardly looked away and sheepishly tried to appease their female companions.
Tang Yanning was dancing with great enthusiasm when she turned her head and found herself surrounded by so many people watching her. Her face turned bright red instantly!
Like a startled fawn, she jumped off the dance machine in a panic before the music even ended, grabbing Ye Fan's wrist: "Run!"
With her head down, she pulled him towards the outside of the crowd.
Ye Fan was dragged along by her, laughing and crying at the same time, while behind him he could hear a sigh of regret and the sound of heartbreak.
Tang Yanning ran all the way to a relatively quiet mall corridor before letting go of Ye Fan's hand. She clutched her knees, panting, "Huff...huff...that was terrifying! What are all these people doing? Watching me dance! Even when I danced in high school, it wasn't this exaggerated!"
She patted her chest, still shaken.
Ye Fan looked at her flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled hair, shaking his head with a mix of helplessness and amusement: "Miss Tang, are you completely unaware of your current 'lethality'?"
He pointed at her: "Back in high school, the school uniform covered everything, so you couldn't see anything. Now? Dresses, high heels, black stockings, long legs... and she dances so well, like a celebrity on stage. Who else would they surround if not you?"
Tang Yanning was taken aback by his blunt words, and her face flushed even more, but she also felt a little smug.
She cupped her burning cheeks in her hands, blinked her large, watery eyes, and looked at Ye Fan with a mixture of shyness and anticipation: "Am I really... that good-looking?"
Looking into her clear, slightly expectant eyes, Ye Fan put away his joke and nodded seriously and firmly: "Of course it's true. Otherwise, do you think those people were just doing nothing? You don't need to have any doubts about this."
They walked towards it.