The next day, at noon, when Lin Han saw Qin Ye rubbing his back as he made his way to the cafeteria, he remarked with some measure of astonishment, “Last night, after our drinks… did you commit an irretrievable mistake?”

Qin Ye gnashed his teeth. Anyone who gave him such a slap to the face would never get off scot free.

He glared at Lin Han and hooked his finger at him. Lin Han blinked stubbornly, as though saying - I can’t help a person who can’t control his belt… unless you call me daddy. Qin Ye responded with a great deal of anticipation laced with a slight measure of sympathy, “I’ll give you a chance to get on my good side.”

Qin Ye pulled the big buffoon over and whispered, “Let me ask you something…”

“I’m not lending!” Lin Han responded reflexively.

“Bloody hell…” Qin Ye nearly couldn’t resist the urge to kick the idiot, “Can you please listen properly for once?!”

“Okay.” Lin Han blinked vacantly. Qin Ye took a deep breath, “I--...”

“I don’t have it!”

Taste my sword, kid.

Only one of us is going to make it to the academy building this morning. Prepare yourself!

Under Qin Ye’s intense and frigid glare, Lin Han finally caved after several moments and coughed dryly, “Looks like you’re not borrowing money or things from me… alright. You may speak.”

Qin Ye drew a deep breath - I’m not angry… What reason is there to be upset at a fool… I need his help anyway…

He picked up a piece of ribs from his plate, deliberated for a few moments, and then glanced about as he added...