Song Qian lifted his eyelids to look at Wen Qiao again, exuding an air thick with grievance.
Lin Ruochun spoke up at just the right moment: "He's getting anxious."
"Then let's hurry up and go."
Wen Qiao hooked Lin Ruochun's shoulder and led her around a corner, heading towards the exit.
At this point, Song Qian had ten seconds until his "respawn." He heard Wen Qiao's voice drift into his ears—
"Why worry, Little Lu Ban? Can't even outrun enemies, let alone get a girlfriend. Isn't that just dragging down the girl's gene pool?"
"Wen Qiao!" Song Qian shot up from his chair, "I heard that!"
He received nothing but a nonchalant wave from the retreating figures and an exceedingly insincere—
"Oh, then I'll keep it down."
"......"
Song Qian lowered his head to look at his legs, then, realizing that he was actually affected by Wen Qiao's words, he abruptly looked up again.
I'm 183 centimeters tall; how could my legs possibly be short.
That's ridiculous.
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