Chapter 227: Chapter 181: Which Leg is Longer, Your Left or Right?_3
Zhao Yi glanced at Professor He and then at Qian Hong, immediately waving his hand to reject the offer of changing his room.
What a joke!
Why would he want to share a floor with a bunch of old men when there was ’an apparent gentle beauty’ on the same floor?
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It wasn’t the beauty that Zhao Yi chose, but the fact that he and the older professors had a considerable age difference. Besides a few academic discussions, there was no common ground.
By mealtime, the importance of having commonality became even more evident. Zhao Yi still found it easier to converse with the few doctoral students. They also sat closer to him.
Then something interesting happened.
Qian Hong came with two women in their twenties, introducing them as her seniors. The three women, chatting and giggling, drew closer to Zhao Yi enthusiastically.
Zhu Li was pushed out.
Despite Zhu Li’s slightly unseemly appearance, he was actually a very shy person. Feeling uncomfortable sitting among women, he had no choice but to move to another table.
Now, there were only four people left at the table— Zhao Yi and the three women.
As the saying goes, ’three monks have no water to drink,’ but ’three leftover women’ were indeed formidable. They seemed to converse quite openly, completely disregarding the fact that Zhao Yi could overhear their intimate female chatter.
Zhao Yi blushed.
Should be...
Zhao Yi, thinking he was only eighteen and should be embarrassed, put on an innocent boy’s face, especially as Qian Hong kept looking at him...
This woman is doing it on purpose!
"If you want to embarrass me, then I’ll play along," Zhao Yi thought while lowering his head to hide his smirk, pretending to be embarrassed and shy.
Qian Hong suddenly felt a bit self-satisfied. She did have the intention to provoke him. She was just looking for an argument.
In her conversations with Zhao Yi, whether in the group or in reality, she never had the upper hand. Now, whenever she sees Zhao Yi in the group chat, she simply lurks silently.
How to say?
Call me Daddy?
To have him experience real women?
Thinking about this, Qian Hong felt instantly frustrated. She asked for help to start a fight, just to make Zhao Yi embarrassed.
"An eighteen-year-old boy wants to fight with me?" Qian Hong thought with satisfaction.
Apparently.
She underestimated how thick-skinned Zhao Yi could be.
Zhao Yi thought it was amusing but did not get involved, simply listening from the side, acting the role of a good listener, while continuing to devour the food on his plate.
Realizing that her approach was not making an impact on Zhao Yi, Qian Hong abruptly changed her strategy. She brought out a bottle of red wine, and asked everyone at the table to tell a joke.
"Whoever’s joke isn’t funny drinks the entire bottle!"
She laid out the rule.
Zhao Yi immediately knew she was setting a trap and shook his head, saying, "I don’t drink."
"If you don’t drink, are you even a man? You’re already eighteen!" Qian Hong impulsively pressed the issue.
The two women nodded and stared at him intensely.
Zhao Yi didn’t fall for it. As he was almost finished eating, he simply stood up and said, "I definitely won’t drink. However, I can tell a joke before I leave. Whether you laugh or not, consider it an apology!"
Qian Hong showed an unimpressed expression, saying nonchalantly, "Fine, go ahead."
"Alright then!"
Zhao Yi thought for a moment and said, "Let’s do a riddle related to mathematics!"
"No surprise there. It comes from a great mathematician who solves mathematical conjectures, even the riddles are about mathematics..."
"Hehe."
Zhao Yi seemed a bit embarrassed. He scratched the back of his head, his face full of innocence, and began, "Okay, here we go...Qian Hong, let’s imagine that the letter A represents your left leg, and the letter C represents your right leg. Now here’s the question."
"Which leg is longer, your left or your right?"
Having said that, he turned around and left.