Free Web NovelNorth Star Starship Military Academy · Ocean Style Restaurant
Zhao Chen looked at the holographic images of aquatic creatures from an unknown Star System, freely swimming in front of him. The entire restaurant had a very serene atmosphere.
There were only a few dozen people dining in total.
It was considered a relatively high-end restaurant in North Star.
Only those from noble backgrounds would come here to eat, and it was said that half of the ingredients used were naturally grown produce.
The three beautiful ladies walking beside Zhao Chen brought him an extremely high Return Rate.
"Junior Zhao Chen, have you decided what conditions you'll offer Zhang Haoran later?" Senior Su Lan inquired.
"I have it figured out," Zhao Chen said with a smile.
Seeing this, Senior Su Lan didn't say much, as her role was merely that of an intermediary.
As for whether this matter succeeded or failed, she didn't care much; she was only stepping in to bridge the connection because she owed that person a favor.
"Lanlan, over here."
A voice came, and from a distance, Zhao Chen could see a pale-faced young man sitting at a round table by the window, waving to Su Lan and her group.
Three people were already seated around the round table; one of them was Zhang Haoran, and the other was a new face.
Zhang Haoran's expression was clearly not good. His gaze briefly met Zhao Chen's, but he quickly looked away, appearing pitiful.
Yet, Zhao Chen still keenly sensed Zhang Haoran's hatred.
For such a fellow, one lesson wouldn't make him behave.
"Later, whatever thoughts you have, just say them. If we can't agree, we'll leave. Don't worry about us," Senior Su Lan whispered into Zhao Chen's ear.
Zhao Chen nodded.
Zhao Wan'er, following beside him, was a bit reserved. She looked at her elder brother with some worry; although her elder brother was a territorial baron, he had never been exposed to such a formal occasion.
Xue Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, looked expectant; she loved such troublemaking occasions the most.
As Zhao Chen and the others approached their seats, Senior Han Tianwang ignored Zhao Chen, who was supposed to be the protagonist of this negotiation, and instead directly pulled out the already empty seat beside him.
"Lanlan, come sit here."
The entire round table only had seven seats.
This precisely corresponded to Han Tianwang's three people and Zhao Chen's four people.
And Han Tianwang had specifically left a seat beside him, which seemed to be specially reserved for Su Lan.
But Su Lan merely glanced at it, then smiled and greeted Han Tianwang: "It's fine, I can sit over here."
With that, she sat down with Zhao Wan'er and Xue Xiaoxiao.
This made Han Tianwang a bit awkward.
And now, the only place Zhao Chen could sit was the seat next to Han Tianwang.
It was then that Han Tianwang looked at the person in front of him and said indifferently, "This must be Junior Zhao Chen, please have a seat."
Although he said "please have a seat," Han Tianwang had already taken his own seat.
At this point, the only one who hadn't sat down yet was Zhao Chen.
But Zhao Chen didn't walk towards the seat next to Han Tianwang. Instead, he placed his hand on a chair in front of him: "No need, I can sit here."
In that instant, the atmosphere in the room began to change.
Because Zhao Chen's hand was resting exactly on the chair Zhang Haoran was sitting on.
Zhang Haoran's face was grim. He looked at Senior Han Tianwang, whose gaze shifted away.
Seeing this, Zhang Haoran could only stand up with a dark expression, preparing to sit in the seat next to Han Tianwang.
Zhao Chen sat in Zhang Haoran's chair. When he saw Zhang Haoran about to sit down, he directly picked up a glass of water and spilled it on that chair.
"Is there a seat for you here?"
The atmosphere once again neared freezing point.
Zhang Haoran clenched his fists.
"Junior Zhao Chen, don't be so aggressive. Actually, it was just a misunderstanding between Junior Haoran and you before. Now that we're gathered to eat, let's just clear up this misunderstanding, and we can all be friends from now on," Han Tianwang stepped in as a peacemaker at this moment: "Lanlan, don't you agree?"
Su Lan smiled: "We are just accompanying guests this time and won't speak. Everything depends on Junior Zhao Chen's own wishes."
"If he has a seat here today, then I, Zhao Chen, don't have a seat. Senior, what do you think?" Zhao Chen directly met Han Tianwang's gaze, showing no weakness.
A hint of gloom flashed in Han Tianwang's eyes, but he still said cheerfully, "Indeed, an apology should look like an apology.
Haoran, just stand."
"Waiter, please remove this extra chair," Zhao Chen called out to a waiter.
The waiters here were not intelligent robots, but rather beautiful young female attendants, reflecting the high-end nature of the restaurant.
The chair was removed, and Zhang Haoran stood like a pillar, positioned between Zhao Chen and Han Tianwang.
"We're all sitting, and you're the only one standing. Does this mean you're superior to me and the seniors?
That makes us very uncomfortable," Zhao Chen looked at Zhang Haoran with a smile.
Zhang Haoran gritted his teeth: "You... what else do you want?"
"Kneel," Zhao Chen casually uttered three words.
The expressions of the few people present changed.
Zhang Haoran was enraged: "Zhao Chen, don't go too far!"
"Too far? I heard you and your little brothers were shouting in my class earlier, saying that if you defeated me in a Starship duel,
you'd make me kneel and apologize to you? At that time, you didn't think it was too much?" Zhao Chen looked at Zhang Haoran with a smile: "Or is it that our Young Master Zhang disdains continuing his studies at North Star?"
Zhao Chen's final jab directly struck Zhang Haoran's heart.
He absolutely could not drop out of North Star.
His Viscount father, the future Earl, had more than just him as a son.
North Star was one of the three best Starship Military Academies in the Starlight Empire, and his father had managed to pull strings to get him in.
If he couldn't even graduate from North Star, his title might be snatched by his other brothers.
His mother, upon learning of this matter, immediately sent a message, telling him to figure it out himself and under no circumstances to drop out of North Star!
"Junior Zhao Chen, there's no need for this, is there? Junior Haoran already knows his mistake. We are all classmates; there's no need ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) to make the relationship so tense.
Give me some face. Let's eat first and discuss how to resolve this misunderstanding between you and Junior Haoran while we eat.
I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!" Han Tianwang spoke up.
"Face?" Zhao Chen chuckled, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Han Tianwang: "Senior means I give you face, and you kneel for him?"
Zhao Wan'er beside him gasped, wondering what was going on with her elder brother; had he eaten gunpowder today?
It was one thing to provoke Zhang Haoran, but he was even provoking Han Tianwang!
Senior Su Lan and the twin-tailed Xue Xiaoxiao looked at Zhao Chen in surprise; they found that this junior seemed truly a bit different.
Han Tianwang's face darkened at this moment.
"Fine, I'll kneel!" Zhang Haoran roared out three words, kneeling in the spot where the chair had originally been.
The height of the table perfectly blocked his head.
"This is perfect; it doesn't hinder our meal.
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Hurry up and order, I'm starving.
Senior Han, what do you like to eat? Just order whatever you want, don't be shy." Zhao Chen directly raised his hand and opened the holographic ordering page.
Then, with the fastest hand speed, he randomly pressed on it. Zhao Wan'er, who was sitting next to Zhao Chen, didn't even clearly see what Zhao Chen had ordered.
"I've ordered. See if you need anything else. Don't be shy; it's not often we get to have a meal with Senior Han, so let's enjoy it," Zhao Chen said with a smile, looking at everyone.
Xue Xiaoxiao almost couldn't help but burst out laughing.
