Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 65

Chapter 65: Useless

As he spoke, Wei Zhi was ignoring Jiang Nanfeng. She held a wine glass in one hand while leaning forward to ask Backbiter for Shan Chong's U-shaped pool video, intending to post it on her social media.

Suddenly, the focus shifted to her.

Caught off guard, she had only typed the first three characters of "Isn't my master amazing?" when her hand slipped, accidentally posting the incomplete message. She didn't even have time to set the visibility settings.

Sitting up straight, Wei Zhi stared at Shan Chong with a slightly dazed expression.

The latter maintained a normal, composed demeanor.

He had spoken matter-of-factly, not expecting the brief silence that fell over the previously lively table.

Everyone paused their small group conversations and turned to look.

Wei Zhi could feel all eyes alternating between her and Shan Chong—Little Bear's gaze was particularly intense.

Slowly straightening her posture, she sat expressionless, thinking to herself, "Look all you want. Even if you lose sleep over this, my trip won't have been in vain."

As she was still inwardly grumbling, an unexpected assist came from Lao Yan, who asked with a casual smile, voicing what everyone was thinking: "What's going on? Are you two an item?"

It seemed like an offhand question, and it probably was.

Lao Yan was the type who, charitably speaking, lacked boundaries, or less charitably, was a player.

He was always all smiles with everyone, frequently saying things like, "Sister, if you've taken my class and then go to someone else's, that's cheating."

Anyone he had taught thought they shared some level of intimacy with him.

After his argument with Jiang Nanfeng, he had toned it down slightly, but not by much. He just stopped flirting openly with his entourage of admirers and stuck to discussing classes when necessary...

Wei Zhi had seen his social media posts.

Any video he shared would attract comments from the likes of "Kitty Cindy," "Baby Meow is Your Sweetheart," and "Strawberry Apple Little Chili."

He'd consider it a failure if a post didn't get at least a hundred likes, blaming it on poor timing if it didn't.

So from his perspective, Shan Chong's words seemed a bit odd, mainly because men don't typically talk like that—but truly shocked? Not really.

As the table fell silent, Shan Chong remained calm.

He glanced at Lao Yan before turning to Wei Zhi and saying, "Why don't you ask her who she called when she was drunk last time?"

Wei Zhi, still holding her glass, smiled innocently at everyone.

"Previously, my main contacts were delivery drivers."

She paused before adding, "Recently, Chong-ge has been the most frequent and top contact in my call history."

Oh, that seemed to make sense.

The crisis averted, and everyone returned to their previous conversations.

The atmosphere at the table relaxed, and Shan Chong poured himself another drink.

He drank Western liquor without even bothering to add ice, downing it like baijiu, one glass after another.

After three or four glasses, his movements slowed, and the aura around him became less gloomy, though his gaze began to wander.