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After sending off the Winged Fire Serpent, Zhang Yang felt a renewed sense of confusion. He had thoroughly understood the background of the Toothless Old Daoist. Encountering such an adversary was indeed quite tricky. Moreover, this so-called Twelve Earthly Branches had fortunately dispersed, with most of its members' fates uncertain. If they were to unite, it would be an enormous force.
This incident also taught Zhang Yang a lesson: the people of Huaxia Shenzhou are blessed with talent and skill, and not all of them are virtuous. Facing such opponents on the path of punishing evil and rewarding good is truly challenging. More critically, these individuals often show no mercy and can be ruthless. The initial hostility of the Evil Soul had diminished through the cultivation and upgrading by the Strange Soul, but Zhang Yang often found himself contemplating restraint in killing, which was often detrimental during confrontations.
Feeling troubled, he still needed to eat. The next day at noon, Zhang Yang invited Ding Weiwei out. After the incident with Chu Ruoxi, Zhang Yang felt somewhat awkward and wanted to have a conversation with Ding Weiwei over lunch.
"Do you really think this is okay?" Zhang Yang pondered.
"Recently, I've been thinking a lot. We haven't even graduated from university; let's take it one step at a time. Perhaps when we truly mature, we will find the answers," Ding Weiwei said earnestly.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang felt an ominous sensation and directly asked, "So besides me, will you look for other boyfriends?"
"Why is it okay for you to have two girlfriends but not for me to have two boyfriends?" Ding Weiwei maintained a calm expression.
This puzzled Zhang Yang; typically, she would accompany such statements with more emotion, yet she was acting differently now.
"Weiwei, I feel like you've changed."
"I feel like I don't know you well enough," Ding Weiwei sighed.
Clearly, this topic could not continue. Zhang Yang activated his thoughts to scan Ding Weiwei's feelings. Initially, he didn't want to perceive her thoughts since she was his girlfriend, and it seemed excessive. However, her unusual state made him concerned.
What he discovered made Zhang Yang feel a pang of sympathy. Ding Weiwei wasn't thinking about herself but rather about how to make Zhang Yang happier. If Chu Ruoxi could bring him more happiness, she originally intended to step back. Yet she sensed that Zhang Yang still liked her, so she stayed. However, this situation clearly defied common sense and morality, leaving her feeling uneasy.
Zhang Yang knew that such matters couldn't be resolved quickly; perhaps Ding Weiwei was right—taking it one step at a time might be the best solution.
"Stop overthinking! I want some milk tea!" Ding Weiwei suddenly exclaimed.
There wasn't any in the restaurant, so Zhang Yang smiled and stood up. "Wait for me; I'll go buy some."
Next to the restaurant, just a few shops away, there was a milk tea shop. Zhang Yang ordered a cup of strawberry milk tea that Ding Weiwei loved. On his way back, he noticed a deck of playing cards on the shelf of a nearby store and impulsively bought a set.
"Here you go, strawberry milk tea." Zhang Yang handed the drink to Ding Weiwei and then took out the playing cards. "Let me show you a magic trick."
"Can you still do magic?" Ding Weiwei asked, feeling excited.
"Look, this is a deck of cards. You can randomly draw one, let me see the back, then put it back in and shuffle it. I will be able to find your card," Zhang Yang said.
Ding Weiwei took the deck of cards, opened it, and looked at it repeatedly without noticing anything unusual. "You didn't mark it, did you?"
"It's all sealed in plastic. Didn't you just open it?" Zhang Yang replied. "I just bought it from the little shop next door."
Ding Weiwei drew a Club King from the deck, showed it to Zhang Yang with the back facing him, then put it back in and shuffled the deck vigorously several times before handing it to Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang smiled and pulled out the Club King from the deck.
"You didn't peek, did you?" Ding Weiwei shouted.
"How about this? You draw one yourself and put it back in without showing me the back. How does that sound?" Zhang Yang shrugged.
In the end, he still guessed correctly.
"When did you learn this?" Ding Weiwei took a sip of her milk tea and asked happily, "That's amazing! Teach me."
"Uh..." This left Zhang Yang at a loss. The reason he could guess was that he had used his mind to probe Ding Weiwei's thoughts after she looked at her card. How could he teach that?
"Handsome, please teach us too," at that moment, two girls from the table next to them leaned over and said. Clearly, they had been watching Zhang Yang's performance all along. Zhang Yang had never peeked at Ding Weiwei's card; they were unbiased observers.
This was indeed incredible.
"Actually, it's mainly based on smell. I'm familiar with the scent on my girlfriend's hands, so I can distinguish the cards she has touched by subtle differences in smell, which allows me to find the card. So this can't really be taught," Zhang Yang quickly made up this excuse while speaking to the two girls; of course, it also served as an explanation for Ding Weiwei.
"That's impossible. If you don't want to teach us, just say so instead of making up a reason," said one of the Short-Haired Girls.
"I'm sorry, but we need to eat," Zhang Yang initially wanted to make Ding Weiwei happy; he had no time to entertain these two strangers and directly dismissed them.
The other girl with a ponytail was much more refined than the girl with red short hair. Seeing that her friend's approach didn't work, she mustered her courage and softly asked, "Sir, could you teach us?"
At this moment, Zhang Yang was already impatient. "I just said, please don't disturb us, okay?"
"Hey handsome, you really need to watch your words. What do you mean by 'disturb'? Are we disturbing you?" The Short-Haired Girl raised her voice upon hearing this. The Ponytail Girl tugged at the Short-Haired Girl, signaling her to stop talking, but the Short-Haired Girl shrugged her off.
"We really have something to do, sorry about that." Ding Weiwei quickly stood up before Zhang Yang could speak and addressed the two unfamiliar girls while making a gesture to indicate they could leave.
"You're quite arrogant. What if I insist that you change right now?" Suddenly, a man stepped forward. He appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, looking quite spirited. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and beard on his upper lip and chin, and his hair was slicked back with a thick layer of gel, perfectly in place. The man wore a fitted short coat that gave him a bit of flair, but he also had a toothpick in his mouth, giving him a somewhat rogue appearance.
Zhang Yang gently patted Ding Weiwei's shoulder to have her sit down and then addressed the man, "Are you talking to me?"
With a loud thud, the man actually placed his foot on a chair next to Zhang Yang. "Change right now." Zhang Yang and Ding Weiwei were sitting at a four-person table with an empty chair beside them.
Ding Weiwei immediately shot Zhang Yang a glare, clearly indicating not to cause trouble.
Zhang Yang shook his head and didn't look at the man again, squeezing out one word from his mouth:
"Scram!"
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