Sorry dude, this is just too funny.

The Sanda competition Lin Yu was preparing for consisted of two stages in total.

First, the internal university selection.

Second, representing the school in the city-level tournament.

Perhaps Lin Yu's formidable reputation had already spread throughout the campus, as absolutely no one dared to compete with him for the spot.

Lin Yu was quite happy to enjoy the leisure.

He would work out a bit every day, and for the rest of the time, he attended classes when necessary and went out to have fun whenever he felt like it.

His days were fulfilling and beautiful.

S University's internal selection took place in the summer, while the tournament itself was in the autumn, after the summer break. With more than two months to go, Lin Yu wasn't in a rush at all.

After finishing his training at the Martial Arts Club, Lin Yu scanned a shared bike and rushed toward the school cafeteria, anxious to chow down.

After speeding all the way to the cafeteria, Lin Yu ordered three dishes and a soup, plus two bowls of rice. He happily held his tray and found a seat.

Just as he was burying his head in his food, Lin Yu sensed someone sitting down across the table.

He looked up and saw the sisters, Zhou Yijin and Zhou Yise.

Glancing at them once, Lin Yu pretended he hadn't seen a thing and continued to stuff his face.

(Poke)

A fair, clean hand reached over and poked Lin Yu's arm.

Lin Yu looked up at the two, whom he couldn't tell apart at all, wondering what they wanted.

The girl on his right raised her right hand, holding a movie ticket. She placed it by her cheek, tilted her head slightly to the left, and asked in a pure, elegant tone:

"Want to go see a movie?"

As soon as her voice fell, the girl on Lin Yu's left raised her right hand. With a twist of her fingertips, the single movie ticket in her hand magically became two.

Her head leaned lightly against her sister's as she said playfully and cutely:

"Together with us~"

The sisters were already incredibly beautiful. Issuing an invitation in such a synchronized manner at this moment, paired with their nearly identical exquisite faces and the suggestive smiles in their eyes, was truly tempting.

Lin Yu looked at them, his eyes showing not a single ripple of emotion.

After they finished speaking, he lowered his head without a word and continued eating.

The younger sister, Zhou Yise, got anxious.

She stopped poking Lin Yu's arm with her finger and instead gave his arm a shove out of exasperation, yelling aggrievedly:

"Say something!"

"You can't be like this!"

"When you have a use for us, you're all nice and polite, but when you don't need us, you won't even say a word!"

"Do you think my sister and I are simps you can summon and dismiss at will?"

This time, Lin Yu finally reacted. He looked up at the sisters, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.

He chewed the food in his mouth, swallowed, and asked back curiously:

"Aren't you?"

Lin Yu knew these two had ulterior motives regarding him, so he unceremoniously used them as tools to disgust Qian Jie.

And tools were even lower than simps.

"You!"

Zhou Yise was so angry she didn't know what to say, her eyes turning red with grievance.

Beside her, Zhou Yijin's face didn't look too good either. After all, when Lin Yu had needs, she and her sister had been very diligent and cooperative!

Lin Yu buried his head in his food. Across the table, the sisters looked as if they had been bullied, their expressions one more aggrieved than the other.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly awkward.

Suddenly.

A wild Qian Jie popped out from somewhere.

He strode over to the table, pointed right at Lin Yu's nose, and started cursing.

"Lin!"

"If you have a problem, come at me!"

"Don't bully the two of them!"

Lin Yu looked up in astonishment, staring at him as if he were looking at some new species.

Before Lin Yu could speak, Zhou Yise suddenly lost her temper.

She stood up, shoved Qian Jie, and shouted loudly:

"None of your business!"

"Who are you?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Who asked you to be annoying here?!"

Qian Jie, who thought he was being a hero saving damsels in distress, was stunned into silence by this scolding.

Facing the furious Zhou Yise, he subconsciously cast a pleading look at the older sister, Zhou Yijin, hoping she would be more reasonable and speak up for him.

But when Qian Jie saw Zhou Yijin, who also wore a dark expression of dissatisfaction, he couldn't utter a single word.

"Get lost!"

Zhou Yise angrily pushed Qian Jie aside, grabbed her small bag, and stormed off in a huff.

Zhou Yijin also stood up. She didn't give the dumbfounded Qian Jie a single glance, and with a slight frown, she followed her sister.

Lin Yu sat on the cafeteria stool, staring dumbfounded at the three of them, even forgetting to swallow the rice in his mouth.

Gradually, the corners of his mouth twitched, becoming uncontrollable, and he covered his face to laugh.

Sorry, bro.

This is just too funny.

Qian Jie left in a daze, looking like he had lost his soul.

Lin Yu continued eating. Before he had taken two bites, another person sat down opposite him.

Lin Yu looked up with a hint of impatience, only to see a stunningly beautiful side profile.

Tao Yaoyao turned her head. She shrank her body, leaning forward slightly in a sneaky manner, her standard peach-blossom eyes flashing with excitement and curiosity.

"What happened just now?"

Tao Yaoyao lowered her voice, asking with unconcealable curiosity.

Seeing Tao Yaoyao's gossipy appearance, Lin Yu immediately got excited.

You have to know.

People who like to listen to gossip definitely like to share gossip!

Removing himself from the narrative, Lin Yu recounted the story that had just happened between the sisters and Qian Jie, adding plenty of embellishments.

Tao Yaoyao was the perfect audience.

She would display a series of different expressions—surprise, suppressed laughter, joy, shock—based on Lin Yu's description of the events, giving Lin Yu, the storyteller, full emotional satisfaction.

Chatting with Tao Yaoyao while they ate until lunch ended, the two parted ways at the cafeteria entrance, going about their own business.

A chance meeting.

A very frequent sort of coincidence.

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