Chapter 406 — You're the One Who's Sick!

But Feng Xiaoxiao's words had made Wei Zhao realize he really was a bit thirsty. He reached into his desk and rummaged around, only to pull out an empty bottle—the mineral water he had bought yesterday was already gone.

"Here!" Feng Xiaoxiao hurriedly handed him her own drink, waiting eagerly for Wei Zhao to take it.

"?" Wei Zhao grew even more suspicious of this Feng Xiaoxiao—no one shows such eager kindness without an ulterior motive.

"Kaf." Feng Xiaoxiao herself felt she had come on too strong; it was normal for Wei Zhao to be suspicious, so she quickly explained, "We're deskmates, aren't we? The teacher says deskmates should help each other."

Only a fool would believe her nonsense, but Wei Zhao was thirsty indeed. He took the drink from her hand and was about to open it when he noticed the cap had already been unscrewed. His brow furrowed at once.

She couldn't have tampered with the drink, could she? No—she wouldn't stoop to something that petty, would she?

Seeing Wei Zhao hesitate, Feng Xiaoxiao blushed slightly: "I took a sip this morning..."

Wei Zhao was speechless—no wonder the cap was already loose. Still, it wasn't so easy to do him harm. Ever since he had cultivated the Xuanyuan Dragon-Taming Art, Wei Zhao, already well-versed in pharmacology, had developed an even keener sense of smell and taste; he could detect the usual poisons slipped into water and food.

"You don't have any diseases, do you? Something like hepatitis B or AIDS?" Wei Zhao asked as he took the drink from Feng Xiaoxiao.

"..." Feng Xiaoxiao was so furious she nearly burst a blood vessel. Her, with hepatitis B and AIDS? What a joke! She was at least a pretty little thing, wasn't she? If she passed a bottle she'd drunk from to someone else, they'd probably fight over it like madmen—and here Wei Zhao was being picky? Asking such bizarre questions?

Of course, that was assuming people didn't know Feng Xiaoxiao's temperament. If they knew what she was like, they wouldn't dare drink her water for anything—that would be asking for death, wouldn't it?

"You're the one who's sick!" Feng Xiaoxiao exploded. "Illiterate! Haven't you read the science reports? Even if someone had hepatitis B or AIDS, it can't be spread that way!"

"Heh..." Wei Zhao gave a faint smile. He hadn't expected this little girl to know so much. He unscrewed the bottle and, first secretly tasting it with his tongue to confirm there was nothing unusual, swallowed. He drank half, then stuffed the remaining half-bottle straight into his desk: "I've drunk from it now, so you don't want it anymore, right? The rest is mine."

Feng Xiaoxiao hadn't intended to want a drink Wei Zhao had drunk from anyway—how could she keep drinking from a bottle another boy had touched? But Wei Zhao's words left her indignant. He'd drunk her drink, and then so brazenly and matter-of-factly claimed the rest for himself—how shameless could he be?

"No way! I'm still thirsty!" Feng Xiaoxiao refused to let Wei Zhao have his way. She snatched the drink from his desk, twisted off the cap, and gulped down the remaining half-bottle, then glared at Wei Zhao, panting—she nearly choked to death!

Wei Zhao was somewhat helpless against this rather rebellious girl, but he couldn't be bothered to argue with her. If she wanted to drink it, let her—as long as she didn't end up crying and throwing up like the Eldest Young Lady afterward. Feng Xiaoxiao hadn't felt anything while drinking, but afterward she rather regretted it—how could she drink from something Wei Zhao had drunk from? Her first kiss... "Hmph, just you wait—when you're desperate for the bathroom in a bit, I'll make you pay!"

Feng Xiaoxiao's temperament differed from the Eldest Young Lady's. Although she felt displeased, she couldn't get hung up on it; she was merely a little annoyed. She casually tossed the empty bottle toward the trash bin in the corner of the classroom, and with a "thwack," it landed square on Zhong Yongliang's forehead...

"Aah—!" Zhong Yongliang let out a miserable shriek and shot to his feet, gnashing his teeth and cursing: "Damn it! Who? Who threw that? Looking for death, are you? Tired of living?"

Since Wei Zhao had forced him to switch seats, Zhong Yongliang had been sitting in the corner on the right side of the classroom, and the trash bin was just a short distance behind him. In the past, lazy students who couldn't be bothered to get up and throw away their trash would simply lob it through the air.

But after Zhong Yongliang moved there, no one dared throw anything—hitting the third of the school's Four Great Villains was no joking matter.

"Wei Zhao threw it!" Feng Xiaoxiao's eyes darted around, and she pointed at Wei Zhao.

She had hoped to set Wei Zhao and Zhong Yongliang at odds and make some trouble for Wei Zhao.

If she had admitted to throwing it herself, Zhong Yongliang would probably have just sat back down and swallowed his grievance.

"Huh?!" Zhong Yongliang froze, the fury on his face solidifying in an instant. He looked awkward—go pick a fight with Wei Zhao? He wouldn't dare. Even someone as formidable as Brother Black Panther had been crippled by Wei Zhao. His only hope was Zhang Naipao; until Zhang Naipao returned, he absolutely would not clash with Wei Zhao. So Zhong Yongliang could only wipe the anger from his face and say sheepishly, "It's nothing..."

His tiger's head and snake's tail act was a bit humiliating, but it beat getting beaten up. Anyway, after being thrashed by Wei Zhao several times, Zhong Yongliang had long since lost all face before his classmates—one more time hardly mattered.

"I didn't throw it. If it had been me, I wouldn't have thrown an empty bottle—your head would have been split open by now," Wei Zhao said flatly.

(Huh? Zhong Yongliang was stunned! Wei Zhao's words were arrogant enough, but Zhong Yongliang did not doubt their truthfulness in the least, because Wei Zhao had no reason to lie to him. In many cases, Wei Zhao picked fights with him and gave him a beating for no reason at all—for instance, sending him flying with a single kick, chair and all...)

So, since Wei Zhao said he hadn't thrown it, then it definitely wasn't him. And if Wei Zhao hadn't thrown it, what did Zhong Yongliang have to fear? His temper flared up again with a whoosh: "Who? Who was it? Step forward right now, or when I find out, you're dead!"

Zhong Yongliang's behavior earned him the contempt of everyone in the classroom. Earlier, when they had heard it was Wei Zhao who hit him, he had wilted; now that Wei Zhao said it wasn't him, he was puffing himself up again!

Even so, none of the students dared to speak up. After all, Zhong Yongliang might not dare to do anything to Wei Zhao, but that didn't mean he wouldn't dare to do something to anyone else!

"Sister Yaoyao, who threw the bottle just now? Was it you?" Shen Yushu spoke up at that moment, but she deliberately raised her voice so that Zhong Yongliang could hear her too.

"Huh?" Zhong Yongliang panicked again. Could it have been Gu Mengyao who threw it? Otherwise, why would Shen Yushu ask like that? Zhong Yongliang broke out in a sweat at once. He couldn't afford to provoke Wei Zhao, but Gu Mengyao was someone he didn't dare provoke either. He was still courting her—how could he leave her with a bad impression?