Feng Ling. â...I canât eat that much.â
Nanheng indifferently glanced at her, âJust eat as much as you can. Look how skinny you are. If you canât even eat a few portions of food, how much room for improvement can you expect from your physical fitness?â
Feng Ling: â...â
But it couldnât be expected for her to change from a boy of about 50 kilograms to a fatty of 90 kilograms.
The lobby manager was surprised that Mr. Li actually took care of this brat so much that he didnât dare to talk anymore. He just turned around and instructed the waiters to welcome these big shots in.
At the same time, the lobby manager also smiled at Feng Ling: âMaster Feng, in addition to steak and pork bone rice, our hotel also has other more high-end food, like air-transported seafood or ...â
Feng Lingâs expression didnât change at all because of his intentionally exaggerated way of addressing her as âMaster Feng.â She totally ignored him, turned around, and went upstairs with other members.
The lobby manager was left awkwardly standing on the spot, so he glared at Feng Lingâs receding figure disdainfully. But when he suddenly spotted Li Nanheng coldly staring at him, he immediately shrank his shoulders, and feeling chill all over, he quickly gave him a fawning smile.
At the upstairs banquet hall specially reserved for the XI Base, Feng Ling was about to walk in with Fattie and other members. Suddenly Han Jin patted her on the shoulder. âFeng Ling, Boss told you to come up to him.â
Feng Ling turned back, âDidnât we come here for dinner? Why did he ask me to go over? â
Han Jin shrugged and spread both hands, meaning he didnât know.
Feng Ling thought for two seconds, turned around and walked back. When she came up to the marble escalator entrance, she saw the tall man wearing the same black uniform as her playing with a silver high-end lighter. She only glanced at his back and walked over. âBoss.â
The man looked back at her: âUm.â
Just an âUmâ? Didnât he have anything else?
Feng Ling was puzzled, but if Nanheng didnât speak, she couldnât turn around and leave, so she drew near him by two steps. âBoss, whatâs up?â
The silver lighter made a crisp sound in the manâs hand, and the man gave her a slight glance. âHow much money do you owe them?â
Feng Ling lifted her eyelids to glance at the lobby manager on the first floor again who was busy greeting the other members of the XI Base. âThe cups I broke are said to be crystal ones and even the cheapest crystal cups will cost more than 100 dollars each, plus the dishwasher and tableware I kicked over. Itâs almost 20,000 dollars. â
Nanheng pressed her head with one hand. Feng Ling paused because of this action, raised her eyes, and looked at him. The man who was much taller than her lowered his black eyes and approached her, his voice low and deep. âYou sold yourself here for one month just for 20,000 dollars?â
â...I didnât sell myself, but I didnât have the money to pay them back. If it werenât for the fact that the people in the kitchen of the hotel are too bad, I would have worked here for a full month before leaving. After all, I did wrong first. â
The man sneered, and his hand heavily pressed on his head. Feng Ling wanted to dodge but didnât. The man rubbed her head to his heartâs content before finally letting her go. Then he glanced at her messy yet sexy hairstyle and sneered. âI didnât expect you to value morality. It seems that youâre not a bad person by nature.â
Feng Ling gave him a cold look. âWhat did I do to make you mistakenly think that Iâm a bad person?â
âOkay, go in and have a meal with them. Donât worry about this little problem with the hotel. I will help you solve it.â
Hearing his words, Feng Ling was about to thank him when the man added. âThe condition is to exercise your physical fitness from today on. If you still cannot hold the long-range sniper rifle when I return to the base two years later, you can get out of Team One.â
Feng Ling wanted to thank him for helping her solve this problem and once she earned money, she would return the 20,000 dollars to him.
In the end, she swallowed the words back and just took a look at the man without a word.
Forget it, she didnât need to see him for at least two years anyway.
ââ
When five portions of steaks and five ones of pork bone rice were served, the lobby manager had waiters put all of them in front of Feng Ling.
The people at this table were all members of Team One. Although they heard what happened when they were downstairs, they didnât expect that Boss really wanted Feng Ling to eat so much...
They all knew that Feng Ling ate least among the members. Usually, they often advised him to eat more because she was still growing. Otherwise, he couldnât be as high as everyone else, his physical endurance couldnât reach the standard and then Boss would definitely try to bully him.
But so much food...
Even one portion was not small. How could she possibly eat all of these?
Feng Ling didnât seem to mind it though. Since he wanted her to eat them, she would just eat them. If she couldnât eat anymore in the end, she didnât think he would make her eat to death.
In fact, she was a big eater compared with other girls, but compared to the group of gluttons at the base, she ate as little as a cat, and some people even said that she was like a little kitten. As long as she didnât stick out her paw, she was so pretty and cute, but once she threw out her paws, no one could beat her. They could do nothing but gnashed their teeth at her.
Li Nanheng sat at the same table with the members of Team One today, which rarely happened. He usually sat with the drillmasters. After all, he didnât have any topic in common with them.
But today Boss just sat here.
He even sat down next to Feng Ling.
Fattie secretly said to Xiao Xu next to him. âDoesnât Boss care a little too much for Feng Ling?â
In fact, Fattie felt that Boss could hear him, so there were some words that he didnât dare to say. What he wanted to say was whether Boss was really gay. Even if he was gay, he shouldnât fall for a boy. Did he plan to play an EDU game?
Xiao Xu said indifferently. âIf you had the ability of Feng Ling when you were eighteen years old, Boss would have taken care of you similarly.â
Fattie. â...â
As a flexible fat man, he was despised again.
âAlthough Feng Ling learns everything fast and his marksmanship is good, Boss is way too nice to him. He invited all of us to dinner today but specially ordered so much food for Feng Ling. He was obviously avenging Feng Ling. And Boss never sat with us before, but he is sitting next to Feng Ling now...â
Nanheng remained deadpan, threw the silver lighter randomly on the table, called the waiter over, and pointed at the jealous Fattie. âServe him ten portions of steak and ten pork bone rice. Fattie, you must not leave until youâve eaten all the food.â