"Like when I worked part-time at the funeral home—whether a person's dead or alive, the moment I cremate them, I know!"
Zhang Zhaodi thought to herself: "If I burn them I'd know too…"
Duan Shigang showed off: "Back when I was mixing it up on the streets, I could tell if a guy was cocky or not—one kick and I'd know!"
Liu Chuandao refused to be outdone: "Back when I followed my uncle to fix power lines, whether there was current or not, one touch and I'd know!"
Hard to comment.
Zhang Chi wolfed down a ton of lamb skewers, but still felt something was missing—fruit. He glanced around and spotted an honest-looking female classmate, Jianxi.
Zhang Chi mulled it over, then took the initiative: "Jianxi, how come you're eating so little? Look at Han Wen Nuan over there, she eats more than a pig!"
Han Wen Nuan was pissed, but tonight the guys paid and the girls ate free; she had no standing to speak up.
Jianxi waved her hands hurriedly: "I really don't eat much."
