Chapter 1102: The Battle of Chopsticks Indeed, while Lu Yun was quietly pondering, Wang Shiyu suddenly spoke up, "Do you like me?" After a brief pause, Lu Yun nodded, admitting it—something he had never considered hiding from any of the girls currently in his life. Liang Hongyu, with her delicate jade hands resting on her cheeks, stared intently at Lu Yun, murmuring softly, "I truly can't understand why so many girls admire you, especially when you already have so many girls around you." Lu Yun chuckled with genuine embarrassment, "What else could it be? I just naturally attract women with my charm." "Stubbornly confident," Liang Hongyu laughed lightly. Suddenly, as if recalling something, she sighed gently, "Sometimes, Lu Yun actually fears that as more girls appear in your life, you might gradually begin to forget them." "Between the continuous words, a clear sense of sadness and concern lingered. Lu Yun set aside his smile and spoke seriously: "Little Yu, you needn't worry—throughout my life, I'll never let any woman beside you go. You're the very first green vegetable I've ever eaten, and no way will I let you slip away. I'll chew on you, bite on you, chew on you for life—this fresh, delicate little green vegetable of yours." "Chew on your head, you big fool!" Little Yu laughed, lifting her chopsticks and gently tapping Lu Yun's forehead. Lu Yun smiled and said: "A gentle tap is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love. Little Yu, isn't it just today that you've decided to show your affection? Well, to ensure my dream of a beautiful woman doesn't fade, I'll give you a proper kiss right here on your lips." With that, Lu Yun truly approached Liang Hongyu, reached out to embrace her body, and pouted, ready to kiss her face and lips. Liang Hongyu hadn't expected that her gentle tap of chopsticks on Lu Yun would give him the excuse to take the initiative, and though she felt shy, she couldn't shake off his embrace—she could only vigorously shake her head, trying to prevent him from succeeding. Just as the two of them were becoming increasingly entangled, a light, bell-like laughter suddenly rang out in the classroom, startling Liang. She gasped and quickly turned to Lu Yun, saying, "They've seen us! Release me now!" Lu Yun, however, remained calm and composed—he had already recognized the laughter as coming from Wang Shiyu. He guessed that Wang and Zhao Feiyan must have returned with their meals and, upon seeing this scene, he knew exactly how Wang would feel. Still, Zhao Feiyan would surely blush and turn away, refusing to look at this rather intimate moment. (1_1) The reality matched Lu Yun's expectations. When Wang Shiyu and Zhao Feiyan returned from the canteen and entered the classroom, they suddenly saw Lu Yun embracing Liang Hongyu. Zhao Feiyan's immediate reaction was to blush suddenly—more shy than when Lu Yun had held her and kissed her—and quickly turn away, unable to look at the embrace between Lu Yun and Liang Hongyu. In sharp contrast, Wang Shiyu reacted quite differently. Upon seeing Lu Yun trying to kiss Liang Hongyu but falling short, she immediately felt a surge of delight and envy. "Let go!" Liang Hongyu didn't catch the laughter coming from Wang Shiyu. Seeing that Lu Yun hadn't released her, she urgently pinched him at his waist. Lu Yun drew in a breath, released his hold, and groaned, "Hongyu, don't be so nervous. It's not like anyone else." The scene of Li Yun holding her tightly and kissing her was witnessed by her classmates. Li Hongyu's mind was in a whirlwind; she was hastily straightening her disheveled clothes, momentarily missing the meaning of Li Yun's words. She scolded, "It doesn't matter who sees—it's humiliating!" At that moment, laughter suddenly rose from behind—Wang Shiyu's voice: "Hongyu, look, even Feiyan has seen it. What's there to be shy about? The food has already been brought over. Why don't you two go out for a stroll with Feiyan? We'll stay here." Hearing the laughter from behind, Li Hongyu blushed so deeply she almost wanted to vanish into a hole. But upon hearing Shiyu's suggestion, she regained her composure and realized that it was Shiyu and Feiyan who had entered the classroom and seen her and Li Yun embracing. With that, she exhaled in relief, turned to face Shiyu and Feiyan who were now holding their rice bowls, and scolded Shiyu, "Shiyu, just stop it already! When you're with Li Yun in the future, you'll find out just what kind "Wang Shiyu smiled, though inside she was thinking—would they ever really need to wait until later? Since Lu Yun had taken the seat beside her, she'd been subjected to his odd and unconventional ways time and again. Today, even in class, Lu Yun had reached directly into her clothes, lifting up her outer garment and gently pinching and tugging at the delicate crimson bloom on her snowy blouse. 'Haha, we can talk about that later,' she said. 'Right now, I can see Lu Yun isn't exactly faithful to you, is he, Feiyan?' Wang Shiyu placed the full plate of food on the desk, turned around, and faced Zhao Feiyan, who remained standing by the classroom door, shyly glancing away. Upon hearing Wang Shiyu's call, Zhao Feiyan responded with a soft 'Ah,' yet didn't know what to say. 'Don't just stand there—your steamed buns will get cold,' Wang Shiyu said, approaching Zhao Feiyan and gently pulling her over to Liang Hongyu, who was equally flushed with embarrassment. With a slightly慌张 expression, she placed the steamed bun on her desk and turned to head for the classroom. The scene just now left her feeling shy and breathless—now facing Lu Yun and Liang Hongyu directly, her heart raced wildly, especially when Lu Yun smiled at her. She felt as though she couldn’t breathe, her body warming up all over, as if something deep within had been stirred. Unconsciously, she wondered: what exactly is it like to kiss? Wang Shiyu's similar personality to the boy became evident at this moment, effortlessly dragging Zhao Feiyan, who looked shy and uncertain, and sitting her down squarely on the original chair. She giggled, "I've really gone all out today—scoured the canteen for all the delicious dishes. That stout guy at first wouldn't part with his sweet and sour pork ribs, saying he wanted to save them for his wife and his sister as a precaution. But I managed to convince him. Hurry up and eat—they'll go cold and lose their flavor soon." Only when Wang Shiyu spoke did Lu Yun come back to himself. A fragrant aroma of sweet-and-sour pork ribs—slightly tangy with a rich meatiness—drifted into his nose, sparking his appetite. To lighten the somewhat heavy atmosphere, Lu Yun, surprisingly unmanly, reached for his chopsticks first, picked up a hot, steaming piece of pork rib, and beamed, saying, "Shiyu, how did you know this was your favorite? By the way, getting sweet-and-sour pork ribs from Zhang Yi’s big bear—what a feat! To honor your outstanding contribution, I’m treating you all to these. Don’t compete for them!" Wang Shiyu was stunned. What on earth was going on? The food she had worked so hard to bring had now become Lu Yun’s personal delight. Sure, it was for Lu Yun, but as a man, how could he ignore the three beautiful women still hungry around him? Lu Yun picked up his chopsticks with swift movements, cramming four or five slices of ribs into his mouth in an instant, his cheek muscles swelling with the effort, yet still showing no sign of slowing down. Just as he reached for another piece of rib, a pair of chopsticks came across horizontally, precisely catching the rib he was about to bring to his mouth. With a graceful twist, the rib, gleaming with its appealing color, slipped neatly out of between Lu Yun’s chopsticks. "Three of you who haven’t even touched your chopsticks yet—how can you, as a man, start eating first? Have you no face at all?" Wang Shiyu raised her chopsticks, now holding the very piece of sweet-and-sour rib that Lu Yun had just picked up. Lu Yun pushed aside the bone, exhaled, and said, "This is just what we bought—don’t we waste it if we don’t eat it?" And with that, he reached out his chopsticks once again. With a light tap, just as Lu Yun's chopsticks were about to lift a piece of sweet and sour spare rib, Wang Shiyu's chopsticks gently tapped against his, smiling with a knowing air and said, "Ladies first—don't you know the basic courtesy?" Lu Yun glanced at Xiao Zhi and Zhao Feiyan, both sitting upright and motionless, and sighed, "Men like us who take pride in our manners naturally understand this. But look—neither Feiyan nor Xiao Zhi have even picked up their chopsticks. Didn't you just say that the sweet and sour spare rib tastes better when it's warm? Then they're acting on your advice, rushing to finish it off." With a series of quick taps, Lu Yun tried to continue, but Wang Shiyu remained ever vigilant—whenever Lu Yun's chopsticks touched the spare rib, she immediately used hers to find fault, making sure he never managed to get a bite. I was quite miserable during dinner, but Lu Yun's purpose wasn't just to enjoy the meal. Though he really liked it, neither Xiao Yu nor Fei Yan had touched their chopsticks. Was it really going to come down to Lu Yun eating everything alone while they watched? While engaging in a chopstick battle with Lu Yun, Wang Shiyu turned to Xiao Yu and Fei Yan and said, "What are you two still waiting for? Hurry up and start eating—do you really intend for Lu Yun to eat everything by himself?" Xiao Yu and Fei Yan exchanged glances and both picked up their chopsticks. Seeing that they no longer seemed shy, Wang Shiyu and Lu Yun smiled at each other secretly—good, they clearly had a strong connection. Lu Yun thought as he ate: It seems Shiyu truly fits with me. If she joins me, she'll surely help me handle various matters. She's definitely going to be one of my consorts!