“Rommel told the military that you were a key surveillance target in the White Eagle unit, suspected of multiple first-degree murder cases where the victims were male Alphas. One time in the cafeteria, you made several Alphas roll away from your dining table, and if they didn’t roll by the count of three, then…”
Si Nan laughed: “Used a spoon to kill everyone?”
The smile, though not obvious, was almost gentle on his beautiful face. However, Tang Hao’s first reaction was to unconsciously measure the distance between them.
“What are you curious about?”
“Hmm…” Tang Hao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, “Just… wanted to know if this was… really…”
“True,” Si Nan said with a smile, a hint of wickedness flowing in his eyes: “Good thing you didn’t sit down.”
Tang Hao was speechless for a moment, finally giving a thumbs up and walking away in sync.
You three won’t find anyone.” The team flower and the second-generation official were unconvinced, arguing that Rong-ge either stumbled upon a lucky break or saved the Milky Way in his previous life. If he had met someone other than Si Nan, another Omega without a brain, he would have been kicked in the balls during his first forced awkward flirting. Da Ding finished his meal dejectedly, dragging his heavy steps out of the cafeteria with his teammates when he suddenly saw Jin Hua standing with his back to them at the edge of the playground, carefully flipping through a manual.
In the eyes of normal people, Jin Hua was an unattainable military flower, but in Da Ding’s description, she was a gentle and shy village flower from his hometown, who would twist and stomp her foot when shy. This description gave Si Nan a huge misunderstanding, to the point that when he later saw this little golden flower colonel in person, he seriously suspected that what she gave Da Ding was not a shy punch but a heavy hammer.
“Give up, Da Ding,” Chun Cao said sincerely. “You look handsome, talented, with a bright future… Why not find someone else? Why stick to one tree? Why don’t you go after Yan Hao? Our team flower is no worse than the little golden flower.”
