Chapter 1398 - 1397: Your Last Name Is Jing?

Chapter 1398: Chapter 1397: Your Last Name Is Jing?

The three of them sat on the grass, with no one paying attention to them. Although one of them was the child of Qingyu, in a First-class Family, Qingyu really wasn’t much of anything. Moreover, this child of Qingyu didn’t even have the qualifications to compete, making him even less worthy of notice.

So the three of them were quite at ease... licking their popsicles.

People passing by looked on with disdain, wondering if eating popsicles like this wasn’t disgusting.

Little Fatty noticed a girl casting her gaze, with undisguised contempt and dislike in her eyes. He couldn’t help but grin sheepishly... then shoved the whole popsicle into his mouth and pulled it out again, now covered with saliva, making the girl gag.

Little Fatty, still unsatisfied, stuck out his tongue and gave it a fierce lick, successfully making the girl vomit.

Jing Changle looked at him coolly and said, "You’re destined to be single."

Little Fatty’s movements paused, and he looked woefully at Jing Changle, "Boss Jing, can you not be so piercing every time? I’m just a bit chubby, but I’m really handsome when I slim down!"

Jing Changle lay back, his head resting on his crossed hands, gazing at the sky, and said leisurely, "That has nothing to do with your looks."

"Then what does it have to do with?"

"Your character."

Little Fatty scratched his head, "Character?"

Luo Yirui sighed at his intelligence and provided a translation, "Changle means, given your character, you’re doomed to not find a wife."

Little Fatty: "..."

Really... When there’s no fourth person around, he usually becomes the target of these two. Even if he doesn’t speak, they still manage to drag him into it. What’s this called, getting shot while lying down!

"The world is full of malice towards me, no, it’s full of malice towards my flesh. Should I consider losing weight?" Little Fatty bit off half a popsicle, the cold making him grimace.

Luo Yirui and Jing Changle lay down side by side, leisurely saying, "I’ve heard that line for years now, yet your flesh keeps growing. If you hadn’t gotten taller, you wouldn’t be able to fit through standard doors."

Little Fatty teared up, "Brother Xiao Rui, with that sharp tongue, you’d better be careful not to find a wife either."

Luo Yirui chuckled, "No matter what, still better than you."

Little Fatty, sulking, shoved the other half into his mouth, then noticed a shadow cast overhead. He looked up to see two young men standing there.

Aren’t they from Pengge Sect?

These two, one named Sun Yue, the other Sun Bing, were brothers, both from Pengge Sect.

"What’s up? Want to watch Brother lick a popsicle?" Little Fatty said irritably, annoyed by the look in these two’s eyes.

Sun Yue and Sun Bing, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, glanced at Little Fatty like they were looking at trash and then turned their attention to Jing Changle.

"You." Sun Yue pointed at Jing Changle lying on the ground, "Get up."

Jing Changle didn’t move, a straw dangling from his mouth as he looked at Sun Yue.

Sun Yue raised an eyebrow, not cooperating, huh?

He squatted down and leaned in closer to Jing Changle, asking, "Is your surname Jing?"

Jing Changle’s eyes darkened a bit. Asking this question suddenly, and from Pengge Sect...

"What of it?" Jing Changle replied carelessly.

"Do you know Jing Yuansi?" Sun Bing crossed his arms, looking down at him.

If it could still have been an accident earlier, now it was different.

Luo Yirui sat up, resting one arm on his raised knee, his elegant appearance hard to ignore, "What, you know my Sister Yuan Xi?"