An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 13: "Basic Attack" Eliminates "Ultimate Move"

What does it mean to lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot?

This is!
What does it mean to be a mute eating bitter melon and have no way to express your suffering?

That's it!!!

Meng Youyou felt very frustrated, the more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, and the more frustrated she became, the more she thought about it...

Suddenly, Meng Youyou sensed something was wrong: "Something's not right!"

"No, no, no..."

Since he understands so much about traditional Chinese medicine theory, how could he not see that her low blood sugar was faked?

Having already seen through it, how could he stand by and watch her drink a bowl of "laxative medicine"? What was his intention?

With ulterior motives!

The human heart is a fearsome thing!

ungrateful!

What a jerk!!!

Although Meng Youyou was seething with anger, she wasn't so angry that she went to confront him with a stupid question like, "You knew I was faking it, so why didn't you stop me?"

Based on Meng Youyou's understanding of that cunning and scheming man, he would definitely not answer her question directly.

He would then casually look down at her and ask her in his most indifferent tone, "Then why did you pretend to have low blood sugar and insist on drinking that bowl of soup?"

Meng Youyou could picture that annoying look even with her little toe.

It's a real wolf in sheep's clothing.

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For the next few days, Meng Youyou felt like a perverted voyeur, secretly monitoring Huo Qingshan's every move, afraid that she might accidentally let Huo and Chu spark a romance in a secluded corner.

A bad start? Absolutely not!

However, after several days of careful observation, Meng Youyou also made a major discovery: she was almost certain that Chu Yao was consciously and deliberately getting close to Huo Qingshan.

In the past few days, Meng Youyou has observed several times that Chu Yao is intentionally or unintentionally creating opportunities to be alone with Huo Qingshan, and judging from the current situation, Huo Qingshan does not seem to have any feelings for Chu Yao at this stage.

Meng Youyou curled her lip and couldn't help but sigh, "Tsk tsk tsk... I really didn't expect it to be a beautiful woman chasing after him? How could anyone like someone with such an irritatingly cold face?"

Meng Youyou shook her head incredulously: "Da me! Da me! I just can't understand a thing about it."

The military canteen was filled with delicious aromas and bustling with people at noon.

While Meng Youyou's attention was focused on the dishes at the window, Chu Yao had already carried the plate and walked gracefully toward Huo Qingshan's position.

Meng Youyou snapped out of her daze in time, inwardly screaming, "Damn, this is impossible to defend against!"

Without much thought, she took several large strides and sat down opposite Huo Qingshan, ahead of Chu Yao.

The movements inevitably look a bit comical.
Or perhaps it was a mess?

In short, it couldn't be anything sleazy!

Huo Qingshan: "..."

Huo Qingshan glanced at the plate in front of Meng Youyou out of the corner of his eye: a plate of rice, a plate of vegetables lying alone in the corner, and two empty compartments.

I couldn't help but glance a few more times at the person who had only ordered one vegetarian dish and then hurriedly ran over with the plate.

A person whose behavior has been very strange these past few days.

Zhong Heng and Zhang Yong exchanged a knowing glance, remaining silent and communicating only through their eyes.

Zhong Heng's eyes gleamed with smugness, and his expression was smug: "See, I told you so. Translator Meng has a thing for our battalion commander. Otherwise, why would she be hanging around him every day? You didn't believe me, kid."

Zhang Yong's eyes gleamed with admiration: "You're really something, your keen eye is undeniable, I truly believe you now."

Chu Yao watched helplessly as the seat she had her eye on was snatched away by someone else, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

However, there were no seats available at that table, so she had no choice but to reluctantly take her plate to another table.

After sitting down, Chu Yao gazed at Meng Youyou's direction with a slightly resentful look in her eyes.

This "coincidence" completely confirmed her previous suspicions: it was no accident that she was interrupted by various things every time she approached Huo Qingshan these days. Meng Youyou was behind it, directly or indirectly.

"What exactly is she trying to achieve by doing this?"

Chu Yao fell into deep thought...

However, the atmosphere on the other side was far from harmonious either.

It was both strange and awkward... Under the table, Zhang Yong kicked Zhong Heng's shin for the third time, while making faces to signal him to say something and lighten the mood.

Unexpectedly, Huo Qingshan suddenly spoke up, coldly warning Zhang Yong across from him without even looking up: "Stop!"

Meng Youyou couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhang Yong looked down at the table in utter astonishment and found that the tip of his shoe was still pressed against the hem of their battalion commander's trousers. He could even see two or three messy, overlapping footprints on the trousers.

Startled, he quickly pulled his leg back, neatly placing it side by side, and dared not move again.

At this moment, Zhong Heng, a natural social butterfly, finally stepped forward and started a conversation with Meng Youyou: "Translator Meng, why are you eating so little? You didn't order any meat or vegetables. Are you not used to the food here?"

Zhang Yong also joined the conversation promptly: "I heard that you had low blood sugar a few days ago, Translator Meng. You should eat more at each meal, otherwise your body will not have enough energy."

Meng Youyou's lips twitched uncontrollably.

In fact, when she sat down and looked closely, she saw that there was only a corner of bland cabbage on her plate. She was devastated and wanted to cry but had no tears!
She kept glancing out the window, watching as a large plate of braised pork inside gradually dwindled... less and less... until it was completely empty a minute ago.

Alas! That restless heart of mine has finally died completely.

During this time, Meng Youyou wanted to get up and go back to the window several times, but she forced herself to suppress the impulse.

To cover up her strange behavior of only ordering one vegetarian dish and then rushing over to sit down, Meng Youyou smiled awkwardly and explained, "Um... because I ate something strange a few days ago, my stomach hasn't been feeling well lately. I easily feel nauseous if I eat anything meaty, so I've been eating lighter. I'll be fine in a few days. Thank you for your concern."

The person who was thoroughly resented calmly exposed Meng's grievances on the spot: "The braised chicken with potatoes that the cafeteria made the day before yesterday, I saw that the translator Meng ate it with great relish. And the steamed pork with rice flour for lunch yesterday, and the braised pork slices for dinner, she ate them all. She seems to have a very good appetite."

Meng Youyou: "..."

I rolled my eyes like a giant, deep-seated jerk!
Meng Youyou used all her patience to deal with him. When she met Zhong Heng and Zhang Yong's questioning eyes, she pretended to be calm and said, "I haven't been feeling well these past few days. Sometimes I feel nauseous and uncomfortable, and sometimes I feel okay. I'm not sure what's going on."

After finally managing to smooth things over, Meng Youyou thought for a moment and realized that the best defense is to take the initiative. Rather than waiting to be picked on and unable to defend herself, she decided to move the battlefield.

Meng Youyou quickly retorted, "I never expected that Battalion Commander Huo would care so much about my health and appetite. We didn't even sit together to eat yesterday, but he noticed what dishes I took and whether I finished them, even though we were several tables apart. I'm truly flattered."

After speaking, she didn't forget to put on a perfectly appropriate girlish shy expression.

As expected, as Meng Youyou predicted, Zhong and Zhang's expressions changed immediately upon hearing this. Their gazes were openly and subtly focused on their battalion commander, and their expressions were increasingly varied.

Under her deliberate guidance, Huo Qingshan's attention to her was amplified and exaggerated, taking on an unusual and undeniable quality.

Huo Qingshan finished the last sip of soup in his bowl, put it down, and corrected her without changing his expression: "You're mistaken. Last night you were sitting at the table in front of me, quite close, not several tables apart. I've always had good observation skills, so it's normal that I saw you."

His tone was calm, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary objective fact.

"Impossible," Meng Youyou retorted decisively. Meng Youyou was quite confident in her memory, after all, she had been secretly observing him while eating recently, so much so that it was hard for her to forget him.

She countered logically, "Yesterday you sat at the second table from the left when you came in through the door, while I sat at the table by the window. How were we close? There were clearly several tables between us."

Meng Youyou, whose mouth was running in front and whose brain was chasing behind... immediately realized something was wrong as soon as she finished speaking.

The situation... reversed in an instant.

"Damn it! I've been tricked by that scumbag again!"

Huo Qingshan's thin lips curled slightly, and he calmly admitted in an extremely calm tone, "Oh, then I must have remembered it wrong."

But if you listen carefully... isn't there a hint of schadenfreude hidden beneath this calm exterior?
Then the scoundrel picked up his tray and left with an air of nonchalance.

This guy is really cool!

All that remains for Meng Youyou is a chaotic mess.

Sorry!

Meng Youyou chose to ignore the two burning gazes coming from her side and opposite her.

She stared intently at the retreating figure of the scoundrel who had turned the tables and averted danger with just a single sentence, as he walked further and further away.

His eyes were fixed on Huo Qingshan's back, as if he wanted to stare a hole through it.

Seeing this, Zhong Heng quickly gestured for Zhang Yong to look: "Sigh, such longing, such devotion!"

Meng Youyou had mixed feelings. The last time she watched him leave, she was like a victorious peacock, smug and self-satisfied.

However, at this very moment, in the same cafeteria, at the same noon, and with Huo Qingshan leaving with his back to her, her state of mind was completely different.

Feeling a bit down after her utter defeat and getting soaked to the bone, Meng Youyou ate a few mouthfuls of rice and left.

After Meng Youyou left, the remaining two, like a flood that had been blocked for a long time, finally opened the floodgates and began to discuss endlessly.

Commander Huo, with his masterful skill in using minimal force, remarked: "You little punk, trying to fight me? You're still too inexperienced. Go back and train more..."

Go with the flow, use someone else's strength against them—it's as easy as turning your hand!

Meng Youyou: The clown is actually myself? Am I funny when I try so hard?
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(End of this chapter)