Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Because he didn't even need to play the Joker; he *was* the Joker himself...

"It's so nagging."

Lin Qingxue rolled her eyes at Qin Yu and the other two, somewhat speechless.

Li Jun took a deep breath, forced himself to cheer up, and decided to take another gamble.

After all, if those five Ws are spent and there's no result at all, it would be a complete waste.

Li Jun shakily picked up his chopsticks again, then secretly let go and dropped them to the ground.

boom!

Li Jun slammed his fist on the table in anger, and said helplessly and bitterly:

"Damn it! It still doesn't work!"

Qin Yu and the other two: "..."

You're a real actor, kid. It's a shame Gotham City doesn't hire you for a movie.

But clearly, Lin Qingxue didn't see through this somewhat clumsy acting, and looked over with concern, saying:

"If it still doesn't work, then don't force yourself. What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

Upon hearing this, Li Jun was overjoyed, but outwardly he feigned embarrassment, scratching his head and saying:

"This is not good."

"It's okay, we're all classmates, it's only right to help each other out."

Lin Qingxue smiled and shook her head: "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

"That would be disrespectful."

Li Jun could no longer hide the smile on his face, and nodded with a slightly shy smile.

Just then, Wang Hao, who had been eating silently, suddenly realized that he hadn't said a word again and his presence was almost zero.

With that in mind, he decided to get some screen time and make himself feel relevant.

He wiped his mouth and said with a smile:

"I'm full, let me feed Li Jun instead."

Upon hearing this, Li Jun's pupils widened suddenly, and he almost fell off his chair.

His eyes immediately glared angrily at Wang Hao. "No way, what the hell are you doing here again?!"

Li Jun barely suppressed the urge to slap Wang Hao across the face, and said with a forced smile:

"Wang Hao, you used to have a big appetite, why are you eating so little today? You're still growing, you should eat more!"

When he said the last few words, Li Jun emphasized them and said them through gritted teeth.

The meaning is quite clear: you'd better go somewhere cool and stay there.

However, honest Wang Hao couldn't understand the hidden meaning in his words, and scratched his head with a smile, saying:

"It's okay, I'm almost two meters tall now, I don't need to grow any taller."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingxue nodded.

"Alright, then you feed him."

As he spoke, he stood up and switched seats with Wang Hao.

Looking at Lin Qingxue, who was now several seats away from him, Li Jun fell into a long silence...

"Come on, Li Jun~~~"

Wang Hao used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fatty beef and offered it to Li Jun, whose face had darkened.

Li Jun didn't want to say anything; he just wanted to kick this damn guy out.

What a crime!

After having hot pot, everyone returned to the hotel to rest.

Qin Yu sat in his chair, instinctively wanting to start writing, but as soon as he turned on his computer, he suddenly realized that his task of playing the role of a novelist was already complete, and there was no need to write anymore.

"Tsk, tsk."

Qin Yu shook his head with some regret, thinking that his readers must be missing him terribly right now.

Thinking of this, Qin Yu couldn't help but open the book review section of his novel.

Well, the comments from the readers below... well, they can be considered as expressions of longing for him.

"The seventh day of visiting that bastard's grave."

"Eunuch authors are short-lived, superficial, and short-lived."

"You dog author, do you dare to give me your home address? I want to show you some good stuff."

Of course, these people are generally of good quality.

A more common type of comment is actually like this.

"You idiot author, I'll fuck your ass off!"

"I wish your whole family would be damned and your mother would be a bastard!"