Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

"Really!" Zhang Qilin frowned slightly, looked at Wuxie, and even nodded to increase his credibility.

"That's interesting. Why didn't he give it to Aning, but to me whom he had barely met?" Wu Xie said with a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes. His hand unconsciously groped for the cover of the book. This matter was indeed becoming more and more strange.

The noisy sound outside due to the passing storm was blocked out by a door, and the only sound in the whole room was the breathing sound.

Bai Ran sat on the bedside holding his machete. There was a noise in his ears, but it had nothing to do with him. He didn't belong here. This was the only thing he knew since he woke up. But what did this have to do with him? Bai Ran didn't care at all.

"Come on, come on, Tian Zhen, come and try my cooking!" Fatty Wang's carefree voice rang out outside, causing a new round of noise.

Wuxie opened the door lazily and saw Fatty Wang holding a pot in both hands, adjusting the angle of the pot to prevent any accidents while eating.

Wuxie came out with a smile and said jokingly: "I say, Fatty, you really think you are on vacation! There are fish and wine here, you know how to enjoy yourself!" As he said that, he bumped Fatty Wang's shoulder.

When Fatty Wang heard this, he looked at Wuxie meaningfully, as if teaching him, and said, "Tian Zhen, you don't understand, this is life. Stop talking so much, try it, try how I cooked it. This is a big fish I just caught this morning, it's very fresh." Wuxie saw Fatty Wang's anticipation, so he was about to pick up the chopsticks to pick up a piece to taste, but he didn't expect that Zhang Qilin sat next to Wuxie and picked up the chopsticks to try it.

Wuxie was curious and observed Zhang Qilin's reaction with Fatty Wang. They saw that Zhang Qilin's movements of picking up fish meat were becoming more and more frequent. Fatty Wang breathed a sigh of relief. Wuxie also smiled when he saw it, but when he saw the rapidly decreasing amount of fish meat, he decided to join the battle for the fish meat. So when Fatty Wang reacted, there was not much left.

"You two, leave some for me! After all, I made this myself. What's the point if I don't get to eat any of it?" Fatty Wang roared as he picked up the chopsticks, but there was a smile in his eyes, and the three of them were having a great time.

Bai Ran listened to the noise outside, and suddenly turned his head, which had been in a daze, and stared straight at the door, as if he was looking at something through the door. Fatty Wang's loud laughter was transmitted to Bai Ran's ears through the air without any concealment. Bai Ran pursed his lips, glanced at the door that did not respond after all, and turned around in a huff, but an emotion inexplicably arose in his heart. Bai Ran did not know what this emotion was, but he did not like it very much. However, he knew that once he went out, this kind of excitement would be gone, and he could only hold his machete in depression and continue the action that he had been doing for several days.

Fatty Wang took a sip of the white wine in the glass, sighed with satisfaction, and suddenly his eyes saw the door where Bai Ran was. He paused, then poked Wuxie with his elbow and signaled with his eyes.

Wu Xie's smile paused, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. At least his existing innocence would not allow him to ignore such a person who had helped him; but the young man's reminder and the vigilance that seemed to rise subconsciously in his heart made it impossible for him to treat them normally.

Bai Ran moved his ears, but heard no response, so he had to hold the machete in his hand even tighter.

Fatty Wang saw this and quickly changed the subject. He picked up a piece of fish and put it in Wuxie's bowl. Wuxie also returned to his thoughts, and the three of them resumed their happy atmosphere. However, Zhang Qilin glanced at the door and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.