Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 173 - 91 The More I Think About It The More
Chapter 173: Chapter 91 The More I Think About It, The More F*cking Excited I Get!
Chapter 173 -91 The More I Think About It, The More F*cking Excited I Get!
“What the heck?!”
Chen Nuanhan answered the video call, glaring fiercely at Su Huai.
When it was just one-on-one, Gou Huai wasn’t scared at all and earnestly extended an invitation, “The sour plum drink project has finally come to a perfect end, and you guys have played a huge part in it. Tonight, let’s call up your roommate and mine, go out for KTV, have a great time, how about it?”
“Not…”
Chen Nuanhan intended to say “not so great,” but she got stuck.
“It’s just, your voice…”
She stared with wide eyes, leaning forward, and with an utterly shocked angle, she stared at Su Huai.
“What’s wrong with my voice?”
Gou Huai feigned ignorance, then suddenly had a realization, “Oh, I’ve been having a little problem with my throat for a while, but now it’s finally back to normal.”
Suddenly several faces crowded into the frame opposite, and the 515 sisters began to exclaim in surprise.
“Gou Huai, is that really you talking?”
Su Huai was full of confusion, “Of course, it hasn’t changed much from before, has it? My voice has been like this ever since it changed… Nuannuan, don’t you remember?”
Ah?!
Me, me, me…
Chen Nuanhan racked her brain to remember, but her memory was a blank slate, prompting a sudden panic as she feared she had neglected Su Huai too much in the past to even forget such important information.
She was furious at Su Huai and had resolved to not show him any friendliness for a while, but now her anger had dwindled significantly, as vulnerable as a tiny flame.
“Who cares about your voice, huh?”
She stubbornly retorted and then sneakily backpedaled, “But when you recited in class during freshman year, your Mandarin wasn’t as good, um, I think there has been some change…”
Su Huai slapped his forehead and then covered his eyes, sighing deeply.
He did so to prevent himself from bursting into laughter.
Yeah, yeah, just keep it up!
Hu Manli leaned over Chen Nuanhan’s shoulder, dramatically exclaiming, “Oh my gosh! Uncle, that little voice of yours is too sexy! Was that crappy voice before because you were sick?”
“Yep, couldn’t put any strength into my throat, it wouldn’t open up.”
Su Huai nodded, replying unabashedly, “Actually, it’s not completely fine now, my arytenoid muscles are still inflamed, so I can only let go a little bit.”
“Wow!”
The sisters were all stunned, disbelief written all over their faces.
Shu Shengnan suddenly grabbed Chen Nuanhan’s waist, demanding, “What else is there that we don’t know about? How come you two have so many secrets?”
I don’t either!
Chen Nuanhan felt wronged to death, but she couldn’t admit it outright, so she just blinked blankly.
“Eh, what secret? It’s pretty ordinary…”
“You call that level of voice ‘ordinary’?!”
Bai Huitian’s eyes widened, she cried out, “If Su Huai records a story just for me, why would I ever lose sleep again?”
“Indeed, it’s very nice to listen to.”
The typically quiet Mi Lu also nodded in agreement, enviously glancing at Chen Nuanhan.
Bai Huitian suddenly covered her face, leaving only her shy eyes visible, “Su Huai, could you record ‘The Little Prince’ for me? I’ll treat you to Jubaoyuan copper pot mutton shabu-shabu…”
“I want it too, I want it too!”
Hu Manli immediately joined in the excitement, not caring whether she could actually do it or not.
Seeing her sisters on the verge of betrayal, Chen Nuanhan couldn’t take it anymore.
“Can you all be done? Keep it together! I’m still mad at him!”
Whether truly angry or pretending, her expression certainly looked upset — there’s a type of anger that’s like swallowing an injustice with nowhere to vent.
Chen Nuanhan was feeling just that.
“Angry? At me?”
Su Huai was startled, playing the fool to the fullest.
Chen Nuanhan frowned, watching the disarray behind Su Huai where three guys were messing around, and she swallowed the insults that were on the tip of her tongue.
“There’s nothing else, then? If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up!”
She didn’t want to give Su Huai any face, but unfortunately, Su Huai was too good at dealing with her.
“Really? You’re actually mad at me over something so trivial?”
Gou Huai looked utterly astonished, half wronged and half indignant.
“Chen Nuanhan, I’m the class president of the big data class. The teacher asked me to accompany the new student to register, and then you guys ridiculed them without rhyme or reason. Have you thought about my feelings?
How have I wronged you?
Even now, I’m thinking of inviting you out to have fun, to ease the tension. As a friend, am I not generous enough?
Oh, is it just because I jokingly deducted 1500 yuan from you?
Fine, I’ll transfer it to you right now. Chen Nuanhan, I misjudged you!”
He ranted and immediately hung up the call, then Su Huai took a cigarette and walked to the balcony.
Chu Changkuo, Xia Yu, and Sao Ji were all stupefied, exchanging glances.
Xia Yu muttered under his breath, “This is bad, Huai seems mad…”
Sao Ji nudged Chu Changkuo, “Chief Chu, go comfort Huai quick…”
Chu Changkuo scratched his head franticly, “Don’t panic, let me think… Damn! I’m not close enough with Chen Nuanhan to mediate this kind of argument!”
The two looked at him strangely, “We’re telling you to go comfort Huai, who asked you to go comfort Chen Nuanhan?”
Chu Changkuo stood his ground, “What’s there to comfort about a big guy like Huai? Nuannuan must be feeling worse, I definitely have to take care of her…”
“Damn!”
The two of them each stuck up a middle finger, then looked worriedly towards the balcony.
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Little did they know…
Gou Huai had just sent out a transfer of 1500 yuan and was grinning at his phone, silently counting one, two, three, four.
About 30 seconds later, the phone screen lit up. Chen Nuanhan had sent a video call request.
