"What do you think he's pondering?" Class leader No. 5 glanced at Han Fei inside the isolation zone and gently nudged No. 4's arm.
"Probably wanted to become a son-in-law and got rejected," No. 4 said, with Death Intent swirling in his eyes. "I'll admit he has some looks, but good looks won't fill your stomach."
"I can't tell if you're complimenting him or jealous of him." No. 5 knew that No. 4 had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, which is why he enjoyed chatting with No. 4. Debating with someone who is stubbornly outspoken could pass the boring time.
"What is there for me to be jealous of?" No. 4 looked at Han Fei and then at No. 1, who was assisting the school survivors. "I just find it strange that while accepting someone usually takes a long time, he makes me let down my guard and willing to trust him."
"No. 4, I never would have guessed, with your self-destructive tendencies, that your heart is so soft, like a tsundere cat."
"Scram, or I'll hack you to pieces."
