Living in an apartment: Only children make choices.

Hu Yifei handed Xinling a bag of fries, then continued speaking.

"Class reunions don't really mean much to us."

"Although we did study and grow together in the beginning, after entering society, everyone has different experiences, family backgrounds, and worldviews."

"If we force ourselves to get together, we can only have about ten minutes of conversation about something we have in common."

"And setting aside memories of our school days, what we talked about most was..."

"It's nothing more than an activity to show off one's success to classmates and flaunt oneself."

Xinling asked tentatively.

Don't you like to show off?

Hu Yifei replied instantly.

"I like it."

"But I know when to stop showing off."

“I didn’t attend class reunions when I didn’t have money.”

"Now that we have money, going to class reunions is just blatant showing off!"

"In that case, what's the difference between me and Amanda?!"

Hearing Hu Yifei's reasonable explanation, Xinling didn't say anything more, clearly she also felt that what Hu Yifei said made a lot of sense.

Xinling turned her head and found that Bruce was already playing happily with its cubs...

"Sister Yifei, has Brother Lin been staying at the villa these past few days?"

Hu Yifei nodded and said.

"Yes, we'll stay at the villa tonight and go to the cruise ship tomorrow."

"I won't be able to come back to live here until at least the day after tomorrow."

After saying this, Hu Yifei gently nudged Xinling with her shoulder.

"What, you already miss him after only one day?"

"Or is it that you, little girl, can't stand it anymore?"

Xinling said, blushing.

"Oh dear, Sister Yifei, what are you saying?"

"I was just asking."

"I'm not like you, always so expressive..."

Seeing this, Hu Yifei smiled and spoke.

"Oh dear, you're teasing me now, aren't you?"

"Watch my amazing tickling technique!"

Xinling quickly got up and dodged.

"Sister Yifei, your hands are oily, oily."

"I admit defeat, I apologize."

A moment later, the two sat on the sofa, each with an iced Americano...

After taking two sips, Hu Yifei couldn't help but complain.

"Xinling, I really don't understand."

Why do you prefer iced Americano?

"...Could it be that he has masochistic tendencies?"

Xinling shook her head and said.

"Of course not."

"I consistently took traditional Chinese medicine before my heart disease was cured."

"After I recovered from my illness, I felt a sense of emptiness when I stopped taking Chinese medicine after so many years."

"Until one day I drank an iced Americano, I finally found that familiar feeling again."

Hu Yifei suddenly realized.

"So, after all that, you're just reminiscing about your youth."

"But haven't you ever had an iced Americano before?"

Xinling nodded and said.

"No, congenital heart disease, coffee, alcohol, tea."

"These are normally not drinks."

"There were so many dietary restrictions back then!"

"And missing its taste is one thing, but the key thing is that drinking iced Americano can cure diseases."

Hu Yifei asked, puzzled.

"This is the first time I've ever heard of it."

"What can it cure?"

Xinling said awkwardly.

"Actually, I don't know either."

"But its flavor, I think, will definitely cure something!"

Hu Yifei's lips twitched twice before she spoke.

"Uh, you're right..."

…………

Inside the tennis court.

Zhuge Dali was sweating profusely, while Lin Yun served as her competent sparring partner...

On the other side of the venue sat a Zhuge Liang, watching the show.

Lin Yun assumed that after she finished eating, she would go back to the company to continue working.

But she insisted on coming to the tennis court to join in the fun, so Lin Yun and Zhuge Dali had no choice but to bring her along.

After a few rounds, Zhuge Dali put her hands on her knees and gasped for breath.

"I can't go on, I'm completely exhausted."

"Take a break, take a break for a while."

Lin Yun said with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll sit over there and play with my hands for a while..."

Zhuge Dali looked up and said.

"No, you're not tired yet anyway."

"How about we have a little sparring match with my mom?"

Lin Yun frowned, looked Zhuge Dasheng up and down, and said.

"she?!".

Chapter 1100: Skills vs. Hard Power (Please Subscribe!)

Seeing Lin Yun looking at him like that, Zhuge Dasheng said defiantly.

"Hey, who do you think you are?"

"I was on the tennis team in college."

"They even won awards in competitions!"

Lin Yun asked, puzzled.

"what?"

"Aren't you a ballet student?"

"So everyone around me must have a few special skills, right?"

Zhuge Dali said with a smile.

"It's probably because the people around you are all well-rounded individuals."

"Take Sister Yifei for example, isn't she both academically and athletically gifted!"

When Lin Yun heard the phrase "both scholarly and martial," he immediately thought of Chen Meijia and Zeng Xiaoxian.

Chen Meijia is a typical example of someone who's bad at academics, while Zeng Xiaoxian is a typical example of someone who's bad at everything!

Zhuge Dasheng stood up, stretching as he asked.

"How about it, do you dare to have a competition with me?"

Lin Yun sighed deeply and said.

"Senior, you should know something about my athletic ability, right?"

Zhuge Liang blushed and immediately replied.

"How would I know such a thing!"

Lin Yun said with a dark face.

"Hey!"

"Why are you blushing like a teapot?"

"There are children here, what are you imagining!"