RPAGF Chapter 1226 - 1240: Is She Pretty?
Chapter 1226 - 1240: Is She Pretty?
The bright red court dress set off the girl’s skin as white as snow. Her black, shining eyes, with the outer corners slightly raised, held a trace of alluring charm. Deep and shallow ripples that crashed straight into one’s heart.Her delicate jade-like nose, little vermilion mouth, and the hint of a seductive smile at the corners of her lips made her as enchanting as a fairy.
"Click."
The sound of a phone camera suddenly rang out.
Lin Junyang turned his head and saw a team member actually taking out his phone and aiming it at the big screen to snap a photo, and the other team members were also starting to feel for their phones.
After a chaotic round of frantic fumbling, Lin Junyang finally just yanked out the data cable. Only when he saw the big screen go blank white did he straighten up, clear his throat lightly, and walk step by steady step toward the team member who had just taken the photo.
"Ding Liang!"
"Here!"
Ding Liang stood ramrod straight, his phone almost slipping from his hand. He could feel the vice-captain’s blade-like gaze boring into his back.
What does it feel like to have your heart pierced by ten thousand arrows? Probably just like this, right?
Ding Liang felt a bit awkward about his current situation. He was debating whether he should delete the photo in front of the vice-captain—would the vice-captain at least leave his body intact if he did?
But the moment he thought of that girl whose smile was prettier than a blooming flower, Ding Liang felt that the ancients really had a point: people die for love, birds die for food.
Wait, something about that sounds off?
Lin Junyang’s sharp gaze fell on the hand at his side; the implication was crystal clear without him needing to say a word.
Ding Liang shuffled his feet slightly, trying to use his broad frame to cover the phone—and at the same time cover up his crime.
Lin Junyang hooked the corner of his lips, a smile that looked like he was half amused and in fact was very amused, and asked, "Looks good?"
Ding Liang forced out a smile too, just not a very sincere one, while he mulled over the vice-captain’s question over and over in his head.
With the few years of camaraderie he’d had with the vice-captain in the same camp, he could be sure of one thing: the more harmlessly the vice-captain smiled, the more the damage waiting for the other party would grow at a geometric rate.
But how was he supposed to answer this?
Good-looking, really good-looking, absolutely good-looking. He could tell the girl who’d just been on the screen was the one who’d danced with Lin Junyang during the Nan’an Guard Team performance. In ancient costume she looked even better than when she was dancing.
But could he really tell the truth? Sure, his fists were as big as sandbags and no smaller than Lin Junyang’s, but if he did that now, would it count as overstepping his rank? After all, Lin Junyang was currently the vice-captain of the Special Training Team, and he was only a candidate member.
Yet if he said she wasn’t good-looking, wouldn’t that be blatant lying through his teeth? His mom had told him since he was little that a man should be honest. And who knew—if he said she wasn’t good-looking, this scheming vice-captain in front of him might make his life hell later.
If a not-good-looking woman sent him her photo, wouldn’t that just be her calling him names in disguise?
Ding Liang gripped his phone in a death hold. He was squeezing so hard his palm was already slick with sweat. He was about to be tortured to death by this bizarre atmosphere, while the other team members all watched him like they were at a show, pretending to be calm.
So much for team camaraderie, huh? So much for living and dying together?
Didn’t Lin Junyang say this girl and he were just ordinary friends? Just ordinary friends, and you’re still willing to drive your teammate to his death over her?
"Vice-captain, I was wrong, I’ll delete the photo right now, right now."
In a panic, Ding Liang fumbled out his phone. He didn’t know if it was because he was too nervous or because his palms were too sweaty, but the screen had already been soaked into dysfunction; after tapping several times, he still hadn’t managed to delete it.