Chapter 502: Chongqing Tyrannosaurus, I am the boss here

Hearing this, Shen Yan looked at her in surprise; he had thought the little girl was quite arrogant and reserved, but it turned out she knew how to be grateful. He smiled indifferently: "It's a small matter, and besides, you are Shanni's younger sister."

Chen Shanni, standing beside them, felt a sweetness in her heart.

She chimed in: "Yezi, you don't need to be so polite with him. If you run into any trouble outside and can't find me, you can look for him; it's guaranteed to work."

"Oh!" Yin Yezi responded in a muffled voice.

Her gaze drifted toward the flowers and trees on campus, and it was unclear what she was thinking about.

Such a cold attitude left Chen Shanni completely confused; she always felt her sister's temperament was erratic, sometimes clear and sunny, other times overcast and gloomy.

More troublesome than a period!

Just then, a chorus of uneven voices drifted into the ears of the three: "Hello, Senior!"

They looked up.

They saw several squads of freshmen sitting on the ground under the sycamore trees ahead, totaling about a hundred people; they were wearing camouflage uniforms and appeared to be resting.

The massive canopy of the sycamore trees rose toward the sky like an umbrella, blocking out the scorching sunlight.

Interestingly, these freshmen were quite thick-skinned; seeing a beautiful, moving senior in a short skirt passing by, they actually teamed up to tease the upperclassmen.

Turning the world upside down!

That senior wasn't very tough either; she was so shy and flustered that she took off running.

This further fueled the freshmen's arrogance, and they burst into laughter over there.

Every time someone passed by, they would shout: "Hello, Senior!"

"Hello, Senior!"

The sight of the upperclassmen fleeing in panic gave them a great sense of accomplishment.

The instructor was grinning with his big white teeth, looking as happy as a fool.

When it was the turn of Shen Yan's trio to pass by, the freshmen performed their routine again, shouting "Hello, Senior," but after they finished, they realized the newcomers were excessively good-looking.

Their eyes were like they had been welded shut, locked firmly onto the three of them.

Their inner thoughts were very consistent.

"So handsome!"

"So beautiful!"

"Twin sisters, wow!"

Quite a few girls even recognized that Shen Yan was the senior who had gone on stage yesterday to represent the upperclassmen.

They all revealed lovestruck expressions.

Facing this formation, Chen Shanni and Yin Yezi covered their mouths and chuckled in embarrassment, wondering why this year's freshmen were such old hands.

Shen Yan, however, waved and greeted them with a pleasant expression, uttering a surprising remark: "Hello, students, thank you for your hard work!"

His voice was neither servile nor overbearing, and his smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze.

With that posture, those who didn't know better would have thought a leader was conducting a National Day military parade.

Boo!

As soon as these words were spoken, boos erupted from below, simply because this senior was too shameless, deviating severely from the performance they had imagined, and even turning the tables to tease them.

Could this be tolerated?

The unexpected sass caught me off guard, Yin Yezi couldn't help but let out a "pfft" of laughter; she had originally thought Shen Yan belonged to the more serious type who didn't joke around, and never expected him to have such a thick-skinned side.

Quite interesting!

Even Chen Shanni, who was long accustomed to Shen Yan showing off his sassy operations from time to time, couldn't help but laugh.

She let out a laugh like silver bells.

This scene made many freshmen's hearts flutter, as if they had found true love.

Senior, I fancy you!

Compared to the boys' restraint, the girls were more bold and proactive, not just limited to imagination.

A round-faced girl with a pretty face in the squad shouted at Shen Yan.

"Senior, you're so handsome, do you want to be friends?"

One could tell from the accent that she was a girl from Sichuan/Chongqing.

"Ooh!"

The freshmen below began to jeer.

Even the instructor had no intention of stopping them, grinning with his big white teeth while watching the show.

Shen Yan, who had just taken two steps, sighed lightly.

Sigh! My sin, my sin; I accidentally stole another young girl's heart.

He smiled faintly and said: "I dare not provoke girls from Sichuan and Chongqing; one 'I am the boss here' makes many men tremble with fear."

Others might not understand the meaning of this sentence, but the round-faced girl understood it in a second.

She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She wondered if the reputation of women from Sichuan and Chongqing was really that bad now, having spread all the way to Hangzhou; how were they supposed to trick local boys in the future?

The round-faced girl still wanted to save the situation and stubbornly denied: "What are you saying? We Chongqing girls are all sweet, gentle, kind, and look pretty and delicate."

Shen Yan wore an expression that said he didn't believe a word of it.

Just then, a freshman below asked: "Senior, what does 'I am the boss here' mean?"

"Ahem!" Shen Yan coughed twice and said meaningfully: "You'll know when you find a girl from Sichuan or Chongqing in the future; it's guaranteed to make you as happy as an immortal."

A few knowledgeable boys present trembled as they snickered.

This "as happy as an immortal" was a damn accurate summary.

After leaving the scene, Chen Shanni couldn't help but curiously ask Shen Yan: "What exactly does 'I'm counting to three' mean, and why would it make men tremble with fear?"

A hint of schadenfreude appeared in Shen Yan's eyes: "Simply put, girls from Sichuan and Chongqing are on the same level as Northeast tigresses; just like Yue'er, when she's gentle, she can't even unscrew a bottle cap, but when she gets angry, she'll unscrew your skull."

There is even a saying circulating on the internet.

The men of Sichuan and Chongqing are made of iron, while the women of Sichuan and Chongqing are the ones who forge the iron.

Think about it, think about it carefully!"

This fresh, refined, and rhyming rhetoric made Chen Shanni and Yin Yezi giggle.

With a charming smile and beautiful eyes, she is a vision.

It is probably nothing more than this.

Yin Yezi had never seen Wu Yueer's irritable side, so she was somewhat skeptical.

"Really? Are girls from Sichuan, Chongqing, and the Northeast really that fierce?"

Shen Yan said with absolute certainty: "How could it be fake? I once heard a case where a woman from Shanghai went to Chongqing, went into a convenience store to buy water, saw no one at the counter, called out and got no response, so she went behind the partition door to take a look."

There was a young man there playing on his phone, perhaps too focused on his game to hear, so the woman called out again, 'Boss, check out,' but the boss still ignored her.

This made the woman's temper flare up; remembering the methods Sichuan and Chongqing girls use to deal with men, she blurted out in a semi-threatening tone, 'I'm counting to three' (I'm counting to three)."

The next second, a miraculous thing happened.

The boss ran over as if by reflex, not even bothering with his phone, saying as he ran, 'Oh! Coming, coming!'"

The woman laughed on the spot, and only after seeing the woman did the boss realize this wasn't his own wife; his expression was incredibly awkward.

Having said that, you should be able to understand the power of 'I'm counting to three' now.

Those with better tempers will count to one and two, and if the man doesn't react, they'll slap him; those with worse tempers go straight to three, and then it's a sound thrashing."

Honk honk honk!

The two women couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter that sounded like honking geese; the vivid description perfectly reconstructed the scene in their minds.

The boss must have been subjected to inhuman treatment quite often to have trained such a skillful reaction.

What a 'I'm counting to three'.

I'm dying of laughter!