Chapter 90: King Is Dead

Lu Chen's gaze was deep: "Borrowing an old man's saying, Miss Xie is a wonderful person; I think you might have a chance to become close friends despite the age gap."

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Xie Wantang gave a modest smile.

Whether they can become close friends despite the age gap isn't up to her alone.

She pays attention to Professor Wu because of King.

Seeing Lu Chen's car, Professor Wu, already leaning on his cane, was preparing to walk down the hotel steps; the hotel greeter, noticing this, both turned and walked toward him to offer help, but he refused.

Lu Chen really wasn't mistaken; he is indeed an old man with a temper.

Oh, right, Professor Wu doesn't like being reminded of his age.

She can't call him "old man".

She can only call him Professor Wu.

Lu Chen got out of the car first, lifted the wheelchair from the trunk, Xie Wantang stood there leaning on her cane waiting, and after Lu Chen unfolded the wheelchair, she sat down.

Seeing this, Professor Wu on the steps suddenly halted his steps.

The next second, he turned around and stepped back up the stairs.

He walked so steady and fast, as if he had wind-fire wheels under his feet.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from sight.

Facing this, Lu Chen remained calm, but Xie Wantang felt uneasy: "Does Professor Wu dislike me like this?"

"It depends on the standpoint."

Lu Chen put that very artfully.

Xie Wantang understood.

The Professor Wu who had just been standing on the steps was speaking from the standpoint of Lu Chen's maternal grandfather; he had been eagerly awaiting, wanting to see what kind of woman his grandson had taken a liking to.

When he discovered that the woman his grandson liked was actually a disabled person in a wheelchair, he naturally became angry.

Since it wasn't proper to make a scene there, he therefore turned and left.

Setting aside his identity as Lu Chen's maternal grandfather, he is simply Professor Wu.

And she is merely a student who wants to learn from him and attend his lectures; thus, whether she is disabled or not is irrelevant.

Lu Chen, seeing Xie Wantang's clear and perceptive gaze, knew she had understood his words.

He secretly praised her in his heart for being truly smart.

Lu Chen, along the slope beside the hotel, pushed Xie Wantang into the hotel, gave his name to the greeter, and the greeter led them to a private room on the second floor.

The hotel had an elevator; seeing Xie Wantang in her wheelchair, the guests were all well-mannered, and nobody tried to cut in front of her.

Upon entering the private room, Professor Wu was inside feeding the fish.

Hearing the door open, he straightened from his bent-over feeding posture, leaned on his cane, and walked out from behind the screen.

His expression was solemn.

"Professor Wu, good evening, I'm Xie Wantang." At that face-to-face moment, Xie Wantang took the initiative to greet him and then introduced herself.

"Good evening, little miss, hearing this kid say you admire me greatly, so you wanted to meet me in advance?" Professor Wu was also quite direct.

As expected, he didn't mention his relationship with Lu Chen at all.

"Yes, Professor Wu's explanation of voiceprints left me deeply impressed; moreover, he even brought up a deity like King."

Xie Wantang completely did not hide her admiration for Professor Wu, especially her admiration for King.

Professor Wu gave Lu Chen a complex look, "It's getting late; go sit over there and order first."

"Once the dishes are chosen, press the bell and they'll bring them up." Lu Chen said with a smile, all ingratiating.

He felt grateful that the old man didn't give him a cold shoulder.

"Then let them serve the dishes."

Professor Wu took the seat of honor; the three of them dined, having booked such a large private room, which was truly wasteful.

However, this was Lu Chen's filial intention, and Professor Wu naturally accepted it.

Lu Chen pressed the wall bell, turned to push Xie Wantang, but she politely declined; she took her cane, leaned on it, and step by step slowly moved to the table, leaving her wheelchair by the wall.

She wasn't stupid; she could tell her wheelchair had annoyed Professor Wu, so she let it stay farther away.

Watching Xie Wantang so independent, refusing Lu Chen's help, leaning on her cane and walking with such difficulty yet still coming over, Professor Wu secretly admired her.

"Little miss, how did you injure your foot?" Professor Wu asked directly.

"A sudden car accident, and when I woke up I was like this." Xie Wantang said.

"Really? Can it still be cured?"

"It should be possible, as long as I undergo proper rehabilitation."

"Then that's good; listen to the doctor, cooperate fully, and I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you, Professor Wu."

The waiters brought the dishes one after another, then withdrew; the three ate and chatted, Professor Wu enjoying the fresh sweet seafood on the table, "I've been to many coastal cities, but the seafood from Haishi is still my favorite."

"This dipping sauce, the taste is simply superb."

"As long as you like it, that's fine." Lu Chen peeled the shelled shrimp, scooped half onto Professor Wu's plate, and gave the rest to Xie Wantang.

Lu Chen is very good at taking care of people.

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Xie Wantang expressed her thanks.

Lu Chen is excellent at shelling shrimp, his hand speed extremely fast; Xie Wantang hadn't finished shelling even one, while Lu Chen had already shelled half a plate.

"What do you call him?" Professor Wu suddenly asked.

"Mr. Lu."

"Oh."

Professor Wu nodded, realizing suddenly that he had been tricked by that brat Lu Chen.

Perhaps, this girl could not possibly be the one he was pursuing.

Otherwise, how could this girl possibly address him like that?

That brat probably just wants him to take in Xie Wantang.

Making him go around such a big bend gave him a fright.

That little brat, when we get back, I'll see how I deal with him.

After finishing their meal, Professor Wu drank a big bowl of the red mushroom chicken soup he had been craving for a long time, then wiped his hands, looked at Xie Wantang, and his expression grew even more solemn than when they first met.

"Little miss, that's how it is: the two spots for Lu Chen were given by me; that young man surnamed Su has already passed my initial test, and on your side, according to the rules, I also need to test you."

"To join my training class, liking it isn't enough; you also need some talent."

"Simply put, you first need to get started—you don't object to that, do you?"

Xie Wantang nodded, "No objection, Professor Wu; you can test me. My master taught me a little, I know some, but I certainly don't know as much as you and King."

Xie Wantang was very modest, and at the same time she mentioned King again.

She really felt embarrassed to ask Professor Wu directly about King's contact information in front of Lu Chen.

After all, they had only just met.

If after a few more lessons Professor Wu remained fairly satisfied with her performance, she might then have the courage to ask directly.

For the first time, better take it slow.

"Don't keep bringing up King; that brat is already dead." Professor Wu suddenly became irritable.

Xie Wantang: "……"

Xie Wantang was utterly shocked.

No matter how she thought about it, she never imagined that the deity she admired had already passed away.

Before this, she didn't know whether that deity was male or female.

Now she knows it was a male.

But……

She no longer has a chance to study with him, nor to PK against him.

It's not exactly heartbreak, after all they didn't know each other, and she doesn't even know whether he was round or flat.

She just feels a bit regretful.

It's a regret that she never got to spar with such a deity before heaven grudged the talent and took him away.

"Little miss, are you ready? I'm about to start the test."

"Just a moment, Professor Wu, sorry, I want to go to the restroom first."

"……"