Chapter 1203: A Test

When that thought surfaced, even Shen Zhilie himself felt a little frightened. He slowed his steps and turned his head to look at Ou Ming’s eyes.

At that moment, Ou Ming’s eyes were vacant, unfocused, and blank.

Shen Zhilie’s brows creased together as he waved two fingers in front of Ou Ming’s face and asked, “How many fingers?”

Ou Ming seemed surprised to hear the question. He answered simply, “Five.”

When Shen Zhilie heard that, the nagging feeling that Ou Ming was pretending to be blind became even stronger. He asked suspiciously, “How did you know?”

“Which idiot would wave two fingers back and forth in front of a blind man?” Ou Ming asked.

Shen Zhilie’s face darkened ominously, and he snapped, “You’re indeed pretending to be blind!”

As he spoke, Shen Zhilie kept his eyes trained on Ou Ming’s face and his eyes, afraid that he might miss a small detail.

But, Ou Ming’s eyes remained unfocused. Judging from that, he didn’t look like he could see.

Under Shen Zhilie’s suspicious scrutiny, Ou Ming started laughing and asked, “So, did I guess it right or wrong?”

Shen Zhilie didn’t speak. He kept on staring at Ou Ming’s face.

Ou Ming raised his eyebrows and asked, “Don’t tell me you were really that idiotic to wave two fingers back and forth?”

Shen Zhilie was rendered speechless. He turned around uncomfortably and shrunk his two finger back into his palm. He began to pull Ou Ming along to the Cantonese restaurant nearby.

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Behind Shen Zhilie, beyond his line of sight, Ou Ming smiled to himself in satisfaction. It was slight and extremely fleeting.

A thought suddenly occurred to Shen Zhilie. He turned around to look at Ou Ming.

When he saw that Ou Ming had no reaction whatsoever, he looked him over and pulled him into a Sichuan restaurant.

Once they were past the entrance, Ou Ming stopped walking and held Shen Zhilie back, saying, “I don’t want to eat spicy food.”

“How did you know?” Shen Zhilie looked at Ou Ming triumphantly. “You’re indeed pretending to be blind, aren’t you?”

Ou Ming replied, “There must be some problem with your nose. Or, is it your brain that’s the issue? The smell is so obvious! Can’t you tell?”

Shen Zhilie didn’t know whether to believe Ou Ming or not and took a sniff. The scent was indeed pungent. He felt dissatisfied, but he quickly pulled him out of the restaurant anyway.

After he entered another restaurant with Shen Zhilie, Ou Ming obediently sat down at the table that Shen Zhilie had arranged. The waitress soon served them their hot tea and left the menus on the table.

Yu Lili wasn’t back yet. Shen Zhilie took a menu and tossed it to Ou Ming, saying, “Order whatever you want on your own.”

Ou Ming reached out and felt for the menu. He soon set it aside. With a change in the focus of his eyes, he asked candidly, “What restaurant is this?”

“Cantonese!” Shen Zhilie lowered his eyes to look at Ou Ming’s hand. “You can’t smell it this time?”

“This place smells of a sanitizer,” Ou Ming said.

Shen Zhilie blushed with embarrassment and gave a sniff. That was indeed kind of true.

Taking over the menu, Shen Zhilie muttered to himself, “Bloody blind man, his nose is pretty sharp.”

“My ears are sharp too. Stop insulting me.” Ou Ming put his hand on the table. As if he hadn’t noticed the hot cup of tea on the table right in front of him, he moved his hand across the table. Down came the cup, spraying its boiling hot contents all over.