The other three girls had secretly agreed to cooperate. Zhao Yuanzhen, who knew nothing about this, was trailing behind Yan Yu, while trying to interrogate him through a whisper transmission:
"So what exactly is your relationship with them?"
"Comrades-in-arms, of course," said Yan Yu.
Zhao Yuanzhen didn't believe him; she just glared at him suspiciously.
Glare.
"Even if you manage to find flowers on my face from staring, we are still just comrades-in-arms," Yan Yu continued.
"So why do they all seem to like you?" Zhao Yuanzhen persisted.
"How would I know?" Yan Yu retorted, "First off, I don't even know if the 'true feelings' spoken by their replicas are real or fake; secondly, even if what they said is all true, what's that got to do with me? Should I go around slapping each of them twice on the cheeks, saying 'You think you're worthy of liking me'?"