They Better Be Edible

Zhao Lifei placed the razor into her jacket's pocket and was about to walk off when she felt someone grab the edges of her pants. She glanced down and saw the lanky boy from earlier.

"What do you want?" She snapped, her ill-tempered self coming out. She checked her wristwatch and groaned. She was late for her therapy session.

"T-thank you for s-saving me…" The boy whispered, hurriedly releasing her leg and scrambling to his feet.

"You can thank me by leaving me alone." She muttered when randomly, a bottle of ice-cold soda was thrust in front of her face. She blinked. Where did he get that from?

"And it's not called saving. More like giving you a break. You should learn how to do the minimum standard push-ups and sit-ups if you want to give back to your country." She reprimanded him, placing her hand on her hips.

"I-I'm sorry...I'll practice more from now on." He diligently said.

Zhao Lifei nodded her head.