chapter eleven: not another fanboy. chapter eleven: not another fanboy. [ as flat as a pancake ]   “Hey,” Himchan said coolly with a smirk, definitely looking smug. His right hand was on the table for support, the other was on the back of Krystal’s chair. He was leaning close to her face, just too close. If it was an animated movie, a cold breeze must’ve literally swept off across the whole cafeteria from his conceit.   “My friends,” he continued, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, “over there bet me that I wouldn’t be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful girl in school. Do you want to buy some milk shake with their money?”   Krystal gave out an are-you-for-real look, scoffing.   “That’s totally escalading quickly, dude,” Luhan silently commented, keeping an eye on them as he drink from his can of Mr. Pepper.   Truth to be told, it was a bit impressive that he can at least speak English although the pronunciation was totally hilarious. But nonetheless, Krystal wasn’t into him. You could definitely tell if she likes a guy. Stealing glances, flirting around, naughty smirks, evocative smiles, fanning herself with her hand, and an awkward conversation just like what happened when she met Tao for the first time.   “So,” Himchan cleared his throat, “what do you think?”   “I’m not a fan of shakes, sorry.”   “Jinjja?”   “But I am,” Luhan grinned.   “Please move aside.” Krystal pushed Himchan lightly as she grabbed a pen and