The next morning, in the chemistry hell, chaos reigned once again.
Luckily, before the gates of hell, there was one final buffer—
Breakfast.
This time, Li Zheng's breakfast was shared with Zhang Xiaoke, while he casually explained some recent problems she had encountered.
However, for the other crew-cut students.
This was an even deeper hell.
In the cafeteria, silent and grim, everyone swallowed their food in quiet resignation.
Mid-swallow, Wei Dongyang couldn't take it anymore, abruptly stood up, and stormed to the serving table.
He dumped a large bowl full of tofu pudding.
The rest, sensing his momentum, immediately followed suit.
In an instant, regardless of regional preference for sweet or salty, about a dozen crew-cuts gathered around.
United in mutual disdain, each took a spoonful and all sprinkled it into the innocent bowl of white tofu pudding.
In the blink of an eye, they had scooped the sugar jar empty.
A bowl of ultimate revenge sweet tofu pudding was born.
