Xue Fanxin did not care about the people and things in the canteen that had nothing to do with her. She left after eating and drinking her fill.
Zhou Xiaotong and the others naturally left with Xue Fanxin. When they left, it was much smoother and more comfortable than when they came. Not only did the strange gazes decrease greatly, but even the mocking and ridicule were gone. Most of the people in the canteen ate obediently. Even if they were displeased, they did not dare to say anything and could only watch the new disciples leave.
The new disciples this year were really extraordinarily arrogant, especially that little girl.
"Xiaomeng, you're simply too powerful. You actually made those people in the canteen obediently distribute enough food to us."
"Xiaomeng, will we offend many senior brothers and sisters by doing this?"
"That's right! If we offend too many people, it will be very troublesome in the future."
