Half a month later.
In the cafeteria.
Zhang Yexin faced the coarse grain rice with a bitter look, as well as the same unchanged radish and pickled vegetables... feeling that he had lost a lot of weight.
Next to him sat Hu Yue, Si Nan, Bai Qiudao, and Yuan Shiyan.
It's not surprising that groups form when there are many people.
"I've been to all the places you can go in the school and there's nothing exciting... especially the library, which is still under construction... It might not even be finished before we graduate, and even if it is, there won't be any books. It's so frustrating..." Bai Qiudao complained as he shoveled down his food.
"Come on, add a sausage!"
Yuan Shiyan sneakily pulled out a sausage, making Zhang Yexin's eyes turn green with envy.
The items at the school's store were ridiculously expensive, with one sausage costing hundreds—it wasn't affordable unless you were filthy rich.
"Thanks, Brother Rich Guy!"
