"I don't know either. It suddenly came just now, there were no notifications in advance." An Xingsheng was clearly a bit flustered at that moment.
Wang Zijia furrowed his brows, raised his head and nodded at the crowd at the back of the classroom as a greeting.
Then, after a moment of hesitation, as usual, he took out a lunchbox and said, "You're in luck today, my little cook has developed a new dish."
The expressions of the junior brothers down below contorted, while the newly minted junior brothers appeared a bit curious.
A number of the big shots at the back of the lecture hall began to show interest. Clearly those who were here had heard of Wang Zijia and his peculiar habit of feeding his disciples "dark cuisine".
Wang Zijia waved his hand and gave each disciple a piece of dried fish that smelled ten times stronger than canned fish. The lecture hall was instantly filled with a foul smell.
