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Qin Jiagui's expression grew stern as he said in a deep voice, "Did you forget how many people we have at our school? What use is this little bit of food?"
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked. They were correct; for their group, the food here was indeed plentiful, or at least enough to feed twenty people for about ten days; but for over a thousand people at the school, this food wouldn't even last for a single meal.
Zhang Zhongmou, surprised, hummed in agreement. He found a pile of cigarettes in a glass case nearby and could not help but laugh out loud in excitement. He quickly lowered his backpack and stuffed the cigarettes into it.
This guy was a heavy smoker.
Ma Ziye picked up a packet of instant noodles, tore it open, and sniffed it. She said, "It smells normal, but... can we actually eat it?"
