"Ah—ah—"
"What should we do, what should we do—"
"Ni Rou—Feifei—"
In tent number 7, the air was filled with Du Juan's fearful cries.
Outside the tent, Yu Yitong and Lin Qi stood unmoving as if they hadn't heard anything.
The remaining teaching assistant waited for a while, but seeing that the two of them had no reaction and showed no intention of entering to help, he became somewhat uncomfortable.
"Are you two not going in to help?" The assistant furrowed his brow and asked them.
"Help with what?" Lin Qi asked, puzzled.
The assistant: "..."
After a pause, the assistant patiently said, "You're all in the same tent. Even if there are disputes and grudges, shouldn't you show some team spirit at times like these?"
"Hmm."
Lin Qi nodded non-committally.
Thinking she had been persuaded, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief, but after a while, he realized she and the other person were still unmoving.
