"Doesn't this scene seem a bit strange?"
Clutching a large fried dough stick to her mouth, Tang Wan shifted herself to one side with some bewilderment, leaving the table to the odd pair before her.
Zhou Li, with his arms crossed, was seated on the chair with the air of a defiant warlord, his face etched with unwavering resolve. In front of him, there was a bowl of plain noodles and a cup of soy milk, both steaming hot but untouched.
Opposite him sat Yun Baibai, with a calm smile on her face. Her tableware was very clean, indicating that the girl cherished her food and would not waste a single grain of rice. Sitting quietly on her chair, her delicate and elegant features were filled with tenderness, yet exuded an indescribable sense of firm determination.
"No way."
After a long silence, Zhou Li grunted out two words.
"Mm."
Yun Baibai nodded obediently.
"I said, no, way."
Zhou Li's voice rose by two notches, drawing the attention of the other students.
"I understand."
