The photographer thought Tang Rijie had choked again, so he gaped beside him, gesturing with his mouth shape, reminding him to hurry up and speak.
But Tang Rijie acted as if he saw nothing, his eyes were fixed, his whole body stiff.
The next moment, the chopsticks in his hand dropped on the table with a clatter, startling Xiao Zhao, who was nearby.
"Teacher Tang, are you... are you alright?"
Tang Rijie seemed not to hear, staying in that posture for several seconds. His facial expression kept changing, from excitement to disappointment, then to fear and regret, and finally, all turned into guilt as he muttered, "I... I just seemed to have seen my past life."
"Ah?"
"It's over, Teacher Tang seems to have been poisoned, I've seen someone who got poisoned by mushrooms before, and Teacher Tang's symptoms are exactly the same."
The photographer was very experienced; he took out his phone to dial 120.
But Tang Rijie shook his head and said, "I'm not poisoned."
