"Ah, no worries."
Wu Zizhi quickly waved his hand, his tone calm, "The stir-fried pork is too spicy, I'm not used to it."
Not showing weakness to others was his last bit of stubbornness.
Returning to his seat, he felt out of place for the first time, twisting and turning involuntarily, finding it uncomfortable no matter how he sat.
After a while longer, Wu Zizhi really couldn't take it anymore, deliberately looked at his phone for a message, and stood up.
"I need to head back, my roommate said the resident assistant is doing lights-out checks tonight, and it's bad if they take down names for being late."
There were too many defenses broken tonight, to stay any longer would be torture.
Hearing this, Pan Xuan also glanced at her watch, "Ah, it's about that time. Shall we all head back then?"
"Today's Friday, aren't you going to the next event?"
Lu Jincheng, as the organizer, was worried everyone hadn't had enough fun.
