The next day, when Ye Zhun passed by the snack shop, he went in and bought a packet of fruit candy, which he placed in his backpack.
His sister had said that people with hypoglycemia could ease an attack by stuffing a piece of candy into their mouths.
Fu Xingrui carried candy around with him for probably the same reason.
That guy seemed unreliable; Ye Zhun buying a packet too seemed like a precaution.
"Little Yezi," Fu Xingrui jumped from behind him, casually resting a hand on his shoulder, "let's go have breakfast together."
Ye Zhun remembered that when he had gotten up this morning, Fu Xingrui was still sound asleep.
"I already had bread this morning," Ye Zhun removed his hand, "Do you always like to cling to people's shoulders?"
Walking this way felt so awkward.
"Bread?" Fu Xingrui looked unconvinced, "That kind of unwholesome stuff isn't good for you. Starting tomorrow, we'll go eat breakfast in the cafeteria together."
