When Lin Sanjiu looked at the two rows of words on the menu, her eyebrows furrowed deeply.
As she had been deprived of oxygen for quite some time, her face was already red. The veins on her neck were slowly appearing. She had to try her best to suppress her survival instincts which urged her to breathe and disregard everything. Meanwhile, she also had to use her remaining rationality to considering the obvious problem.
"What should we do?" Lin Sanjiu wrote and flashed the paper to the people around her, "Can any of you think of a good idea?"
Ji Shanqing stood beside Lin Sanjiu and lowered his head to look at the menu. His hair flowed gently past his shoulders and blocked his expression. Additionally, Irezumi carried his communicator and walked over to Lin Sanjiu. In the low-res screen, Number 46 seemed to be thinking hard as he bit a straw in his mouth.
