Zhang Zian knew that the fat boy was an uncompromising foodie. He'd even asked if he could eat the larvae. Now that Little Celery was here, he would use the dates to entice him. He could see them, but he could not eat them.
Unexpectedly, the boy was thick-skinned enough to walk over, stretch out his fat little hand, and shout to Little Celery. "Classmate, do you know him? Didn't the teacher teach us not to eat things given to us by strangers? Give it to me. I will help you throw it away."
Zhang Zian thought, "What an outrageous manipulation! Please wipe your saliva before you speak!"
Simple-minded Little Celery was almost fooled. She didn't know the fat boy but seemed to have seen him on campus. After all, from the first grade to the sixth grade, all of them studied on the same campus. On the square where they all gathered, the body shape of the fat boy was very eye-catching.
