Lu Sheng had just taken a sip of soup when he heard that and sprayed it out, nearly choking on his tentacles.
"And then?"
"What do you mean, and then?" Andy's eyes widened. "Aren't you panicking? Aren't you excited? This is a great age—the very moment for you and me to spread our wings and achieve grand ambitions! Perhaps our futures will undergo enormous changes because of this!"
"I don't want to change. I think things are fine as they are. Hello, another basin, please. Thank you."
Lu Sheng handed his emptied washbasin to the waiter beside him. Recently, his appetite had increased again.
"Are you a pig!? My God!" Only then did Andy notice that Lu Sheng was actually eating out of a basin. "Right, how's that Kafi Si doing now?" Lu Sheng suddenly remembered and casually asked.
Andy froze, then pointed at a black-and-white memorial portrait in the front right.
"Isn't he right there?"
Lu Sheng: "..."
"The portraits here are all students confirmed dead last week whose bodies haven't been found. See that? He's the third one. Poor kid—he barely got to enjoy the good life before he was gone. Who knows what his family must be thinking. They're probably weeping themselves half to death. After all, he was their only child." Andy sighed sentimentally.
A row of portraits hung on the right wall of the cafeteria, all students who had disappeared or died each month for one reason or another. Lu Sheng looked carefully at the third one.
Kafi Si wore a faint smile, looking confident and full of passion. He had been a good kid, truly. "Yesterday, I saw A Er Ni and her little maid leaving the hospital. You know, I often have to pick up medicine for my female companions, so I inevitably