Dong Qingfeng was a gifted speaker. Using the excuse of asking Meng Ziyun to critique the strengths and weaknesses of his breakfast, he successfully gave her breakfast right in front of Cao Kun.
Then Dong Qingfeng carried another breakfast over to the new class monitor, Xin Youling.
Congratulating her on becoming class monitor and saying that, as the Study Committee Member, he was willing to cooperate with her work in the future, he gave her breakfast as well.
Cao Kun stared at Meng Ziyun eating breakfast. She ate quickly, with far more appetite than when she ate the breakfast he bought her.
Cao Kun's heart shattered, as though it were bleeding. His hands trembled as he demanded, "Didn't I buy you breakfast? Why, why are you still eating his breakfast?"
Meng Ziyun took a sip of fresh milk. "I wasn't the only one who accepted it. He gave breakfast to lots of people."
"If I don't give him face, how am I supposed to fit into Class 8?"
Cao Kun's heart ached. "You're fitting into Class 8 this way?"
Meng Ziyun said, "We made sacrifices too."
Meng Ziyun drank some milk, then tried the pan-fried buns Cao Kun had brought. "See? I ate your breakfast too. Stop fussing over it."
Clearly, Meng Ziyun was right, yet Cao Kun still felt that his dignity had been offended.
Cao Kun swore that he would make something of himself in Class 8 as soon as possible and protect his woman.
In the southwest corner of the classroom, Chen Siyu sat face-to-face with her older sister, Chen Siqing.
She had gone outside with her sister to buy rolled pancakes. Morning self-study had not begun yet, so her sister had come to Class 8 to finish eating before returning to Class 10.
Chen Siyu