Yuzhou No.4 Middle School.
On the campus avenue leading to the edge of the sea of learning, two cripples struggled forward. Students who did not know what had happened could not help but sigh at the sight. What dedication to learning! Class 8, however, presented an entirely different scene.
Less than fifteen minutes remained before morning self-study began, and the students gradually arrived.
After the chicken soup poisoning incident at School Gate, many students—including pretty girls like Jiang Yanan and Xin Youling—joined the Small Dining Table plan.
At first, Cao Kun had been thrilled. For someone who yearned for freedom, he had discovered for the first time that the Small Dining Table restricting him was actually so wonderful.
Because after Meng Ziyun began eating at the Small Dining Table, Dong Qingfeng could no longer provide his beloved Meng Ziyun with loving breakfasts.
Dong Qingfeng no longer had the chance to bring meals. What gave him the right to compare with Cao Kun? Dong Qingfeng had only spent two months with Ziyun. What gave him the right to surpass someone who had known Meng Ziyun for nearly a year and a half?
His place in Ziyun's heart would always take priority. It would always be irreplaceable.
However! Cao Kun's face darkened with anger. He had never expected that bastard Dong Qingfeng, knowing he could no longer bring breakfast, would actually come up with pre-meal snacks.
Cao Kun had once considered competing with Dong Qingfeng, but the other guy had been far too well-prepared. The snacks he chose were completely inferior, whether in appearance or taste.
He did not want to be a green leaf. He did not want to be a foil, so he gave up.
Cao Kun sat stiffly at his desk. The next moment, Dong Qingfeng appeared at the