The cafeteria, Zhang Chi's graveyard seat.
Lei Chi from Yuzhou No. 3 High School looked at the pack of tigers and wolves around the table, his expression constantly shifting.
He would never forget how, five minutes earlier, he had entered the cafeteria and seen the lovely girls at Table 29.
He remembered what the seller had told him when he bought the meal seat: "I drew an all-girl table, and it pains me to sell it to you."
Lei Chi had been overjoyed. Then, after a short-haired girl pointed it out, he realized he had mistaken 29 for 26.
He had gone to the wrong table.
Then, he found the real Table 26.
Pang Jiao held her chopsticks and lunch tray, roaring, "Zhang Chi is finally dead!"
Wang Yanyan's flounder-like eyes rolled around as she half-covered her face. "Classmate, how much did you pay for the meal seat?"
Although Wang Yanyan was very ugly, she was actually wearing black stockings!
Lei Chi answered reluctantly, "Twenty yuan."
"Oh my, our value has actually gone up!" Wang Yanyan was delighted. Besides, this classmate had quite a fit body.
Zhang Yifei's gaze stuck to Lei Chi, her eyes full of tender affection. "You were actually willing to pay such a huge price just to have a meal with us!"
Li Shengnan said, "Roar roar, next time I'll definitely help you bargain with Zhang Chi!"
Looking at those dinosaurs, Lei Chi, who had always been strong, somehow felt a deep sorrow well up inside him.
Wang Yanyan said, "Jiaojiao, don't rush to eat yet. Didn't Qiang Li say that you had to take a photo and check in with him before every meal?"
As she spoke, Wang Yanyan used her chopsticks to put some food in a bowl: half a corn bun, a few