Fang Hui didn't care about people who didn't matter, of course. Since Qiao Ran had pleaded with her like that, she smiled and agreed.
"It's all in the past, so there's no need to dwell on it. Wang Yue was right. This is the last big group we'll be part of in our lives, so no matter what, we should cherish it.
"You don't need to worry about it, either. Just focus on your studies and enjoy the best years of high school."
Lin Jiamo gave Fang Hui a thumbs-up and said in amazement,
"Fang Hui, you're good! You'd definitely get full marks on an essay with writing like that."
"Really?"
Fang Hui was a little embarrassed by the praise and couldn't help lowering her head shyly.
Just then, the waiter began bringing out the food. Chen Xun, Qiao Ran, and Zhao Ye's dishes were ready, but Wang Yue, Fang Hui, Lin Jiamo, and Qiao Ran's four bowls of rice noodles weren't.
Zhao Ye thought it wouldn't be right for the two of them to eat while Wang Yue, Fang Hui, Lin Jiamo, and Qiao Ran just watched. He reached for his chopsticks several times, but in the end, he made up his mind.
"Let's put all the dishes together and share!"
Chen Xun thought that was a great idea. He pulled Qiao Ran to his feet, then joined the two tables together with Zhao Ye. After that, they handed out chopsticks.
Qiao Ran was quick-witted. He didn't want a girl to have to spend extra money, so he called out to the waiter,
"Waiter, when the rice noodles are ready, could you split them into six small portions for us?
"Oh, and we'd like to order one more dish! And two more bowls of rice."
Lin Jiamo and Fang