A Mere Thousand Chapters

The Fatty was puzzled by why Xu Xingcheng had hurried over the moment Xiao Qiao took out the little pastry.

It didn't look like anything special.

Before he could finish wondering, Xu Xingcheng had already crossed the room in a few quick strides and snatched the thing from Xiao Qiao's hand.

The Fatty's eyes widened, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

How could he just snatch something from Xiao Qiao? Under normal circumstances, maybe that would be fine, but now, wasn't she going to go berserk and make a scene? The doctor wasn't here. If she attracted the ghosts, would they have to deal with them themselves?

The Fatty was sweating all over, ready to leap up and restrain Xiao Qiao at any moment. But she didn't start going crazy like he'd expected. She merely shifted her gaze between Xu Xingcheng and the little red pastry, her expression impossible to read.

Chu Changge, seated beside her, didn't look surprised either. He seemed to think Xu Xingcheng taking the thing was only natural.

Little Red, crouching beneath the classroom window, showed no shock at all. Of course, she never seemed surprised by anything. She was simply still glaring angrily at Xiao Qiao.

The Fatty was the only person in the classroom with a look of utter shock on his face. Realizing this, he gradually closed his gaping mouth, trying to look less out of place.

After snatching the little pastry from Xiao Qiao, Xu Xingcheng held it in both hands just as she had, raising it before himself to examine it closely.

Everyone seemed to be taking this thing pretty seriously.

Seeing this, the Fatty couldn't help edging closer to examine the thing in Xu Xingcheng's hands too. But no matter how long he looked, he couldn't figure