Final Volume: A Tiny World in the Dust

"So! Stop saying weird things. You should interact more with others… huh?"

Slap! ...

What am I even doing?

Heaven knows.

By the time I realized it, my body had already moved.

Holding the plate with two Roujiamo, one intact and the other half-eaten, with meat scraps still clinging to the plate, I picked it up with one hand and slammed it hard onto her face. Her beautiful face was first hit with a heavy blow, then smeared with the squeezed-out meat juice and scraps. The oil that dripped down also stained her seemingly expensive white camisole. I felt a bit sorry just looking at it.

Silence had fallen over the entire place.

Crap, it felt like the entire cafeteria's gaze was focused on me. I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.

In this situation, the first thing that came to my mind was—

"...Ah, the Roujiamo is gone."

One Roujiamo costs five yuan, so half of it is seven and a half. The cafeteria food at our school is quite cheap; seven and a half yuan is enough to stuff me. The Roujiamo was just squashed against her face, so its taste shouldn't be affected. It was still stuck between her face and the plate, not having fallen to the ground. If I took it back immediately, it should be fine, though it would be a bit disgusting.

Speaking of which, why was the Roujiamo still stuck between her face and the plate?

"Uh."

It seemed my hand hadn't left the bottom of the plate. I had been holding the plate pressed against her face the whole time.

Should I let go?

I removed my hand from the plate. The plate, no longer under pressure, immediately fell under gravity with a piercing sound. Her face,