Chen Yang shook his head and simply sat off to one side, eating pastries and drinking tea.
Ning Rongrong shook her head, cleared the scraps off the table, and took out another piece of iron. Lowering her head, she carefully began carving it with her engraving knife.
Meanwhile, in another dormitory.
Tang San limped to Yu Xiaogang's door. Without knocking, he grabbed it and pulled it open.
Inside, Yu Xiaogang had a bulging, oversized pack strapped to his back and was reaching out to push the door open, clearly about to leave.
Their eyes met. Tang San looked him up and down, and his brows immediately furrowed. Was this old bastard trying to run away? Good thing I got here early.
"Teacher, are you planning a long trip?"
Seeing Tang San standing in the doorway, Yu Xiaogang instantly broke into a delighted smile, the wrinkles on his face bunching together.
"Xiao San, you're just in time."
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly unfastened the straps and dumped the heavy pack straight into Tang San's arms.
Tang San's legs were already injured. Struck by the heavy load, he let out a muffled grunt and staggered twice before regaining his balance.
Before he could say anything, Yu Xiaogang was already hobbling outside on his crutch.
"You heard that commotion just now. Some enemy Flender and the others provoked must have come knocking. Just from the sound of it, they're no ordinary foe. We need to get out of here."
Holding the heavy pack, Tang San sneered inwardly.
This old bastard really was a beast. Faced with life and death, he sold out his brothers without batting an eye.
And to think Flender always looked out for him, even earning the students' resentment over his affairs. Even I feel Flender's loyalty was wasted on him.