It was nine in the morning, two hours after they had arrived on the deserted island, and none of the eight guests had eaten a bite.
Skipping breakfast alone might have been bearable, but they had only been given a compressed biscuit the night before. With their stomachs already half-empty from last night, this morning's hunger was all the harder to endure.
At last, Qiu Chengye couldn't take it anymore and sprang to his feet.
"I refuse to believe there's nothing to eat in a forest this big. I'm going to find food. Who's coming with me?"
He swept his gaze over the group sitting on the ground, letting it linger a little longer on Liu Woxing.
But Liu Woxing didn't even glance at him. She was completely absorbed in Xie Mi's handiwork.
"Teacher Xie, what are you making?"
"A sharpened stick. If we come across a stream or something, we can use it to spear fish."
Xie Mi worked away with her head down, using a stone to sharpen the tip of a wooden stick to a fine point. Once she saw that it pierced a leaf with ease, she nodded in satisfaction. "Done!"
Liu Woxing couldn't help smiling. "You're so good with your hands, Teacher Xie."
Having witnessed the whole exchange, Qiu Chengye practically turned green with rage. Like a firecracker going off, he charged between them, knocking Liu Woxing aside.
"Xie Mi, don't you have experience with Deserted Island Survival? Come find food with me!"
[What's going on? Has the sun risen in the west? Bro Mimi actually invited Old Xie himself.]
[I told you, once a son grows up, he'll eventually acknowledge his roots.]
[Has my bro Qiu finally surrendered to Teacher Xie's reign of terror?]
[But why do I feel like there's some hostility in