"here."

The person in front of Cen Yu in line suddenly waved, indicating that he and He Yuxing could sit at their table.

Cen Yu carried the tray over. The food provided in the cafeteria was very simple, mostly common foods, not the various canned goods and nutrient solutions made from mutants that were most common in the post-apocalyptic world—no wonder the Qingshan Middle School instance was so popular back then.

Cen Yu, carrying a metal plate, took chopsticks and a spoon and sat down next to the student with He Yuxing.

"I have an exam the day after tomorrow, so annoying." Besides the student from before, there were other people at the table. They greeted Cen Yu, some started comparing answers, and others asked for the answer to a certain question.

Cen Yu propped her head up with her hand, holding a spoon in one hand...

He couldn't actually see anything strange about this instance.

He Yuxing, standing next to Cen Yu, was intently picking through the carrots in the vegetables with his head down... Seemingly noticing Cen Yu's gaze, he turned to look at Cen Yu with a questioning look, as if asking why Cen Yu was staring at him.

"It's nothing," Cen Yu said, propping his head up with his hand. "Eat your food."

The food in the cafeteria wasn't particularly delicious, but it wasn't bad either.

The people around them were still chatting about trivial things, like the TV series they watched last week... The group inside the tower also found an empty table and sat down, occasionally turning their heads to look at Cen Yu and He Yuxing.

Cen Yu walked through the crowd and met the eyes of the bespectacled man, then looked away.

A television is hanging in the cafeteria.

Everything seemed ordinary, and Cen Yu couldn't quite figure out what the key to this instance was.

The students ate very quickly. "Hurry up, or we'll be late for evening self-study," the person whispered to Cen Yu, then hurriedly began clearing away the plates.

"What's your name?" Cen Yu suddenly asked.

"Me?" The man pointed at himself strangely. "Cen Yu, you really have a bad memory for people."

"I am Wang Ke!"

As Wang Ke spoke, he looked at He Yuxing and asked, "Has Cen Yu's symptoms of not recognizing people gotten worse again?"

He Yuxing put down his chopsticks and looked at Wang Ke, "Xiao Yu is a little face-blind."

“Yes, I have face blindness,” Cen Yu said.

Wang Ke didn't seem to mind, as if he was already used to Cen Yu's habit. He then told Cen Yu to finish his meal quickly and not to be late for evening self-study.

“The head of the teaching department has been cracking down hard lately,” he told Cen Yu. “You mustn’t get caught by him again.”

“Wait, we’ll go with you.” Cen Yu also stood up with his tray. He had no idea what grade he was playing here. If he didn’t follow Wang Ke, he probably wouldn’t be able to find the classroom when evening self-study started.

After seeing Cen Yu stand up, He Yuxing also picked up her tray and obediently followed behind him.

When the group inside the tower saw them move, they were about to stand up as well, but after the bespectacled man whispered something, the group sat back down in the cafeteria.

"Cen Yu, did you offend them?" Wang Ke asked in a low voice. He had also noticed that the group of "thugs" inside the tower were staring at Cen Yu.

Cen Yu thought for a moment, "They want to bully He Yuxing."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ke had a look of sudden realization. "You saved He Yuxing!" He put the plate on the recycling station and then said to Cen Yu, "If they dare to cause you any more trouble, go find the head of the teaching department."

"He can definitely help you."

...

The classroom looked normal.

Perhaps because they arrived too late, there weren't many empty seats left in the classroom, and Cen Yu found his and He Yuxing's seats at a glance.

After sitting down, Cen Yu glanced at the name on the homework book—

It was indeed him and He Yuxing.

Cen Yu opened his book, and besides his name, there were also doodles he had drawn on it… He Yuxing, who was beside him, paused for a few seconds after opening his book. Cen Yu turned his head and looked over, and found that He Yuxing's book was covered with small red writing—

[Get out of here!]

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

Get out.

He Yuxing looked a little bewildered, seemingly not understanding why his book had turned out this way.

"No way," Cen Yu muttered, "There are bullies in the dungeon?"

He suddenly remembered the agreement in dormitory 302, one of which was to be united and friendly and to prohibit any violent behavior.

He Yuxing seemed to be facing this situation for the first time. He looked down at the dense red characters on the book, and then whispered to Cen Yu, "Is this a clue?"

Cen Yu snatched his textbook and turned around—

"Let me find out."

Cen Yu turned around, holding up He Yuxing's textbook filled with large red characters, and asked the two people sitting behind him, "What's going on here?"

"Did you see who did it?"

The two people who had been whispering to each other immediately fell silent when they saw Cen Yu turn her head... They exchanged a glance before speaking to Cen Yu—

"I didn't see it."

"Didn't He Yuxing draw this himself?"

"He's a good liar."

Cen Yu glanced at the two of them. "Why did He Yuxing lie?"

“He said he could predict the future,” one of them suddenly laughed. “That’s hilarious.”

He also said we would all die.

"..." It wasn't exactly a lie. Cen Yu looked at the two people laughing heartily, his emotions a bit complicated.

No one knows how the dungeons in the apocalypse are generated—the content is random, and the plot and level of danger are unpredictable—after decades of research, it was discovered that some dungeons probably originated from the strong emotions of the dungeon owner.

Happy, sad, resentful.

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