"Undergraduate Visual Communication Design major?" Chu Shangli sighed. "Undergraduate grades are very high, and the score requirement for the Visual Communication Design major is especially high. You're amazing, senior."
An unnatural smile appeared on Duan Zhenye's frail face.
"Uh... well, it was just luck. I only scored 0.5 points higher than the required score."
"I'm done."
Qiu Feishuang pushed the cup to the middle of the table and slid her fingers across her watch twice.
Duan Zhenye's communicator beeped twice: "Reminder, reminder, the guest at table 39, seat 3, has placed an order for an extra serving of hot cocoa. Estimated time for delivery: 45 seconds. Please go to the kitchen to pick up your order."
"Drinking hot water right after eating something cold? It's not good for your body and your teeth, right?" Duan Zhenye asked with concern.
"If the food is served in 45 seconds, you only have less than 2 minutes to pick it up. You wouldn't work so hard just to have your salary deducted, would you?" Qiu Feishuang said coldly.
"Yes, yes, Feishuang, you are right." Duan Zhenye bowed and said, "I will go get the food right away."
He hurriedly retreated with the empty glass in his hand, fearing to waste even a moment of time - the salary at Mae Sot Restaurant was high, but for the sake of efficiency, the requirements on food delivery time and praise rate were very strict. If he was slow 3-5 times or received 2 or so bad reviews, he would have basically worked for a month in vain.
Looking at his hurried back, Chu Shangli asked, "Classmate Qiu Feishuang, do you know Senior Duan Zhenye?"
"What senior? He's just a weakling." Qiu Feishuang held up her chin. "I have to say, Xiaoqian really has a special physique. She's like a pure lotus flower, yet she always attracts perverts, scumbags, psychos, and weirdos. Maybe this is what they call a halo?"
She glanced at Chu Shangli meaningfully - although her eyes were completely covered by her red bangs, Chu Shangli could still feel her gaze.
"What do you mean by that, Qiu Feishuang? Since you said Bai Xiaoqian has a special physique that attracts strange people, what does that mean for Qiu Feishuang as her friend?"
"I don't like you, but I like your questions. If you ask me what I am—" Qiu Feishuang placed her fingers on her temples, tucked her sideburns behind her ears, and let them slide down along her earlobes. "I'm a psychopathic, perverted, scumbag, and weirdo. If you add up all the people around Xiao Qian, I'm not necessarily the worst."
“…”
What's going on.
Qiu Feishuang's voice was not loud and her tone was not strange, so why did her scalp tingle and her spine feel inexplicably cold?
It’s so painful and uncomfortable.
It felt like my neck was stuck and even breathing became difficult.
The strong urge to vomit that I had barely suppressed in the examination room came back.
The scariest thing was that this icy chill and the impending fear were quite familiar to him—it wasn't the first time he had experienced it.
The bright red hair in front of my eyes was reflected in my pupils, and brilliant red fireworks exploded, filling my entire retina.
Blood and brains, blood and brains, red, red, red, red, the dead body's screams, the cistern, the baby's piece of meat, the kitten on the street corner, the fallen food, the cage's darkness, the iron bars, the poison, the smelly breath, the cracked lips, the belly's sheet metal, the broken computer, the albinos' eyeballs, the broken light bulb, the maggots, the rotten rice, the cold laughter, the sewage, the children, the cold wind, the tall buildings, the masks, the ropes, the strange looks, the sound of betrayal, the sound of dying alone, the sound of fleeing footsteps, the sound of bones being caught by ropes, the sound of the wind, the sound of falling, the screams, the sounds of sirens and ambulances, the cursed laughter, the sound of people shouting names, blood, red, red, red, red.
Someone patted her on the shoulder from behind. She screamed and suddenly woke up from the sticky bloody hell, but the stench of the daytime fantasy still lingered in her nostrils.
Turning around, they saw the unexpected but also unexpected combination of Chu Moyin with an expression as cold as snow and Bai Xiaoqian with a worried look on her face and a large box wrapped in silk satin in her arms.
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