Not bad, full of spirit.
The contents left in the fridge were sparse, but it didn't stop Fu Qian from taking some time to prepare himself a breakfast.
And by the time he filled the last piece of perfectly cooked fried egg into his mouth, Fu Qian had completed today's check.
Young people indeed.
The people he had kindly met with yesterday had already started a busy day, each one bustling about.
This included even Classmate Pei, the center of yesterday's events.
Yesterday's experience seemed to have made her acutely aware of the disadvantages of sleeping in; she was now sitting alone in the cafeteria, earnestly devouring the breakfast she had bought.
She was enjoying it, and the almost unchanged assortment from his memories made Fu Qian seem to recall their taste.
Of course, he wasn't that nostalgic.
After washing and tidying up, and confirming nothing unusual, Fu Qian made no extra disturbances and activated the mark on his wrist again.
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