The area around Jiang Feng's stall was unusually lively.
At this moment, a few male college students hurried over. Seeing the long queue, they immediately regretted their tardiness. They had arrived too late.
However, they didn't want to give up.
The four huddled together to come up with a plan.
"What do we do? There are so many people; we'll definitely not get our turn."
"How about one of you pretends to be dead, and we scream 'Help!'?"
"Could that work?"
"What else can we do? We won't get any otherwise!"
The four whispered among themselves.
There were many people around, and no one paid attention to them.
Soon, the four had concocted their plan.
One of the guys suddenly let out an "AH!" and collapsed to the ground.
The other three college students immediately began their performance.
"Holy crap! Bro, what happened to you?"
"He's got low blood sugar; he's fainted from hunger!"
"This type of low blood sugar can only be cured by a roast duck!"
