Listening to the commotion outside, Su Li wanted to laugh until she squawked like a goose.
Hah, such a pretense of strength.
When lunchtime came around, Shi Tong, always the proactive one, routinely asked her two other roommates about their plans. Su Li, as usual, asked her to bring back food, while Yu Xiaohua shrank in her own space, silently gnawing on a book, nibbling on a tough corn bun, her expression gloomy.
Her entire being seemed to emit the message: "Come comfort me, ask me what's wrong."
If you don't ask me, I won't tell.
Honestly, having a gloomy "mushroom" in the dormitory that could pollute the mood of everyone was something that made people extremely uncomfortable.
Shi Tong, who was quite straightforward herself, saw that Yu Xiaohua was not in high spirits and didn't wish to speak more, so she simply skipped over her and brought back lunch just for Su Li.
By the afternoon, the low pressure in the dorm room had intensified.
