Mr. Tang patted Ye Qiu on the shoulder and sighed, without saying anything more. Who truly has a heart of iron? Sometimes it's just because they are forced by circumstances for the sake of family and living.
"What an awful smell, get out of here." After finishing playing ball, it was already time for lunch. Xuanyuan Junrui passed by Liu Tong, speaking in an extremely nasty tone.
Diou Royal Noble Academy has a cafeteria, and the food is very plentiful. But even the most ordinary dish is a luxury for Liu Tong, so he usually brings his own meal to school.
Usually, he would go to a secluded and unoccupied place to eat while holding his bowl, but today he brought two steamed buns, and since he also had homework to do, he thought of eating in the classroom. Little did he expect that this would irritate Xuanyuan Junrui.
What smell can steamed buns have? It was all just Xuanyuan Junrui looking for trouble intentionally.
