The lunch bell rang and the previously quiet campus atmosphere changed immediately.
Students poured out from various school buildings, filling the corridors and stairways, finally converging in the plaza, a dense crowd swarming toward the cafeteria.
Chai Wei stood on the eastern corridor of the second floor, looking down at the bustling scene below.
He raised his can, toasting the air in front of him, as if he was toasting the masses below.
His face showed a strong sense of pride, a pride not cultivated overnight, but a spirit forged through countless times of perfect control over everything.
"Dan Xiao, let's go to the cafeteria for a meal later," Chai Wei said calmly.
Strangely enough, he once resisted eating at the small lunch tables, always being coerced by Pang Jiao's group.
But in the past few days, he went to the cafeteria voluntarily every day, and Pang Jiao no longer coerced him, as if they saw him as a tamed dog.
