Compared to Chai Wei, who works diligently, Ma Shicheng and his group are truly too lazy; they're actually leaving school during class to buy late-night snacks.
"Hey students, shouldn't you be in class at this time?" The skewer vendor expertly fried the skewers. He was in his early thirties, with a pointy face: "Are you skipping class? Haha."
Ma Shicheng thought to himself, 'No wonder the others say the food at this stand is good, but the owner's emotional intelligence is very low, not likable.'
Zhang Chi chuckled, "Boss, shouldn't you be home with your wife and kids at this hour?"
Cui Yu added, "Why are you out here working?"
The boss's face darkened for a while, then he earnestly advised, "You all should be in your senior year, right? Studying is very important."
Zhang Chi said, "We're in the fourth year of high school."
The boss was puzzled, "Fourth year?"
"A repeat class, we're repeaters." Cui Yu made up nonsense: "Didn't you know?"
