After coming out of Room Seven, Duan Yiming, Deng Linhui, and He Xiaowei were all excited, even walking with a swagger.
The difficulty of booking a private room at Room Seven, after fermenting throughout the morning, was probably known to everyone who cared about it.
But for such a hard-to-book Room Seven, I can come once a month, and I don't even have to struggle to compete with others for a reservation!
Just ask yourself, am I awesome or what?!
The three of them laughed and chatted loudly on their way, discussing when to come next month and what dishes to order, attracting the attention of students who had just finished eating at the Seventh Dining Hall.
The strange look in their eyes was clearly conveying a message:
These three must be fools, right?
The three of them didn't care at all; compared to having a green pass to Room Seven, what does this matter?
