Lu Shuwu listened to these words, smiled, and said,
"Then starting tonight, let's all eat in the dining hall."
Jiang Yu didn't say anything; after eating his fill and resting a bit, he got up, made himself a cup of tea, and headed out of the kitchen into the private room.
As soon as he stepped out of the kitchen, a gust of cold air from the air conditioner made Jiang Yu, who had been sweating, shiver involuntarily. It was like eating a piece of icy watermelon on a hot day, and he felt a refreshing coolness in every pore of his body.
Standing outside the private room for a moment, Jiang Yu, not wanting to linger in the cool air, was just about to push the door to go inside when he noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone was walking toward him, eyeing him as they approached.
He hadn't even had the chance to turn his head when he heard a strange but pleasant voice saying:
"Hi there! Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang Yu?"
