"Brother Dong, about that old man at lunch today..."
Just as he was speaking, Sun Zhicheng suddenly yelped in pain, clutching his stomach, his face turned pale.
"What the hell!"
Lin Dong noticed something was wrong. "What's up?"
"The tofu is poisoned," Sun Zhicheng grumbled. "I can't take it. You guys go ahead, I need to hit the restroom."
"Alright." Lin Dong wasn't too bothered.
Getting an upset stomach from cafeteria food is purely a matter of chance. It depends on the person; some have more sensitive guts.
After Lin Dong left, Sun Zhicheng rushed wildly.
He glanced at the decrepit toilet on the left and jogged over. Stomping hard, the light flickered and went out.
The faucet dripped, each drop landing on the countertop with a crisp sound.
His heart skipped a beat, hesitating slightly. But the cramping in his stomach left him no choice but to close his eyes and plunge in.
