She glanced sideways and said softly to the classmate, "Thank you."
The classmate with the paper: "..."
What the hell, I didn't even react! How did you get my paper?!
In the next second—
"Ah!"
The girl's scream nearly lifted the cafeteria's ceiling.
Rong Zhi finished wiping her hands, casually tossed the crumpled paper towel aside, forming a perfect arc and landing precisely in the trash can beside the cafeteria.
A small gasp sounded next to her.
She glanced at Chi Cha, who had fallen on the ground, and then turned expressionlessly to look at another standing girl. The scream had just come from her mouth.
The delicate and charming girl was frightened, her face losing color. Dirty brown soup mixed with food juices slowly slid down her face onto her shirt, making her black and white school uniform a mess, dirty and chaotic.
Various smells mixed together, somewhat unpleasant.
