The number of faculty and staff dining on the first floor of the Seventh Dining Hall isn't considered small, especially among those young individuals who haven't started families yet. Since their age difference with students isn't significant, they naturally don't mind sitting and eating together with them.
What's more, even some senior school officials, like Xiong Bingsheng and Niu Wenlin, often come to the first floor to satisfy their cravings.
However, since it wasn't quite the end of office hours yet, there weren't many people lined up at the staff-only counter, just five or six people, and it was soon Qin Zhiyuan's turn.
The part-time student working at the counter, responsible for serving meals to the staff, gave Qin Zhiyuan a curious look, finding him unfamiliar but didn't suspect anything. After all, someone of Qin Zhiyuan's age wouldn't likely pretend to be a school teacher just for a meal.
With a smile, the part-timer asked, "Teacher, what would you like to eat?"
