"..."
Song Wanqing looked at this group of dorm mates with lines of black across her forehead; Hui Mei didn't even have a boyfriend, so how could she have a heartbreak.
But she didn't expose them.
Instead, she sat down with Zhang Lingchuan.
"Senior Zhang, come, come, come, have some barbecue to fill up your stomach first."
"There's fried noodles here."
"Do you like cold noodles?"
Zhang Lingchuan found that Song Wanqing's dorm mates were indeed very warm, eagerly stuffing him with food.
"Eh... why does this drink taste so strange? Is there a hint of alcohol??"
Just when he was feeling thirsty from eating too much barbecue, they thoughtfully poured a drink for Zhang Lingchuan, saying it was some niche beverage.
But upon his first sip, he felt that besides the soda taste and sweetness, there was a faint alcohol flavor in the drink.
