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Yan Qing arrived at the restroom, where Qi Qiuluo had already exhausted herself from cursing, leaning weakly against the door.
Separated by a single door, Yan Qing sighed in resignation. He had never seen anyone with a mouth that could run on like this.
Upon hearing his voice, Qi Qiuluo let out a cold laugh before stubbornly retorting, "He’s just anxious! He can’t stand me telling you the truth, but I, Qi Qiuluo, am not the kind of coward who gets scared into silence!"
"He doesn’t even dare to admit it; he’s a complete coward!" As she spoke, she sniffled, her voice echoing clearly in the quiet restroom.
"Stop calling him a coward and think about yourself for a moment! If he wants to keep me locked up here forever, then so be it!" Although her words remained defiant, there was an unmistakable tremor in her voice.
Yan Qing let out a deep sigh of helplessness and slowly walked over to open the door, releasing her from the cramped space.
Once outside, Qi Qiuluo lost her earlier bravado. As they descended the stairs, she awkwardly clutched Yan Qing's arm tightly, refusing to let go. Seeing her pitiful expression softened his heart, and he allowed her to hold on.
The two finally found two adjacent seats and sat down. Tan Ming glanced at them briefly; Qi Qiuluo quickly averted her gaze in guilt while Yan Qing offered Tan Ming an expression full of helplessness.
Tan Ming didn’t dwell on them for long. Nearby, Zhang Liu caught sight of Yan Qing and suddenly remembered something. He turned to Tan Ming and asked, "Senior, has Yan Qing always been such a big eater?"
"Why do you ask that all of a sudden?" Tan Ming replied with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"The person on duty this morning told me that Yan Qing sneaked downstairs around four to eat something. And yesterday, Senior, you filled a bag with food for him and specifically told the cafeteria lady to give him extra rice," Zhang Liu explained earnestly.
Tan Ming looked at Zhang Liu with a serious expression. "Are you questioning me?"
"I wouldn’t doubt anyone but you, Senior, because I know you best," Zhang Liu said firmly, his tone unwavering.
"Why do you think that?" Tan Ming suddenly wanted to know more about his reasoning.
But deep down, he felt extremely uncomfortable because it reminded him of something he wished he could forget—a memory he would rather not revisit.
And that memory was undoubtedly something Zhang Liu wanted to forget as well.
"If you were the culprit, Senior, you would never just stand by and watch everyone in the school perish just to save yourself."
Tan Ming felt that Zhang Liu might not truly understand him. He lifted his chin slightly and asked, "So, what exactly do you want to say?"
"Nothing much, just that Yan Qing eats too much. In these special circumstances, it could become quite a burden," a hint of concern appeared on Zhang Liu's face.
"Then what do you suggest? Should we just throw him out?" Tan Ming's tone sounded like he was telling a cold joke, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.
Zhang Liu forced a smile and said, "Senior, you’re joking. I’m just venting my frustrations to you; I mean no harm."
A flicker of something unusual flashed in Tan Ming's eyes. Although he didn’t articulate it clearly, the implication behind his words made one ponder: I will keep an eye on him.
Zhang Liu had said so much, clearly doubting whether Yan Qing had ulterior motives. If everyone merely accepted that Yan Qing had a big appetite, that would be one thing; but if someone were to take advantage of this and make unfounded accusations, it could lead to trouble.
The first few days might have been manageable, but as food supplies dwindled, if Yan Qing continued to eat so much, he would inevitably face complaints and blame from others. However, if everyone knew that Yan Qing had ulterior motives, then all grievances would likely vanish in an instant.
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