Cafeteria.
Buzzing, endlessly flowing.
He Bi stood inside the food window, wearing a perfectly suitable smile on his face, as he rejected one enthusiastic request after another from the juniors. For example, one male student stared at He Bi with a flattering face and said, "Senior, you're exceptionally handsome today, comparable to the braised pork in your hand. Can I have an extra piece of braised pork?"
He Bi, with a cold face: "I admit I'm handsome, but I won't give you an extra piece of meat, not even a spoonful of sauce."
Male student: "Why?"
He Bi: "I'm handsome, I'm capricious."
Seeing he couldn't win him over, the male student regrettably had to pick up his tray and walk away, secretly muttering as he left, "Miser."
And then.
Next up.
