"Wow! That's my milk lid! Bad dog! Give me back my milk lid right now!"
The presence of Ah Qing was like a toll collector on a highway. One by one, the fierce beasts from the Qinling Mountains came out to collect their meat, ate until half full, greeted Ah Qing, and then headed straight to the School of Animal Science.
With the experience of the past two days, the beasts seemed to understand something, brazenly demanding their share.
"......"
A group of professors and teachers from the Agricultural Research Institute stood in the distance with benevolent smiles, watching as the School of Animal Science guesthouse turned into a refugee shelter, all trying hard not to laugh.
This wasn't them diverting trouble. It was the professors and teachers of the School of Animal Science who proactively asked the Agricultural Research Institute for this.
If the students have complaints, they should go to their professors.
