At 7:30 in the evening, there were hardly any people left in the dining area of the Seventh Dining Hall, only a sparse few students, who, having arrived late, were still buried in their food.
Although the Seventh Dining Hall was located off the beaten path, there were benefits to its seclusion.
Take this moment for example: the students, having eaten their fill, left the dining hall to either stroll around the spacious campus roads, gather in circles on the stadium lawn for idle chats, or simply drag their partners into the little forest behind the teaching building...
Ah, university life—always so poetic and dreamlike, making you lose track of where to go.
Unfortunately, Jiang Yu, still a senior student, was not blessed with the fortune to enjoy such a beautiful life.
Inside the kitchen of the Seventh Dining Hall.
Exhausted from a full day's work, Jiang Yu was slumped in a chair, limbs weak, not wanting to move an inch.
