Seventh Dining Hall storage room, of course, now it should be called a temporary box.
After Jiang Yu arranged for someone to clean it up, Qiu Juncheng had carpets laid, sent a big round table and chairs, and hung two paintings on the walls, though it's unclear whose they are.
Although it's still a bit basic, it looks somewhat decent now.
After Liu Xining, Xie Siqi, and others sat in the box, they were still a bit shaken, especially Xiong Bingsheng and Qiu Juncheng, who both broke out in a cold sweat.
If something happens, it's certain they'll be unlucky.
Fortunately, it's just a false alarm.
Xiong Bingsheng regained his composure, reached out to pat Jiang Yu's shoulder, and said gratefully:
"Xiaojiang, really, thanks to you, if it weren't for you, who knows how today's event would unfold!"
