At the entrance of the Seventh Dining Hall, Liu Xiaohu and the others were still slowly inching forward. The canteen had been open for over half an hour, and they had just barely stepped inside. There were still dozens of people lined up before the food window.
It wasn't just Liu Xiaohu and his group who were in a foul mood. The students queued behind them wore even grimmer expressions, occasionally muttering curses under their breath:
"This is a student canteen, so why can people from outside just come in and eat? It's so infuriating!"
"Damn it, these leeches are the worst, always pouncing wherever there's good food!"
"Come on, don't say that. Dogs are cute; why should they take the blame for these people?"
"Even if dogs aren't truly human, some people really are dogs!"
"..."
