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"You had a nightmare," Yan Qing quietly reminded.
Qi Qiuluo gasped for breath, momentarily lost in the terrifying dream that still lingered in his mind.
"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Yan Qing asked, concern etched on his face.
Qi Qiuluo shook his head, his eyes feeling heavy with fatigue. He almost choked on his words, "I didn't kill anyone, I swear."
"I know," Tan Ming had already explained it to you, right?"
Again, Qi Qiuluo shook his head. Yan Qing couldn't possibly understand the fear and injustice he felt at that moment.
Just then, a clear bell rang out, and someone shouted that it was time for dinner. One by one, everyone began to put on their shoes and head downstairs.
Yan Qing splashed some water on his face and turned around just as Qi Qiuluo suddenly appeared behind him, nearly stepping on his foot.
"What are you doing?" Yan Qing exclaimed, startled.
"Just wiping your face," Qi Qiuluo said as he tossed a towel at him, irritation evident in his tone.
Yan Qing noticed that Qi Qiuluo was like a clingy child, his gaze fixed intently on him. It seemed the nightmare had shaken him quite a bit. Feeling a pang of sympathy, he decided not to hold it against him.
The two of them made their way downstairs.
In the dining area, several aunties were busily serving food to the students. Their movements were skilled, though their faces showed signs of fatigue; yet they remained patient.
The students lined up orderly, no one cutting in line or making loud noises despite the long queue.
When it was their turn, Yan Qing smiled brightly at one of the aunties and said, "Auntie, I eat a lot. Could you give me a little extra rice?" The auntie glanced at him and smiled as she added another scoop to his plate.
"Could I have another chicken leg?" Yan Qing's eyes sparkled with anticipation. The high-calorie meat would provide a stronger sense of fullness.
"No, each student is limited to one chicken leg. If I give you another one, there won't be enough for others," the auntie shook her head firmly.
Qi Qiuluo leaned in closer to the auntie and whispered conspiratorially, "Auntie, he's different." He lowered his voice and leaned closer to her ear. "He’s really close with Tan Ming."
Upon hearing this, the auntie's attitude changed immediately; without hesitation, she added another chicken leg to Yan Qing's plate.
With their meals in hand, they searched for a place to sit in the dining hall. Curious, Yan Qing asked Qi Qiuluo, "Is mentioning Tan Ming really that effective?"
"It's nonsense. The ones managing and organizing everything are all members of the Student Council. Tan Ming is the former president, so he naturally commands a lot of respect, especially as an envoy. Who in the restaurant doesn't know his name?" Qi Qiuluo said, gesturing with her hands.
Yan Qing nodded in understanding. However, he had no idea that Tan Ming was actually the Student Council president before this.
They finally found an empty table and sat down. Just as they settled in, Yan Qing spotted Tan Ming and a few other envoys coming out of the restaurant's office.
"Tan Ming, over here!" Yan Qing exclaimed excitedly, waving his hand. His voice echoed through the restaurant.
Tan Ming gave him a slight nod and walked over with steady steps after getting his meal.
Qi Qiuluo lightly tapped the edge of her bowl with her chopsticks. "Don't be too eager; if someone sees you, they'll say you're fawning over him," she said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.
"Fawning?!" Yan Qing's eyes widened in disbelief. "I just called out to Tan Ming; how is that fawning?"
"They won't care whether you mean it or not," Qi Qiuluo replied dismissively, continuing to eat from her bowl.
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