Wang Longlong's steamed dumpling flew into Lu Qiqi's hat, brewing a huge disaster.
For a moment, he anticipated many possibilities:
If Lu Qiqi were one of the guys, it wouldn't matter; just fish it out, and everyone would laugh it off. They wouldn't make a big deal out of it.
If the dumpling hadn't been dipped in chili oil, if Lu Qiqi wasn't wearing new clothes, it would all be manageable.
But as luck would have it, Lu Qiqi didn't meet any of those conditions, and even Wang Longlong, with his wit and resourcefulness, felt helpless.
"Damn it, what should we do?" Wang Longlong racked his brain but couldn't think of a solution.
Wang Longlong looked around; his most trusted Brother Ma wasn't there.
Then he glanced toward the water cooler at the front of the classroom; Ma Shicheng was there, filling his cup.
