No need for small talk, it was Ye Shiyu.
She was holding a cloth bag in her arms, which seemed to contain something.
"... "
However, Yan Huan felt a bit stunned.
He felt like a worker who was ready to punch out joyfully on Friday and welcome the weekend.
Just as you're happily clocking out, some annoying leader comes over and tells you there's a meeting...
It was probably that kind of feeling.
Thanks to Perfect Expression Management, Yan Huan still maintained his smiling young self.
"Sister Shiyu!"
He greeted Ye Shiyu with a smile, and she approached him expressionlessly upon hearing him.
"..."
"How come you're suddenly here in the first year section, Sister Shiyu? Is there something wrong?"
Ye Shiyu looked at Yan Huan in front of her and nodded.
"..."
Just as Yan Huan's smile was about to falter, she suddenly opened the little cloth bag and took out a small black lunch box.
No need to say more, her name was written on the lunch box.
