The boy stuffed his mouth with rice and finally ran away in a panic, perhaps stimulated by the people in class seven, sitting in the classroom and frantically solving problems.
Liu Xiaopang watched his fleeing figure, feeling quite puzzled.
They were lining up for food when suddenly a scream came from outside.
"Another teacher from Beijing No.1 High School is here!"
The voice was loud and the cafeteria was very spacious and quiet, so they heard it clearly. Everyone got their food but didn't bother to eat, and ran outside instead.
Liu Xiaopang was the last to react, and after a long pause, he grabbed a chicken leg and ran outside, shouting to the cafeteria aunt.
"Auntie, don't clear the plates, we'll be back soon."
The cafeteria aunt was quite familiar with them, and the head chef had instructed to take special care of class seven, so their portions were larger than for others.
