While Su Ziceng was making the call, Qiu Zhi was squeezed in the crowd, battling for the last serving of spicy boiled fish slices of the night. He did not hear the pager because if he had, he would have definitely forsaken the oil-red fish slices that were within an arm's reach. At that moment, in his eyes, there was only that serving of fish. The restaurant auntie scooped up all the fish slices into the plate of a male freshman from the sports department.
Qiu Zhi's chubby cheeks trembled as he glared at the sports department freshman. After seeing the newcomer's towering height surpassing one meter ninety, the one meter seventy chubby guy swallowed back his drool, "Forget it, better to line up and wait for another half-hour to fry another serving." Qiu Zhi's eyes followed jealously toward the round table at the center of the restaurant.
