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Chapter 19 One Day of the Brave

Back at school, the neighboring Yanda University had neither chicken legs nor Dongpo pork today. All that was left were the senior students, each one a living corpse and a dead soul, mediocre and insignificant, walking like geese and ducks, utterly uncompetitive and meaningless. Yes, for the nine days leading up to the Lantern Festival, Lu Chi would feel like each day was an eternity.

Even if they didn't fight for food, they still complained and cursed.

Bringing food from the cafeteria back to the classroom in temperatures of minus 20 or 30 degrees Celsius requires immense courage. It's not something that can be solved with just a covered tray from the cafeteria. Some people just accept it and squat there to eat. But Class 13, being the oddballs they are, has its own way of doing things: handcarts, foam boxes, and two quilts. The only minor drawback is that everyone has to wait for someone to bring the food back, wasting some time before they can have a hot meal.

The handcart, a treasure item, cannot be left lying around, as it is easily coveted. Therefore, it must also be taken upstairs and returned to its exclusive class seat. Four styrofoam boxes filled with food are carried in turns, and the holder is entitled to enjoy the coveted and envious gazes of other classes.

For male high school students, this is undoubtedly equivalent to showing off in front of others, which is extremely satisfying.

After finishing her meal and cursing the cafeteria, Liu Lan, too lazy to face Zhou Zijin and Zhu Gaizhi, the two emperors who turned their backs on everyone, nudged Shan Heman, spun her chair around, and flipped open her lunchbox: "The cafeteria is right to be completely clean. Seeing those two so lovey-dovey all the time, how can anyone eat a thing!"

Lu Chi picked out a braised egg with soy sauce from his enormous six-in-one meal and tossed it onto Ran Qingfeng's plate, glancing at her: "Want one?"

Ran Qingfeng fiddled with her food with her chopsticks, feeling incredibly hungry and unable to eat much: "No attitude at all! It should at least be imported! ε=(´ο｀*))) I should have known better than to scrape the bottom of the plate with the chicken leg broth yesterday; maybe Auntie would have left some for me after washing the plate!"

Lu Chi slurped his chopsticks from the middle to the end, picked up a halved soy sauce braised egg, and was about to throw it onto Ran Qingfeng's plate. Ran Qingfeng shoved Lu Chi and picked up an egg for herself: "Get lost! You disgust me! Does Sister Man want some?"

"No...no need..." Shan Heman said, head bowed. "I'm so sorry...I didn't know the meal card couldn't be swiped a second time. I already said I'd treat you to a meal!"

"The school's welfare program... uh... the VIP card is like this, there's a limit to how much you can get at once, I forget. Anyway, we'll go out for spicy hot pot sometime during a holiday, it'll be awesome!"

"Okay, sure!"

"What kind of Chinese wet waste is mala tang? It's been on my lifelong blacklist ever since it hit the scale. I'd rather have a small skewer!"

"Don't fight... Mala Tang is fine... anything is fine..."

"No commotion, where's Lu Chi?"

"I know a place that serves clear broth spicy hot pot..."

"roll!"

"heresy!"

"Pulled chili oil, one jar per table, top-quality!"

"Good!" *2

Lu Ying had classes in the afternoon, so she spent the whole morning doing preparatory exercises. She stretched out the pre-casting animation for a long time, and as soon as the bell rang, she started her spell at zero frames and rushed home.

Sure enough, Mom was chatting elegantly with Lu Sui, and there were thick red envelopes on the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Lu Baikuai! Haha! My little grandpa is quite generous!" Lu Ying slyly leaped onto the kang (heated brick bed): "Mom, just because this beautiful girl personally taught my little grandpa, he didn't pay me more, did he?"

Man Hui glanced at Lu Ying, her words sharp and unpleasant: "Children! All! Six hundred!"

Unmarried, not at the table, all good-for-nothing brats. Lu Ying selectively ignored this, chuckling as she counted the red bills again: "Waaaaah, besides my little patriarch, who else treats me like a child? Waaaaah, give him double the test paper this afternoon!"

Man Hui cracked open some salt-roasted peanuts, speaking slowly and deliberately, her pronunciation still distinctive: "But your sister is eight hundred this year."

Lu Ying's emotion froze instantly. Lying on the 50-degree heated kang, her heart was as cold as a frozen pear that had been chilled all winter: "Sui'er! You finally managed to snag a male servant? Which unlucky fellow is it?"

With her elegant makeup and long, waist-length hair, Lu Sui glanced disdainfully at the short-haired Lu Ying: "My patriarch said he'd let you experience what class really means. If you had studied hard and gone to the neighborhood school back then, you'd be earning 800 yuan like me now."

Lu Ying felt like her world had collapsed. She rolled around on the kang (a heated brick bed) for a full minute without anyone paying attention. Finally, she stopped and cried out, "Mom, I want to eat!"

Man Hui shoved a handful of salted peanuts at me: "Your sister and I are on a diet! Take your peanuts and get out of here! Did you think the school cafeteria was run over by a pig like you? Get out of my way!"

Lu Ying suddenly jumped up again: "Dad! Dad, where are you? Dad!"

"Hey! Honey! Your old man's back!" Lu Xingyuan came in from outside, enveloped in the cold wind, steam rising around him. He was carrying a bundle of firewood in his arms and a bunch of dark plastic bags slung over his shoulder. His face was beaming, and he spoke very quickly: "Look, you've lost weight! You insisted on going on a trip during the New Year, and your schedule was so tight. The food outside wasn't good, and the food at school wasn't good either. You, you... look what this is! Dad's got you some taro sauce and potato strips. We'll start eating in twenty minutes. Do you have class this afternoon? If not, shall we grab a bite?"

"Waaah! Daddy! Waaah! My daddy!"

"Hurry up and go inside, the stove's burning hot, you'll smell terrible!"

"Okay!"

Hash ants and potato strips, ice-cracked boat nails, rich oil, dark soy sauce, salty, fresh and slightly spicy. People like Lu Sui only deserve to eat river crabs, shrimps and yellow clams for New Year's Eve dinner. They can't eat such good food at all. It's my dad who loves me so deeply.

Bad news: She was indeed late.

Good news: Grandpa's class.

Bad news: I met the grade head, Sima Lian.

Good news: Old Yang is also late.

Lu Ying burst into the classroom, reeking of snow, feeling like a cute and adorable child suddenly appearing. In reality, she was using her scarf as a lifeline, waving it frantically and panting, "Quick, quick, someone come here! Protect, protect, protect me!"

To put it nicely, she had just started working and hadn't saved enough money to buy one of those four-wheeled cars yet; to put it bluntly, she had been stuck on the second stage of her driving test for four years. The bus from Yanda to her home in Lihuashan New Village only made four round trips a day at most. What's not meant to be can't be forced.

When Yingbao spoke, the tall girls in the first two groups charged forward with smiles.

Helmet, beanie, goggles, scarf, face mask, neck warmer, gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, large down jacket, small down vest...

The final step is to tear the down pants. The down pants, which are connected by Velcro and plastic buckles, are torn apart into four separate pieces.

Lu Ying let out a heavy sigh: "Hey you, grab some monster-hunting gear from the office!"

It was freezing cold outside, but the classroom was crowded and well-heated, with a temperature difference of over fifty degrees Celsius. Day after day, people were constantly teetering between hypothermia and heatstroke. In short, awesome, another day has passed!