Before I could respond, Situ Shan playfully pulled me away from the place and walked to a strange vending machine-style device.

"You can swipe your work ID card and order whatever you want."

I wanted to ask Situ Shan for his previous advice, but as soon as I turned my head, Situ Shan pinched me tightly with her hands and pulled me behind me.

Looking at the people slowly approaching the cafeteria, I instantly understood that it was not the right time to talk about this topic anymore, so I asked in agreement: "Which dish will... be more delicious?"

Situ Shan rolled her eyes at me, held my hand away, and walked back, saying, "They're almost the same! Take your time and see for yourself."

The people around me were like onlookers passing by. After entering the cafeteria, they each found a place to sit down. After Situ Shan left, they just glanced at me and then turned to look at Cheng Xiaofan who had just walked into the cafeteria. Everyone interacted with each other.

There was no communication, but a tacit understanding of locking eyes on Cheng Xiaofan, as if she was about to transform into a zombie in the next second.

Curious, I followed them and watched Cheng Xiaofan silently.

Cheng Xiaofan turned a blind eye to everything around him. He just walked behind me and stood still, staring ahead without saying a word.

The air became inexplicably quiet. Standing in front of Cheng Xiaofan, I also inexplicably became the center of everyone's attention.

No one spoke, and no one gasped loudly. There was no sound except my own heartbeat. Everything around me seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. Even Situ Shan turned around and looked at me.

It was rare for me to be the center of attention, so I was naturally a little nervous, but soon I turned to Cheng Xiaofan and took control of the situation: "Is the injury on your face... okay?"

"It's okay, hurry up and make your meal, don't waste everyone's time."

Don't underestimate my stuttered words. After I asked, Cheng Xiaofan immediately joined me to break the silent air. The colleagues around me also stopped looking at us and stood up to line up.

I intentionally asked Situ Shan some details, but when I sat down next to her with the rice, she stood up and left like a plague, picked up the dinner plate, put the dinner plate away, and left the canteen in a hurry.

Seeing this situation, I became even more confused. I wanted to find someone to talk to and think about my thoughts, but except for Cheng Xiaofan, everyone just nodded at me.

After I sat down and said hello, Cheng Xiaofan just replied to me lightly: "You will be late this afternoon."

After checking the time, I could only hurriedly take a few bites of rice and quickly leave the cafeteria.

When I returned to the kiosk, the more I thought about it, the more something was wrong. I had already been warned twice, and it didn't hurt to be warned again for being late!

Warning twice or three times makes no difference at all.

Let’s not talk about whether the old employees will not make mistakes at all. Even if they make mistakes every time, they will only make one mistake. My two warnings are already "outstanding"!

"Didi didi..."

The alarm bell that reminded me to check the container rang, interrupting my thoughts. Although there was one less warning, it did not help my current situation at all, and it only increased my worries.

At this time, I felt unbearable. Looking at the products all over the wall, I felt resentful out of nowhere. I took them all off, tore off the packaging and ate them.

It's not accurate to say that it's eating. More, I'm tasting it.

After tasting one pack of snacks, I threw it on the ground and replaced it with another pack. Anyway, I can't think of a way now. What's the difference between the number of warnings 2 and the number of warnings 200?

Just when I was concentrating on tasting, a childish question came from the window: "I'm sorry, brother, can you help me?"

I turned my head and looked in the direction of the sound. I saw a skinny little girl standing alone in front of the window. Her sallow skin, thin cheeks, chapped lips, thick dark circles under her eyes, and sunken eye sockets were all features that were indescribable.

The tragic experience of the little girl in front of Yibu Zhao.

But looking like a refugee doesn't mean anything. I had the intention to help her before, but the experience of being robbed sounded the alarm for me - the man who robbed my goods also had the face of a refugee.

It doesn't matter if the number of warnings increases, but being tricked twice by the same group of people is unacceptable.

Even if I don’t give up my seat on the bus, I’ll be trolled. I’ve been killed because of such a stranger. If I just swallowed this breath casually and let this opportunity for revenge slip away, I might die in peace!

I was about to open my mouth to solve the problem, but when I lowered my head, I saw a lot of my vomited gastric juice on the ground.

There is a saying that "anger arises from the heart, and evil arises from the courage." I pretended to be warm-hearted as soon as I opened my mouth: "What's the matter, little sister?"

"I'm sorry, brother, I don't have any money. Could you please give me some water? Just drink the remaining water."

I was slightly stunned when I heard this answer, but followed the original plan, rubbing a bag of snacks in the gastric juice repeatedly, and pouring as much gastric juice on the ground into it through the torn small opening, thereby contaminating the food inside.

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The whole process didn't last long. I pretended to be casual and handed the bag of food to the little girl: "I just ate some of this, you can take it and eat it first."

The little girl took it and ate it hungrily. Looking at the gastric juice that occasionally leaked from the bag, not only did her stomach feel turbulent, but although she didn't vomit, the blood vessels in the back of her head also started to beat.

Seeing her eating with gusto, I felt mixed emotions in my heart. Finally, I opened my mouth to stop her and handed her the snacks I had just torn open on the shelf to eat.

She didn't run away or grab it, and she thanked me while eating. Her politeness and trust were in sharp contrast to my bastard behavior just now. This approach, which was not very bright in the first place, whipped my heart even more fiercely at this moment.

Feeling guilty, I unscrewed a bottle of water for her to drink, tore open the packaged snack bag and slowly handed it to her.

After she finished eating, she declined my offer to take more food with her and took away all the food I had torn open.

Looking at her leaving back, I suddenly thought of something. I stood up and raised my work ID and shouted to her: "You can try to find a card like this. If you have the card, they will sell you things."

The little girl nodded to me and shouted thank you, brother.

Soon she disappeared into the distance. I sighed and took out my phone to kill time. Looking at the neat screen of my phone, I remembered something.

I took out my work permit and looked at the warning number 2 written on it. I froze in place.


Chapter completed!