"One, two, three, four..."
Xu Pengcheng was counting the lunch boxes stacked on the table.
He wasn't just stuffing food into the packages; each lunch box had a different set of dishes.
This situation of getting meals for others must have happened many times; Xu Pengcheng even remembered everyone's preferred tastes, and kept them in mind.
As he counted, his body was involuntarily starting to react physically, and his stomach began to make drumming sounds.
"Seven, eight... ah!"
Suddenly.
Xu Pengcheng's expression turned pained.
His left leg started twitching uncontrollably, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead; he almost knocked all the lunch boxes off the table.
In the quiet cafeteria, he was the only student, and it took a long while before Xu Pengcheng could slowly calm himself down.
Looking at the lunch boxes on the table undisturbed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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