On Monday at noon, Duanmu Huai learned about Class F's situation from Banai.
"I went to see Class F today, the atmosphere was super heavy, it felt like a funeral."
Banai said while poking at the 380 yuan (Duanmu price) bento in front of him.
"Everyone was sitting solemnly in their chairs with their heads down, not saying a word. It was clearly break time, but the class was silent. It made others hesitant to say anything when passing by. I wonder what really happened there... could it be that the filming went poorly?"
"Of course."
Duanmu Huai took a bite of his rolled omelet and replied.
"A bunch of amateurs, it would be a miracle if they could film well."
"But Duanmu, you all participated. Even Hei Chuan Chi Yin and Sakurajima Mai were there, how could it not be good?"
"You underestimate filmmaking."
Faced with Banai's thoughtless question, Duanmu Huai shook his head, then opened his computer and replayed the DVD.
