In the cafeteria, the once-filthy floor, while not sparkling clean, was still dozens of times cleaner than the day before.
The strange smell that had permeated the air was mostly gone.
Wen Ying walked into the cafeteria.
No one else was there.
On a nearby table, a humanoid creature was lying down.
Hearing footsteps, he rolled over, eyes still closed. "No food. Get lost!"
He was clearly annoyed.
"I haven't eaten yet. What do you mean there's no food?" Wen Ying asked, a hint of displeasure in her voice.
"Are you looking to die?" The humanoid creature instantly sat up. Its movements were bizarre—stiff, yet somehow fluid.
But when his head swiveled around and he saw who it was...
The anger on his face vanished, replaced by anxiety and a touch of eagerness to please.
"The f-food… it's really all gone… Breakfast is served at seven every day, and it's already eight-thirty…"
His voice stuttered and was tinged with a slight tremor.
