Quick Transmigration: I'm a little expert at dismantling CP

Chapter 1787 Disgusting food

All day today, Sang Xin was absent-minded in get out of class, and only hoped that class would be over soon, that the afternoon would come soon, and that club activities would start soon.

The day finally slipped by in Sang Xin's hope.

When school was over, she hurriedly packed her things and came to the abandoned old school building.

That's right, this is one of the bases of the detective agency.

Speaking of which, although the detective agency has passed the club application, the principal and others still don't take it seriously.

Otherwise, they would not have found such a place as a base for the detective agency.

At the gate of the old teaching building, Sang Xin met President Ke Bei who was carrying a schoolbag.

"President, which classroom are you going to today?" Sang Xin asked.

Their clubs don't have any necessary equipment, so they don't need fixed classrooms as club activity rooms.

Generally, I go to the classroom whichever is pleasing to the eye.

Although in Sang Xin's eyes, these classrooms are all the same, she can't see any difference at all.

Ke Bei helped his glasses as thick as a beer bottle cap and said, "Go to whichever classroom is clean."

clean?I'm sorry, but with all due respect, this old teaching building, which has been abandoned for a long time and no one cares about, really doesn't have any clean classrooms anymore.

Probably the president's eyes are too short-sighted, so he can't see anything...

Thinking this way, Sang Xin casually found a classroom where the dust wasn't so thick and walked in.

Looks like it was the same as last time.

Sure enough, President Ke Bei looked at the classroom and said, "Why does this classroom look so familiar to me?"

Sang Xin: ...Hehehe, president, let's not care about such details, shall we?

President Ke Bei really didn't care about such details as Sang Xin thought.

The two took out napkins, wiped the chairs, and sat down.

President Ke Bei took out a plastic bag from his schoolbag, which contained a boxy box.

It looks like it should be a sealed plastic box, the kind that can be used to hold food.

When the other party took away the plastic bag and opened the box, Sang Xin realized that she had guessed correctly.

"This is the meal Lu Liyue cooked for today's home economics exam. I secretly bought some."

After opening the plastic food box, President Ke Bei pointed to the lump of food inside and said.

Sang Xin glanced at it and felt a little disgusted. The lunch box was full of a mixture of rice and yellowed dishes, which made people lose their appetite at all.

She just glanced at it and didn't want to read it. She still has to eat tonight. Wouldn't it be bad if she remembered this as soon as she ate?
"President, why are you doing this? And this amount is no longer called secret, it's enough to fill one's stomach." Sang Xin asked.

Ke Bei quickly took a look at the portion of the food in the box, and found that it was a bit too much as Sang Xin said, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

But he immediately pushed his glasses and said: "It's okay, anyway, there are a lot of people grabbing food today, even the people from the next class ran over to drink the leftover soup. Lu Liyue was very busy and very proud, so he definitely didn't notice my actions."

"Snatch food? Drink leftover soup? Just this kind of food?" Sang Xin pointed to the plastic food box and said.

I couldn't help thinking of the scene they saw when Li Ziyuan was still there, when they passed by the school playground.

Qian Zhenzhi, who had just had lunch, actually snatched Lu Liyue's leftover meal and devoured it all, and the expression on his face was like a hungry ghost who crawled out of hell and couldn't get enough for hundreds of years.

(End of this chapter)