Xiao Lin did not like being the center of attention. He lost the will to enjoy his meal under everyone's gazes, so he hastily wolfed down his food before leaving. There were a few unfamiliar faces who tried to greet him and start conversations on the way out, but he ignored them.
In another corner of the cafeteria, a few monitors were having dinner together as usual. In the two months they had been there, everyone had gotten closer, but not all of them liked the thought of working together. In the long term, they would be fellow comrades in war on the New World, but in the short term, it was still a competition between themselves in the school, especially considering the fact that the year leader could only be chosen from among them.
"The monitor from Class Seven is back. Wasn't he expelled?"
"How could you believe such a ridiculous rumor!" Cheng Ming said. He had refused to entertain the idea.