Wei Shan walked out holding his food tray, gritting his teeth with a stern face and temples bulging with veins, as if he had been tolerating it for a long time.
The tombstone-like wall of people loosened a bit because of this. Through the gap in the crowd, Lin Yi noticed that several non-human classmates had already fainted under the table Wei Shan had originally been sitting at.
These non-human classmates had somewhat flattened heads and there were faint traces of tomato sauce, indicating they had been kicked in the face and knocked out, but it was unclear whether the tomato sauce came from the sole of Wei Shan's shoe or from wounds on their heads.
"You guys go ahead, I'll cover the rear," Wei Shan said coldly.
The group, led by Lin Yi, confidently headed towards the tray return area.
As they walked, Lin Yi and Wei Liang suddenly started tiptoeing about lightly, like boxers warming up before a match.