Yang Zhengxi furiously punched his pillow in the dormitory.
"Why! Did I! Come to this summer camp!"
He was extremely frustrated, feeling completely out of sorts.
So he simply got off the bed, grabbed a little Panpan bread, dipped it in a jar of fermented tofu, and ate it. Somehow, life seemed a bit more meaningful with this sweet-salty combination.
Several heads poked out from the beds in the dorm, filled with indignation: "Dipping Panpan in fermented tofu, don't you think that's a crime?"
Someone even swallowed hard: "If you had promised me a bite, I'd have stolen a bun for you from the canteen."
Once in the isolated summer camp, all of Xiaoyang's good qualities disappeared, and he now guarded his fermented tofu like a treasure, lamenting:
"You bunch of beasts!"
At first, he really did share his good stuff with his roommates, trusting Qiaoqiao's brother, who promised to send him things regularly.
