Jiang Yanan:"(Sweating) (Sweating)"
Liu Chuandao:"Are you sweating hot too?"
He still wanted to press his advantage.
At this moment, he noticed that his deskmate Pang Jiao had stopped moving and hurried to look over.
He saw Pang Jiao's large face, gloomy like dark clouds.
Three napkins hung from her collar, like a giant baby's bib. The three napkins were as clean as new, but under the napkins, a few spots of instant noodle oil stains had splattered.
Pang Jiao ate cautiously, but after five bites, she had dripped oil four times...
"Die die die!"
"Just die already!!" Pang Jiao went crazy on the spot, her facial features twisted menacingly, like a vicious ghost rushing out of hell.
Her huge palm, like a frenzied Buddha, slammed down on the desk's instant noodles. Accompanied by a muffled "bang", the cup noodles were forcibly smashed!
Noodles, soup liquid, dried vegetables, beef composite... all erupted, like a volcanic eruption, instantly flying out and bursting everywhere!
