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At five-thirty in the afternoon, both of them were so hungry that they felt weak in their arms and legs, having just finished playing basketball. Xiao Xian could barely make sure he didn't lose control of the ball while dribbling, and as for shooting, Zhang Yiyi had said it depended not only on accuracy but also on the feel of the shot, which Xiao Xian was still lacking.
The cafeteria food had been mostly taken by then, and with evening self-study class at six-thirty, they had no choice but to eat out on the commercial street.
Because they were in a hurry, Zhang Yiyi didn't picky about choosing a restaurant, and instead of heading to a crowded place, they found a newly opened eatery called "Sichuan Rice Stall," run by a middle-aged couple from Sichuan in their forties.
