Chapter 02: Engaging in Nonsense and Taking Advantage of Free Meals

Everyone is banging on the basin, give me a basin to bang on. Lei Dapeng said cheerfully that he wanted to grab a basin. Si Muxian quickly moved aside, did not give it, and pushed him a bit, saying: "Don't stir up trouble, don't think you can jump around happily now, be careful when the students come to collect the bill in the future. The boss is not here, you have to listen to me"

"Prices have increased three times in one month; this is not exploitation, it is outright robbery. We must strike, and we will strike until the end"

A group of girls gathered together, chatting animatedly. Another one joined in and, pointing at the large notice posted in the restaurant, whispered with a chuckle: "Have you all seen this? The university newspaper says that the quality of the food is poor, and those who eat the noodles look haggard. The bean soup and bread leave people heartbroken, and this situation seems to have no end in sight... The signature is from a girl who is not getting enough to eat; she is so talented... Hehe..."

Plagiarism and copying are both shameful. It is truly sad that someone like you is too lazy to even copy, " Si Mu Xian said earnestly. Lei Da Peng glanced at Si Mu Xian, finding this artistic tone tiresome, and disdainfully retorted, " Spare me, you said last week that living in this era is pathetic, so why is it only me who is pathetic today? "

Of course. Si Muxian nodded, turned around to prepare to leave, and whispered: "It must be those incompetent fools from the Physical Education Department, their handwriting looks like wild cursive, they act without thinking, and they even signed it with a girl who looks like she’s starving... Just look at that writing, it resembles a crooked willow tree blown over by the wind, does it look like something a girl would write? Just because the gender is female, it must be that tough woman from the Physical Education Department."

Lei Dapeng belongs to a type of person who lives with a strong sense of self and finds joy in his own way. However, to others, he often appears to be inexplicably silly and cheerful. Just now, after walking only a few steps back to the dormitory, he started to smile foolishly again. Although he stands there like a large pumpkin turned upside down, his face is beaming with joy, truly rivaling the morning glories that spring up from the school's wintergreen bushes.

You talk about literary theory every day, yet you are still ridiculed as a literary youth. What difference does it make?

Who knows, but it’s better this way. The chef in the restaurant is quite biased; when serving food, he gives more to the pretty girls without charging them. It serves them right. Another girl remarked that she clearly does not have the looks to get free meals.

A few comments: Looking at that broken character, Lei Dapeng was already grinning widely, his eyes reduced to mere slits. It seems that heroes share the same vision. After taking a few steps and glancing around at several tall boys, Lei Dapeng felt that the analysis was unnecessary. Indeed, a few of those inept individuals from the Physical Education Department were scattered among the crowd, stirring things up.

Students, it is time for us to awaken; we must bravely resist the food that contains cockroaches

"Indeed, it certainly isn't from our department; it's all rather pretentious. If we don't show off a bit, it would suffocate them," said Lei Dapeng.

hetushu.com.com You are not just looking for a thorn | Is it exciting? '' Si Muxian glanced at the restaurant door, surrounded by onlookers, being labeled a traitor would surely incur public wrath, which was clearly unfeasible. However, Lei Dapeng unexpectedly chuckled and whispered: `` That may not be the case, the boss said, what others cannot think of, we can take advantage of, that is true skill... I tell you, today is a great opportunity to eat for free... ''

Sometimes, the most shocking thing is to speak the truth. Lei Dapeng sincerely remarked, "Don't be like this. Although your food is not very good, is it really necessary to be so heartbroken? By the way, since all your dishes are going to be thrown away today, why not just throw them into my stomach instead?"

After letting out a breath, he pulled his companion and left. Lei Dapeng made a sound, proudly raised his head, and thought it was beneath him to argue with such an unappealing girl. He didn't care. However, when he turned around, he couldn't find Si Muxian. He tiptoed and looked around, noticing that this literary youth had not changed his old habit, standing in front of the restaurant's bulletin board, contemplating the flamboyant calligraphy. Just as he was pushing forward, a new disturbance arose, as a raspy voice in the crowd stirred things up

It seems that the title of "boss" carries some weight. With this said, Lei Dapeng has quieted down a bit. Si Muxian pointed into the distance, and when Lei Dapeng took a look, his enthusiasm immediately cooled down considerably. In the distance, several members of the Security Department, the Political Education Office, and the Student Affairs Office were hesitating, which indeed did not stir up any commotion. Following Si Muxian, they looked at the large poster, and after a few glances, it turned out to be quite interesting. It read:

Lei Dapeng chuckled, truly feeling a sense of pride in his superior intelligence and eloquence. Although they often argued heatedly, it did not hinder their camaraderie as they shared meals together, chatting and laughing. Just as they approached the vicinity of the restaurant, the two exchanged a surprised glance and came to a halt.

However, there are times when water and fire coexist, and ice and charcoal share the same furnace. The widely recognized representatives of foolish youth and artistic youth are, in fact, inseparable companions. Here they are, with their arms around each other's shoulders, heading straight to the grand dining hall. Lei Dapeng ignores Si Muxian's sarcasm, while Si Muxian is already accustomed to Lei Dapeng's peculiar way of speaking. Their dynamic, reminiscent of a blend of literary youth and foolishness, is akin to the meeting of Bo Ya and Zi Qi.

After a few sounds, someone took the lead in striking a rice bowl, rhythmically producing a ringing sound, and they shouted in unison:

Walking while eating, not far away, the strike continued. After taking a few steps, Lei Dapeng stuffed food into his mouth, and when he felt excited, he did not forget to raise his fist to join in the excitement and shouted: "United as one... Support the strike..."

Indeed, the money we spend is all earned through our parents' hard work; why should we be exploited by them

At first glance, she appeared to be a freckled girl of poor quality, yet she pretended to be like a startled fawn, protecting her chest. Lei Dapeng rolled his eyes and said: "What are you shouting about? Do you think anyone will believe you if you cry harassment?"

After shouting a few times, the voice was coarse and loud, akin to a horse neighing or a mule braying, quite out of place like a crane among chickens. It probably caught the attention of the student affairs office. Si Muxian noticed someone looking this way and quickly pulled along Lei Dapeng, who was blindly following the trend of shouting. The two of them, holding their meal trays, hurried back to the dormitory in a rush.

Lei Dapeng cheerfully followed his short companion, a classmate named Si Muxian. Just hearing the name is enough to evoke a sense of literary flair, and in fact, he is even more artistic than his name suggests. He often laments his unrecognized talent while holding a pile of Tang and Song poetry, and occasionally he dabbles in writing a few sentimental poems for the school publication, adopting a four-character pen name "Muxian Shenghan." This does not imply the phrase "high places are cold," but privately, Si Muxian claims that this pen name means he aims to surpass Han Han. This matter has led Lei Dapeng to mock this literary brother as being somewhat foolish.

A crowd of people was gathered in front of the restaurant, seemingly engrossed in something. Several boys were blocking the double glass doors, chatting with the girls who were coming to get their meals. The scene was chaotic, with people spilling out from the restaurant entrance onto the street. Many girls, looking frustrated, were carrying their meal trays back, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

With a swing of his fist, the responder inexplicably joined in. As the few in charge of the cafeteria looked out from the entrance, more male students raised their fists and shouted: "Unite and support the strike."

"Dear brother, this isn't difficult, is it? Just find a unit for the internship to stamp it, and my dad will take care of it. You just need to handle the thesis, so why should I be anxious?" Lei Dapeng gave a sarcastic title.

"Stop it, don't stand on the platform and make a fool of yourself, or you'll be the typical example," Si Muxian said, pulling hard. In fact, he was somewhat worried that his roommate, Brother Lei, would rush onto the stage. In the past, whether it was the school organizing a welcome for new students or a farewell for seniors, or even when students were fighting, Lei Dapeng was always there to stir up trouble. Lei Dapeng indeed had the impulse to join in, but at this moment, it was clear that the opportunity had passed. The principal's Audi had just arrived, and a large group of party secretaries and department heads from various departments had come, indicating that the excitement would not last much longer. He then reluctantly said, "Forget it, we won't participate, I'm hungry." In fact, Lei Dapeng indeed had the impulse to join in, but at this moment, it was clear that the opportunity had passed. The principal's Audi had just arrived, and a large group of party secretaries and department heads from various departments had come, indicating that the excitement would not last much longer. He then reluctantly said, "Forget it, we won't participate, I'm hungry."

Si Muxian had already grown accustomed to it, warning: "Don't just think about reaping the benefits without effort. I have decided that I cannot indulge you this time; that would be detrimental to you."

Fools have one advantage: normal people will not argue with them. When a person in charge sees someone like this, they simply wave their hand and say, "Go fetch it yourself." They do not bother to pay attention to such a foolish individual.

What is the reason behind such an innocent and pure smile

Something has happened! It must be serious. The mundane university life, which is already boring, is now even more troubling without any incidents. When Lei Dapeng saw there was excitement, he abandoned Si Muxian, who was being foolish, and rushed towards the group of girls, eavesdropping from behind with his ears perked up, looking as lewd as one could possibly be.

Classmates, are you hungry? Have you had a decent meal this semester? Every day, what we experience is not dining, but rather a form of torture. The bean sprouts in the sandwich are raw, the noodles used in the braised dish are moldy, and the radishes and cabbages are covered in dirt. Such inferior quality food often comes with unwelcome surprises. Despite this poor quality, they shamelessly raise the prices. Classmates, what is wrong with you? How much longer will you endure this? For the sake of our health, for our poor stomachs, and for the hard-earned money of our parents, let us unite. Such inferior quality food, and yet they shamelessly raise the prices. Classmates, what is wrong with you? How much longer will you endure this? For the sake of our health, for our poor stomachs, and for the hard-earned money of our parents, let us unite.

Seeing Lei Dapeng's silly joy, Si Muxian became concerned: "Dapeng, your internship is about to start, and you also need to prepare your graduation thesis. Don't just be silly and happy all day. Have you started working on it yet?"

She was instantly infuriated, biting her lip and rolling her eyes, her face expressing extreme anger as she directed two words at Lei Dapeng: "Go... die!"

The smiles faded, the conversation ceased, and the two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with surprise. It seems that today they truly would not be able to enjoy a ready-made meal.

After whispering a few words, Si Muxian looked at Lei Dapeng in surprise. It is said that intelligent people often do foolish things, while foolish people occasionally manage to do something clever. Lei Dapeng can sometimes be oblivious, but he is not completely foolish; for instance, this method seems quite plausible.

Lei Dapeng grinned widely, while Si Muxian chuckled softly, shaking his head, holding the basin and feeling that something was exceedingly amusing.

The handwriting is quite ugly, rivaling Lei Dapeng's appearance. The writing style is rather mediocre, and such blatant and radical expressions make Si Muxian shake his head in disapproval. After a few glances, all he sees are denunciations of the cafeteria, with several large-character posters plastered everywhere. Lei Dapeng turns back to see Si Muxian looking quite engaged and disdainfully says, "What's there to look at? Come on, let's join everyone in shouting. It's not easy to have someone brave enough to stand up, we must support them. No, we can't just support them; we need to show solidarity."

"No way," Si Muxian said with certainty, pointing at the big-character poster and commenting, "The handwriting is too poor. The boss is a perfectionist and absolutely cannot tolerate such scribbled writing, so it can't be our boss; furthermore, the content is mediocre, and those few couplets don't even rhyme, so they can't be from our Chinese department"

Ten people, dozens of people, hundreds of people, all banging and shouting, the sound rising wave upon wave. Such a lively scene has indeed been rare in recent years. Lei Dapeng watched with great delight, but unfortunately, the food bowl was in Si Muxian's hands, leaving him with nothing to bang on. His heart felt restless, wishing he could find a large drum to strike for some excitement. He hurriedly squeezed to the entrance of the dining hall, trying to gather the courage to ask Si Muxian for the food bowl. Si Muxian was reading a big-character poster when his bowl was snatched away, and he glared, scolding, "What are you doing?"

Lei Dapeng cheerfully exclaimed and headed straight for the large stainless steel barrel. He scooped out two basins of food with a ladle, noticing that the master chefs were too preoccupied with their own troubles to pay him any attention. He was delighted and didn't even mention swiping his meal card to pay. Holding the basins, he jogged out of the cafeteria. Once outside, he handed a basin to Si Xiandi with a grin, saying, "Look, it's all meat dishes, a free meal. They were so worried that they didn't even think to ask me for money... Hehe... Let's go back to the dormitory to eat. Tonight, the boss is taking us fishing for turtles. I'm about to suffocate from staying in school all the time..."

Students, we must unite bravely for our milk and bread, standing together against price increases, against disorder and filth, and against inhumane treatment

"I am hungry, let's go get some food. There are too many people in front, I can't get in." Lei Dapeng spoke honestly, his expression both sincere and foolish. It was evident that the food servers' eyes shifted slightly, but one person could not change the overall situation, especially someone who seemed to have a bit of a mental issue. No one paid attention to him, and it was likely that the affairs officer was worried about how to explain the situation to the school authorities and the students.

You are not a fish; how can you know the joy of fish

Lei Dapeng indifferently said: "Whatever, I will go find the boss. The boss said to buy one on Taobao."

Outside the crowd, more than ten individuals from the Political Education Office, the Student Affairs Office, and the Security Department had gathered early, shouting for everyone to disperse, assuring that the school would handle the situation properly. The more they tried to explain, the more people became agitated, with some taking advantage of the chaos to shout accusations about the school's cafeteria being shrouded in secrecy. The number of onlooking female students increased, chattering and questioning each other, leaving this group, who were unable to take charge, feeling awkward and at a loss in the local setting. The more they tried to explain, the more people became agitated, with some taking advantage of the chaos to shout accusations about the school's cafeteria being shrouded in secrecy. The number of onlooking female students increased, chattering and questioning each other, leaving this group, who were unable to take charge, feeling awkward and at a loss in the local setting.

Cease cooking ... ... cease cooking

"Don't join in the commotion; I'm trying to figure out who organized it." Si Muxian sat calmly like a fisherman on a solitary platform, seemingly pondering something. Lei Dapeng suddenly thought of someone and leaned in nervously to whisper in Wen Qingxian's ear: "Xian Di, it wouldn't be organized by the boss, would it?"

Cease cooking ... ... cease cooking

Si Muxian repeatedly denied several departments. Upon hearing this, Lei Dapeng's eyes rolled as he bit his index finger, deep in thought. However, it was clear that he could not come up with a conclusion, and he curiously asked, "So, who do you think it is?"

Si Muxian was still filled with self-doubt, while Lei Dapeng had already pulled him towards the back door of the cafeteria. Upon reaching the entrance, he instructed Si Muxian to stand still, while he himself lifted the curtain and entered with a food tray. Just then, he came face to face with a group of master chefs dressed in white coats and white hats. At the large stove, a group of male chefs, with significantly fewer females, all wore the same expression of discontent.

Suddenly, a thin and short young man wearing a school uniform, sporting a buzz cut, and with several teenage acne spots on his face, rushed out of the dormitory. He clearly belonged to a family with a background worse than the social environment. He was quite unremarkable compared to Lei Dapeng. This young man was carrying two food containers in one hand, and as he walked, he looked at Lei Dapeng and shouted displeasedly: "Can you take some responsibility for yourself? You can't just read web literature while eating without a bowl, can you? What is there to read? The logic is incoherent, the plot is nonexistent, and what's worse, the pages are filled with typos. You at least study in the Chinese department; aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Hehe... you are right. Si Muxian smiled and said: "I thought about it, and it’s not the English department; there are too many pretentious girls there, who excel at scheming and are overly enamored with foreign things, which they cannot do. It’s also not the biochemistry department; those people have long been formulaic, and such passionate actions are not something they would come up with. It shouldn’t be the history department either; those people are lifeless and lack unity. The mathematics department doesn’t fit either, as they can’t even finish their own calculations. It shouldn’t be the history department either; those people are lifeless and lack unity. The mathematics department doesn’t fit either, as they can’t even finish their own calculations. Perhaps it’s the art department, but that doesn’t seem right either; the girls in that department are too busy dedicating themselves to the art of making money... this..."

"Wait a moment..." Lei Dapeng stood still, scratching his head, and inquired as if seeking confirmation: "No one is eating at the main kitchen today; shall we go instead?"

Si Muxian choked for a moment upon hearing this, then shook his head and said: "Forget it... the boss is right, you come from another world, there's no way to argue with you"

Oh, I see, the bowl will come automatically

There were both men and women, and several inciting voices rose and fell within the crowd. In the end, a rather attractive girl waved her fist and shouted, "Good, well said... oppose exploitation, support the strike." Lei Dapeng was unsure whether he was caught up in the fervor of the crowd or if it was seeing the girl that stirred something primal within him, as he shouted in agreement: "Good, well said... oppose exploitation, support the strike"

"The kitchen is on strike... Who started it?" a girl whispered

The hustle and bustle in the university is quite rare; usually, one might only see a couple in a corner sharing a kiss, or someone doing the splits on the lawn, or perhaps two girls fighting over jealousy, scratching and pulling at each other. Such a large-scale commotion is almost comparable to a cultural festival. When they finally squeezed out, the crowd was packed with layers of people, far more lively than the usual dining times. Si Muxian pulled the reluctant Lei Dapeng, who was eager to watch the spectacle, straight out of the crowd. Lei Dapeng, still displeased, complained, "Don't pull, don't pull... I want to watch for a bit." When they squeezed out, the crowd was packed with layers of people, far more lively than the usual dining times. Si Muxian pulled the reluctant Lei Dapeng, who was eager to watch the spectacle, straight out of the crowd. Lei Dapeng, still displeased, complained, "Don't pull, don't pull... I want to watch for a bit."

You are not foolish; how would you know what it means to be foolishly happy

"Let's eat outside," said Si Muxian

It seems that the director is discussing countermeasures. As Lei Dapeng entered, the director, in a daze, asked: "What is it?"

Some people simply enjoy the hustle and bustle, and Lei Dapeng definitely belongs to this category. The more he eavesdrops, the more interesting it becomes. Suddenly, a girl turned around, almost bumping into the eavesdropping Lei Dapeng, who startled her with his ugly face, which was tilted and scrutinizing. She let out a sharp scream: "What are you doing?"