"No way, surrounded by three people before even entering?"
At the edge of the banquet hall across an aisle from Zheng Qing, by the long dining table, Balash·Sasan held a white porcelain teacup, carefully observing the reflection on the calm water, and laughed in surprise.
As the president of the ethics review committee of the campus newspaper, Balash had an unusually keen sense of smell for 'not very ethical' news happening in Shanglin Garden.
"Surrounded by three people for what?"
Balash's dance partner, the current director of the student union's foreign affairs committee, Louise Cody, asked absentmindedly, looking somewhat worriedly at the 'plain food' on the dining table, couldn't help but sigh and mutter, "Is it bitter vegetable soup again?"
Before coming to Shanglin Garden, she never imagined that the food at the Spring Hunt would be so simple.
