Duan Rong pinched the hard shell of the insect with his left hand, while the creature squirmed incessantly...
The girl named Tang Zhu turned pale, nearly throwing up.
She was the only one among them who had never peeled a bug before. Seeing it wriggling in Duan Rong's hand made her skin crawl.
Chen Hu glanced at Tang Zhu and said, "If you can't watch, then don't."
Tang Zhu rolled her eyes at Chen Hu, snapping, "Who asked you to care?"
Duan Rong used the black needle at one end of the iron tool to pierce the protruding part of the insect's shell and fix it in place. Then he used both ends of the tool to clamp the insect steadily.
At this moment, Pan Yong coughed, moved his stool, and sat a little further away.
Duan Rong paid it no mind, recalling the image of Pan Yong peeling off the insect's shell, and suddenly moved his fingers.
