The night breeze was cool.
The event on the playground tonight was canceled ahead of schedule, and the students grouped up in threes and fives to return to their dormitories.
They complained as they walked.
"What's going on with the cafeteria at West University?"
"No lamb chops today, no cold cuts tomorrow."
"Having lamb stew and getting a stomach ache?"
"Could it be the kitchen didn't clean the dishes well, with detergent residue left?"
The Immortal Grass Experimental Class was also dismissed.
Wu Qingyun and Bai Mo left the playground together.
Though they were quite familiar with each other, neither was much of a talker.
At the playground exit, two square buildings stood there — the restrooms.
You could vaguely hear a "crackle and pop" inside, like firecrackers going off.
Outside, a long line formed, with people clutching their stomachs, faces filled with panic, waiting in line for their turn.
