Chapter 629 - 311: Saving Someone Requires Boy Urine? The Boy Instantly Blushes! (Part 2)

Realizing what just happened, she immediately got furious, jumping and shouting threats:

"What’s wrong with you, classmate? Are you deliberately causing trouble?!"

"Tell me, what class are you in, who’s your homeroom teacher, what’s your student number, I’ll make sure you can’t handle what’s coming!"

Song Zhuofan sneered and retorted directly:

"And who do you think you are, asking about my class, my teacher, you think you deserve it?"

The cafeteria lady’s face turned livid, feeling her dignity was gravely challenged!

Bang!

The tray was slammed onto the table, and the lady pointed a ladle at Song Zhuofan, cursing:

"You little brat, don’t even know how to respect your elders, what’s the point of you studying?!"

"If I were your parents, knowing you turned out like this, would’ve dropped you when you were born; in fact, I’ll discipline you on their behalf now!"

Hearing this, Song Zhuofan’s face turned icy cold.

Her father was her taboo!

Immediately, Song Zhuofan smiled brightly, and placed her head under the ladle voluntarily:

"Come on, Auntie, save your strength, hit me right here, go ahead."

The cafeteria lady was instantly frozen.

At the end of the day, she was just an employee.

Usually, she could act high and mighty, but if she really hit someone, she wouldn’t dare even with a hundred guts!

Another lady saw things were getting out of hand, quickly came over and took the ladle, trying to diffuse the situation:

"Look, why tussle with the kids, if they’re still hungry, just give them a little more, it’s not a big deal."

Saying this, she rummaged through the pot, finally finding a few pieces of meat and threw them onto the tray.

Then, waving her hand as if shooing flies, she said with annoyance: "Alright, alright, satisfied now? Hurry up and eat."

Song Zhuofan didn’t pay attention to her, nor did she take the tray; instead, she stepped aside.

In an instant, another student behind her handed over a tray.

Song Zhuofan chuckled, saying, "One braised tomato beef, one potato chicken."

Even a fool would now realize something was amiss.

"You all, what’s the meaning of this?"

At this point, Song Zhuofan’s cold smile grew even colder: "We’re here to eat, what else could it mean?"

The cafeteria lady gave an awkward laugh: "Didn’t you already get one meal, can you eat it all?"

Song Zhuofan replied coldly, "Whether I can finish it or not is my business, none of yours."

The cafeteria lady gritted her teeth and filled the tray again.

This time, perhaps fearing further trouble, her hands no longer trembled.

Yet, Song Zhuofan didn’t even glance at the tray, just raised her hand again, and a third new tray was handed over.

"One braised tomato beef, one potato chicken."

They suddenly realized these people were up to no good.

The cafeteria lady refused to move, while another ran to the manager’s office.

"Are you deaf? I said I want one braised tomato beef, one potato chicken."

The cafeteria lady wielded her ladle, gritting her teeth: "Just wait, someone will come to deal with you, I’ve had enough of you!"

At that moment, the cafeteria manager rushed over, panting.

"Manager, she’s the one causing trouble!"

The fat guy, seeing it was Song Zhuofan, frowned instantly.

He naturally knew who Song Zhuofan was.

The top student of the senior year, always the top!

The principal’s darling, one of Star River Middle School’s future achievements.

Though a relative of the principal, able to fearlessly bully many students, Song Zhuofan was one of the few that gave him pause.

"Song, what’s going on?"

"I’m here to eat." Song Zhuofan stated with rightful indignation, not showing any respect to the fat guy: "I’m paying for my meal, and this lady says I’m causing trouble, where’s the justice in that?"

The cafeteria manager said nothing, instead turned and coldly scolded the cafeteria lady:

"They’re here paying for their own meal; why accuse them of causing trouble? Quickly serve them!"

Then he turned around, a greasy smile appearing on his face:

"Song, rest assured, our cafeteria aims to meet students’ needs, striving for a positive dining environment."

Before Song Zhuofan could speak, the hot-tempered Li Xuan couldn’t hold back.

He casually searched through the dish and quickly found an old acquaintance.

Picking it up, Li Xuan sneered:

"Come, tell us, what is this?"

The fat guy squinted, smiling, speaking nonsense: "Classmate, this is obviously shredded meat, what else could it be?"

Li Xuan fumed: "You’re not human, say again what this is!"

"Of course, shredded meat." The fat guy still smiled, though coldly: "If it weren’t for your teacher intervening this morning, I’d have sent you to the principal, do you dare act up now?"

His gaze was like a poisonous snake on Li Xuan, voice low and sinister: "Song is the top of the school, a sure entry into Qingbei, an achievement for the school, the apple of every leader’s eye."

"And you all?" The fat guy smirked insincerely: "Do you come from powerful, influential families, or add achievements to the school? Causing trouble here, think of your parents, how much they’ve sacrificed for you to study here, foolish youth."

Song Zhuofan knew this fat guy intended to sow discord, so she sighed:

"Yes, they don’t have my grades, nor strong backgrounds."

The fat guy was momentarily surprised but nodded, continuing earnestly:

"Students, you can report any issue to me, no need to gather and cause trouble, disband, disband."

But Song Zhuofan laughed, her eyes flashing brightly.

Then she picked up a tray, filled with steaming food.

Seeing this, the fat guy finally felt relieved internally.

True, he was the principal’s relative, often bullied these students, which he could manage no matter the scale.

But only a student riot was beyond his control.

Even as the principal’s relative, asking the principal for help at those times would ultimately provide a handle for others, not worth it.

Suddenly, Song Zhuofan gave him a strange smile.

For a moment, the fat guy felt the rogue’s unruly audacity.

Thinking it an illusion, he blinked, dazed.

Yet.

The studious persona of Song Zhuofan vanished, replaced with a cruel smile.

She then hurled the tray she held, aiming directly at the fat guy’s forehead,

Smack!

The tray, slammed hard by Song Zhuofan, hit directly on the fat guy’s forehead.

"Ah..."

The fat guy shouted, in pain from the hit and scalded by the food.

At the moment, his mind buzzed, standing dumbfounded.

Mad, she must be mad!

The fat guy gritted his teeth, furiously roaring: "You’re finished, I’m telling you, you’re finished..."

Yet before he could finish, Song Zhuofan slapped him across the face:

"Keep barking, keep barking, summoning your family’s spirits?"

Boom!

This moment, the repressed senior students could no longer endure.

They flipped tables, smashed glass.

Soon, this stall was in ruins.

Everyone was at that hormone-frenzied age and had been suppressed for so long.

In this moment, old and new grudges burst out together!

By now, the cafeteria staff, sensing the situation, ran faster than rabbits, fearing the red-eyed students would turn on them.

As for the left-behind fat guy, karma struck swiftly.

If not for a few rational students holding back, he might’ve been beaten to death.

"Come on, didn’t you love feeding us crap? Try it yourself today!"

"I know you’re the principal’s relative, think you’re impressive? We’re hitting the principal’s relative!"

"Guys, make way, let me give him a couple of kicks too!"