"Classmate? Classmate! This... This bowl is my Chaos." While he was eating heartily, it seemed like someone was poking him.
Yang Xiao snored from the bowl of the sea to a mess on his lips. He held it in his mouth and raised his head. The hot feeling on the tip of his tongue made him squint his eyes slightly.
He said vaguely: "Ga (ha)? Sheng Mo (what)?"
Opposite him was a boy wearing a dark down jacket. His face could not be seen clearly through the fogged lenses, and he seemed helpless.
"... I said, this bowl of chaos is mine." Seeing that Yang Xiao didn't respond, the boy added: "... Really! This is mine, celery and beef chaos!"
"Oh..." Yang Xiao's brain was obviously a little sticky due to the excessive loss of moisture in his eyes, and he was sluggish for a while.
"... Then... I'll give it back to you?" After saying that, he pretended to push the bowl over.
The dark down jacket was quiet for a while. Yang Xiao thought he was thinking about the feasibility of his proposal, so he chewed half of the chaos in his mouth without saying anything and waited sincerely.
But the other party sighed and said: "... Forget it, I'll eat your bowl."