Why are you blindly ordering me around?

Friday.

It was noon time.

When he reached Peking University, Zhang Ye headed straight for the canteen in his car. There were many places to eat on campus, but he did not go to those fanciful higher end eateries and instead came straight to the School 1’s canteen. It was cheap and the food tasted alright, though this place was well known for it’s pork shank.

There were many people inside.

As it was right about lunchtime, the few windows all had long queues.

“Look!”

“It’s Teacher Zhang Ye!”

“Teacher Zhang, good afternoon!”

“You are here to have lunch too? What are you doing here at School 1’s canteen?”

“Right, hee hee, you are such a big shot. Why would you eat with poor students like us?”