Half of it above, half below, the middle lodged inside the table.
Even sawdust was fluttering down.
"..."
The entire canteen fell silent in an instant as if all the noise had been carried away by that single chopstick.
Jiang Ran had been watching Ying Zijin the entire time, so there was no way he could have missed it.
His hand unconsciously loosened, and the tray he was holding clattered down.
Food from the plate spilled all over his junior.
The junior didn't shout this time because he was too dumbfounded.
Not just him, all the students who saw this were dumbfounded.
It was as if they had seen a ghost.
Zhong Zhiwan stared at the chopstick barely half an inch from her plate, her mind buzzing with noise: "..."
She couldn't believe what she saw and looked at Ying Zijin, her lips trembling.
If that chopstick had been off by even a little bit, it wouldn't have lodged in the table but…