The feeling of grievance inside her flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Right now, the only thing Chi Qingya wanted to do was to spit out the boiled fish she had just eaten.
But the moment she thought about how Su Li looked down on the meal she had painstakingly and sincerely prepared, it would be too heartbreaking if she herself also despised her own cooking.
So Chi Qingya forced back the urge to gag and swallowed the boiled fish directly.
She felt deeply moved, unsure if it was because she had added too much seasoning or because she was swallowing the boiled fish with tears streaming down her face.
Eating food she didn’t like was an unbearably painful experience.
Even when her family was poor during her childhood, she had never felt such grievance.
But… if she couldn’t even cherish her own first time, who else would?
The more she thought this way, the sadder Chi Qingya’s heart became.
She sniffled and felt many eyes around her staring at her, so she lowered her head, unwilling to let others see her pitiful state.
In the eyes of others, someone eating such awful food must seem very strange, right?
They must have treated her as an outcast.
Chi Qingya’s body trembled slightly. She wished so badly for someone to be by her side right now, to accompany her and ease this awkward feeling.
But Chi Qingya knew very well that such a person wouldn’t appear.
The relationship between her and Su Li had deteriorated to the worst point, and her sisters had most likely already returned to the dormitory, nowhere near her side.
She hadn’t even cooked for her own family, yet Su Li humiliated her like this.
If…
If her parents saw the boiled fish she had made, they would surely finish it all, right?
Chi Qingya felt even more wronged inside and wanted to go home, to see her parents and younger sister.
Before she realized it, tears had already stained her face.
Tears dripped into the indescribable food in front of her, next to the vomit she had coughed up while eating.
She didn’t know how much she had eaten. She felt like she was trying very hard to eat it.
But the pile of vomit beside her was already forming a small mountain, almost as tall as the box that held her boiled fish.
In the end, Chi Qingya didn’t finish the meal.
She only ate halfway when her stomach suddenly sent out a sharp pain.
Just like the day she got drunk with her sisters.
But that day, when the pain hit, she had already been home.
This time, she was still in the dining hall.
The nearest toilet was quite a distance away.
Chi Qingya looked at the carefully prepared “bento” in front of her and still couldn’t bring herself to cherish this first time.
Her heart was full of reluctance and sadness.
But at this moment, she could only press her legs tightly together and clutch her stomach, wanting to find a toilet.
She thought to herself, “I’ll continue eating after I come back…”
But when she recalled how uncomfortable she felt while eating the boiled fish, she suddenly wished that when she returned, she wouldn’t have to see this meal anymore.
Dark clouds quickly gathered, and the once clear sky was covered by thick gloom.
Outside the campus dining hall, rain fell suddenly without warning. At first, it was sparse droplets, but soon it turned into dense lines of rain, pattering heavily onto the ground.
The raindrops gathered into small puddles on the ground, then the continuous drops stirred up ripples one after another.
Chi Qingya stared anxiously at the dense curtain of rain.
Misfortunes never come singly.
If she wanted to hurry to find the toilet, she had no choice but to dash into the rain ahead of her.
She stamped her foot anxiously, but with each sudden movement, her stomach churned fiercely, forcing her to clamp tightly down below.
[雅俗共赏: Anyone there?]
Chi Qingya hurriedly sent a message in the Sister Group, but after waiting for a long time, no one replied.
Her stomach churned again. She had no choice but to put away her phone.
She glanced at the people passing by with umbrellas nearby but still didn’t have the courage to bother anyone.
In the end, she had no choice but to tightly clench her legs and dash straight into the rain.
The sting in her nose grew sharper. Rain soaked her clothes, and she felt inexplicably sad.
But the churning in her stomach reminded her that this was not the time to think about such things.
Still, tears escaped from the corners of her eyes, mixing with the rain.
She ran while crying softly, unable to understand why, despite all her efforts, life seemed to have tangled itself up again.
She clearly could live well on her own. So why was it still like this…
Chi Qingya whimpered quietly. Running wildly through the campus without an umbrella made her feel like an outcast.
If she cried out loud, it would be even more embarrassing.
After finally reaching the toilet, Chi Qingya suddenly realized that the tissue she had brought was already soaked by the rain and completely unusable.
Her heart filled with sorrow. She crouched down on the toilet seat, burying her face in her knees, and cried.
It seemed like…
Long ago, she had secretly hidden in the toilet to cry just like this.
She had thought… she had thought everything was getting better.
But it seemed like nothing had changed at all.
She was still as miserable as she was now.
Her phone in the Sister Group still hadn’t received any replies.
Originally, Chi Qingya wanted to ask her sisters to bring her an umbrella, but now she just wanted them to bring her some tissues.
Yet, deep down, she didn’t want them to see her in such a pitiful state.
Chi Qingya hid her face in her knees and continued to sob.
Suddenly, she realized she might have even left her bento box behind in the dining hall.
…
Inside the dining hall.
The cleaning lady looked at the indescribable mess of food on the table and the pile of vomit beside it, frozen in place for a moment.
She frowned as she stared at the “food” in front of her, unable to call it food.
“What is this? Are they really trying to feed this to people? Aren’t they afraid of ending up in the hospital?”
She muttered, knowing this meal wasn’t made by the dining hall kitchen.
It was probably a student’s own cooking brought in.
But now, no students remained in the dining hall, so this meal was certainly discarded here by its owner.
“What a waste of food.”
The cleaning lady sighed. Although she was used to students leaving unfinished meals in the water bucket,
there was a difference between unfinished food and food made so bad it was inedible.
She shook her head, her eyes full of disdain.
These university students nowadays… wasting food is one thing, but making it this awful was unacceptable.
And making such a mess on the table so that she didn’t even want to clean it up…
This pile was an insult even to pigs if thrown into the water bucket. Better to just flush it down the drain.