“Ahhh! What do you think you’re doing all of a sudden!?”
Her ankle suddenly grabbed, the girl’s face turned a deep red. She immediately began whacking the boy on the ground with her handbag in a flurry, desperately trying to break free.
“My rice… the white rice!”
Tang Cheng refused to let go. He had finally spotted food—how could he just give it up?
“Let me go! You… you pervert! Creep! You disgusting pig!”
“Rice… I’m so hungry… I want to eat…”
Tang Cheng’s cheek was pressed to the ground, his head spinning from the repeated blows, but his mouth still muttered about food.
“You’re… hungry?”
Only then did the girl pause her assault.
“Huh? This meat feels really tender… must be delicious…”
Just then, Tang Cheng became aware of the soft, silky sensation in his grasp. His hazy mind began to confuse the girl’s leg with something edible. He started crawling toward her as if trying to take a bite.
“Hey! That’s my leg! It’s not food—let go of me, you creep!”
Horrified to see drool dripping from the boy’s mouth, the girl panicked and began kicking and slamming her bag down on him again, trying to break free.
But Tang Cheng seemed too far gone from hunger. Even as stars danced in his vision from the beating, he stubbornly clung to her leg, as if ready to take a bite at any moment.
“You sick freak!”
Out of options, the girl suddenly remembered: there was still a half-eaten piece of bread in her bag—she’d taken a bite out of it this morning.
Sure, it might count as an indirect kiss, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Frantically, she held the bread up.
“Wait—I’ve got bread! If you let go of me, I’ll give it to you!”
“Bread!”
The word snapped Tang Cheng back to reality. Bread—wasn’t that a high-end luxury only the rich could afford?
Seeing the boy’s attention locked onto the bread, the girl immediately hurled it as far away as she could—like feeding a wild animal.
And just like a dog, Tang Cheng dove toward it, landing squarely on the spot and sinking his teeth into the bread.
There was already a small bite mark on it—clearly from a girl—but that didn’t matter. Without hesitation, he stuffed the whole thing into his mouth.
A bout of wolfing down ensued.
“Thanks for the bread…”
Just as he was about to thank the girl, he realized she had already run off, face flushed and panting. But Tang Cheng had clearly seen her face and the armband on her sleeve. That girl was none other than Tang Wanyue, the Student Council’s Disciplinary Committee member.
He’d seen her many times on the school stage. Her pure and delicate appearance had captivated more than a few students.
Such a life-saving favor had to be repaid tenfold, so Tang Cheng decided to confess his feelings to Tang Wanyue. As a man, offering himself in marriage was the only way to truly repay her kindness. So back then, he secretly slipped a heartfelt, several-thousand-word love letter into Tang Wanyue’s desk drawer.
The general content went something like: From the moment I saw you that day, I was completely smitten by your “bread”…
In any case, it was written with deep emotion, touching enough to move even the heavens!
“I wonder if Tang Wanyue ever… read that love letter…”
As his thoughts returned to the present, Tang Cheng quietly stared at Tang Wanyue sitting at the desk.
The beautiful girl he had once confessed to was now right in front of him. Should he take this opportunity to tell her his name?
But… maybe not.
After all, he was now an ugly zombie. Where would he get the courage to say it out loud?
Watching Tang Wanyue’s complexion slowly return to normal, Tang Cheng felt a bit relieved. He didn’t know how much longer he could maintain his human consciousness, but at the very least, he had to protect her for now.
After filling her stomach, the dullness in Tang Wanyue’s eyes finally gave way to a bit of light. She had honestly thought she was going to starve to death. Now, she looked toward Tang Cheng, who was standing by the kitchen door, with gratitude in her eyes.
“By the way… classmate, what’s your name?”
“M-My… name?”
As expected, that question made Tang Cheng panic.
The name he’d used was written in that love letter to Tang Wanyue. It was really hard to say it now… especially since he didn’t know whether she’d read the letter or not…