Empress, your vest has fallen!

CHAPTER 5: CAFETERIA

They finally arrived in the cafeteria 1234567890 years later. I'm sure you didn't realize anything was missing because you didn't read those figures. However, I hope you do not return because nothing is truly missing.

She placed an order for lunch, and there were no tables available. Cristine bemoaned the fact that their cafeteria was so small. Cristine held the school responsible, but it was not the only place where people could eat. Cristine believes she exaggerated her life difficulties when it wasn't necessary.

Cristine was already hungry, so the school canteen was the nearest option. She scans the entire cafeteria with her eyes. Cristine was perplexed as to why all university students had the same amount of break time. Is it possible for them to arrive an hour earlier? Cristine fantasizes about having a leg up in the competition for a seat. Cristine shakes her head, pondering whether anything could be worse than her first day.

Cristine noticed her older brother and other students at the gathering. Cristine is unfamiliar with her brother's college classmates. Despite their closeness, they each have their own lives.

Cristine surveyed the Cafeteria once more for empty seats, but instead noticed Tristan. Cristine, of course, does not want to be associated with him. Of course, they aren't even close. She noticed a vacancy. A man with old-fashioned black-framed glasses sits alone at his table, and no one approaches him. Cristine thought it was fine to be a little cheeky and ask for seats.

There are still three slots available. Cristine decided that sitting with him was preferable to sitting with her older brother and Tristan. It's more tranquil. Relationships are not something I wish to climb. Hannah's hands are grabbed by Cristine. They made their way over to the gentleman's table.

"Do you have a companion? Is the seat vacant? Can we sit here?" Cristine inquired, sitting down without waiting for the guy to respond, clearly not wanting the guy to refuse.

Hannah appears bewildered as a result of Cristine's operations. Who would want to take a seat like this? Hannah shakes her head and walks over to Cristine to ask for a seat, but she trips and falls.

Cristine pinches her temple. She doesn't want to draw attention to herself, yet what Hannah is doing right now is terrific. People only gave Hannah a passing glance as she fell to the floor, scattering the food. Cristine, of course, can't stand not assisting Hannah. "You fool," she mutters as she stands up and swiftly assists Hannah.

Hannah's hair is splattered with food. She's in a state of disorder. Some looked at them with disgust and sneered. Hannah does her hardest to remain calm, which is obviously impossible with tears in her eyes.

Hannah said, "I'm sorry," with trembling lips, evidently embarrassed by her clumsiness. Students were thrilled by the spectacle. Someone's misfortune has clearly made them happy.

"Come on, don't cry here," Cristine says gently as she pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes the food from Hannah's hair. Cristine is bothered by people's attitudes and finds them inhumane.

Some students are still keeping an eye on them. It's a little unpleasant. Everyone's gossiping eyes are obviously apparent to her.

"What are you looking at? Have you just seen a lovely woman fall down? If you're still watching, I'll dig your eyes out." Cristine threatens everyone. She scrutinized everyone who showed hostility and contempt with a narrowed and piercing stare. Clearly forgetting that this is a civilized society where digging into someone's eyes is prohibited.

“One,”

“Two,”

Students subconsciously take their eyes off in a hurry. Cristine was pleased with their compliant behavior. Others, on the other hand, take time to load what they have done. It has no influence on other people's gossiping.

Cristine overheard someone remark she's cool; she has a witch's demeanor and is definitely jealous; and some people were curious if she was a freshman and other things. Cristine simply rolled her eyes at the student's inquisitiveness.

Cristine, ostensibly repulsed by Hannah's snot, says, "You still cry." Cristine isn't fond of anything that isn't strong. She is easily moved by empathy, but she believes it will be used against her in the future. It could be her fatal flaw.

Hannah exclaimed coquettishly, "Cristine." She didn't want Cristine to continue to tease her. She understands that sobbing won't make things better, yet she can't help herself.

"Let's get something to eat." Cristine demanded, "I'm starving." She was unhappy that her meal was constantly interrupted; she was so hungry, could someone please just let her eat in peace?

Cristine turned around to return to her seat while they were still standing on the dirty floor. She noticed Tristan and his other companions approaching them. Cristine thought the F4 vibes, combined with a nice background, were perfect for the occasion.

Cristine said a curse. She tries to stay away from Tristan. Cristine just refuses to see him, not because she is guilty. He appeared to be her personal foe.

"Look who's here," Tristan says as he smiles at Cristine. His entire demeanor is permeated with arrogance.

"Continue watching, I'm done enjoying the scenery here," Cristine said, scourging Tristan. Cristine rubbed her abdomen, signaling to everyone that she was hungry and that they should back off. She wanted to be fed.

"Won't you at the very least thank me, young lady?" Because of me, we didn't get the penalty in class. And if I recall correctly, you are still strolling around the campus if I haven't grabbed you." Cristine sensed Tristan's confidence in his tone. His expression also conveys a desire to be acknowledged and thanked. Cristine was annoyed because she thought all of them seemed to be true.

“Of course you didn’t help just to count it, right?” Cristine gave Tristan a sidelong glance. This guy is a pain in the neck. She didn't believe he was born to annoy her.

"All right, all right, I was only teasing you. You're too fun to tease," Tristan grinned as he looked at her. She despised his stare; it was as if he could read her mind.

"All right, you're done. Thank you, okay? I'm fully aware that it was your credit that the professor didn't scold us," she said sarcastically, giving him an unhappy look. Cristine doesn't like feeling like a prey when she's with Tristan.

"Well, your tone isn't exactly pleasant." "For the time being, I'll take it," Tristan said with a lovely smile. Cristine isn't sure whether he's mocking her, but she can't deny that his smile had her hooked. For the sake of everyone, he should grin less. It also has the potential to trigger a heart attack.

For those that are interested. Even if you don't have Tristan's killer smile, smile. If you can't afford to smile, even if it's free, you're the poorest person on the planet, right?

"Do whatever you want; you can leave now, you're bothersome," Cristine says, attempting to persuade Tristan to leave right away. There's a little less annoyance on her day now that he's gone. Despite the fact that they each have a companion, they act as if they are the only ones present. They didn't realize that when they're together, they can't help but chat and argue with each other.

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