"Damn Zhou Pi, it's so hot out and he still had us eat lunch then start working. If I had been a little slower, I probably would have ended up in the hospital with Wang Da Ye from heatstroke. Thanks to Wang Da Ye, today Zhou Pi let us go home early." Wang Ming muttered as he walked.,Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,It turned out that as soon as the walnut was bitten, something similar flowed into Wang Ming's throat along his teeth and into his stomach.。