Chapter 39
Twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
When the door opened, Zhang Yuan squeezed in with a smirk on his big, round face.
"Yoren, your excuse for skipping class is too ridiculous. Mineralogy? What's next, flying to heaven?"
In truth, Yoren had two main reasons for calling Zhang Yuan over.
First, he was broke.
As for the second... he wasn't entirely sure himself. Maybe having a friend around would help ground him after slipping into this unfamiliar world.
Zhang Yuan placed a bag of buns on Yoren's cluttered desk, then frowned as his eyes landed on the poster on the wall.
"Yoren, why does your Rem... look so bloody? What's that red stuff on it?"
Yoren took a bite of a bun, chewing slowly before replying.
"Tomato juice."
Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes but didn't press the issue. Instead, he casually reached into his pocket and pulled out a few crumpled bills.