But the other party seemed to have sensed some sort of aura, as a faint golden glow suddenly gathered in his somewhat hollow eyes, his gaze moving away from the tiny tomatoes, then landing on Lin Yi.
He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively grabbed a handful of tiny tomatoes, smeared with tomato juice, and held them out to Lin Yi, "Try some?"
Lin Yi’s pupils shrank slightly, and a hand clutching several tiny tomatoes suddenly loomed into his lowered gaze, causing a chill to spin down his spine.
At this moment, he was presented with an option to refuse, but he realized quite clearly that what he should do was not to refuse but to ignore.
Because even if he refused, it would mean that he had already accepted a certain request for interaction from the other party.
He silently moved his tray aside, then turned to Wei Shan and the others, asking, "I’m done eating, what about you?"
Wei Liang spread his hands helplessly and spoke, "We finished eating a while ago, just didn’t have the heart to interrupt your tender gaze with the tray."
Lin Yi’s lips twitched fiercely. He was about to say something when Tian Bufan’s voice came from behind him, "If you’re done, let’s go."
Turning around, Lin Yi saw Tian Bufan standing behind him with a bowl of soy milk, taking a sip as he spoke.
Tian Bufan clearly saw the Art Student who had taken over his seat, which is why he wasn’t in a hurry to sit down.
"So... shall we go?" Lin Yi hesitated.
Tian Bufan immediately gulped down the soy milk, then picked up his tray, leading the way to the utensil return area.
Everyone started to move.
But at that moment, the Art Student suddenly stood up, insisting as he held out a handful of tiny tomatoes to Lin Yi, "Are you sure... you won’t try? You have already been targeted, and here, only your own kind have the right to survive."
The vivid, nearly dripping skin of the tiny tomatoes glistened with droplets of water, the fresh fruity scent gently wafting into Lin Yi’s nostrils, yet beneath this scent, there was a deeply hidden stench of blood.
A faint golden light shimmered in the Art Student’s eyes, and the ceiling light overhead seemed to dim at that moment.
He quietly watched Lin Yi’s expression, expecting any kind of response from him.
Lin Yi’s step faltered slightly, but he continued to walk forward.
Seeing that Lin Yi remained unmoved, the smile in the eyes of the Art Student gradually faded, he lowered his head though his gaze remained unchanged, his eyelids covering half his eyes, making him look suddenly more sinister.
He slowly began to speak, his mouth uttering some indecipherable syllables, and some students at the restaurant who were still eating seemed, as if summoned, to stop their meals, stand up from their seats, and with zombie-like stiff movements, started to converge towards Lin Yi and his friends.
As these people moved, their stiff limbs made cringing sounds, and the dragging of their feet on the ground created a "shushing" noise.
The Art Student sat back down, his gaze never leaving Lin Yi’s retreating figure, then he grabbed a tiny tomato and threw it into his mouth, crunching away.
Bright tomato juice flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripped down his chin, and fell onto the tray.
He kept chewing the tiny tomatoes, the tomato juice continually dripping.
"Drip, drip, drip..."
Gradually, a chef wearing a green apron appeared near him, carrying the trademark sinister smile, casually handing him another tomato.
He took the tomato and set it aside, continuing to eat the tiny tomatoes.
The chef with the green apron smiled radiantly, placing his hands on his stomach, obediently stepping aside like a restaurant waiter, his gaze following the Art Student’s to Lin Yi’s back.
Lin Yi deeply sensed the piercingly sharp gaze from behind; after he had ignored the invitation from the Art Student, an unmistakable malice instantly showed in the other’s eyes.
But Lin Yi was already accustomed to it, he reached up to scratch his scalp, making the numbness feel somewhat less numb.
He certainly knew that, but to be more precise, hadn’t they already been targeted?
Beginning from the first time he came to the cafeteria to eat, or perhaps from the moment they entered the campus, they had been targeted by the chef in the green apron.
"Could there be other unknown entities after them?"
Instead of relearning from someone else that he had been targeted by something, he was more puzzled by how the Art Student could determine this.
Was it written on his forehead?
Or was it because of that so-called "Perception Ability"?
Strange, truly strange...
Lin Yi felt puzzled, and at that moment, he inadvertently arrived at the side of a giant square column in the Student Cafeteria.
The moment he approached the column, he felt a creeping sensation, so he looked up at the column.
But the column was smooth and even, showing no apparent issue at first glance.
Lin Yi was initially startled, then quickly realized the problem lay elsewhere.
"The issue isn’t with this column! It’s—"
Following his intuition, he slowly moved his gaze and then on a nearby column, he saw a sculpture of a pure white arm.
The arm sculpture was frighteningly realistic; even the veins on the back of the hand were clearly sculptured as slight ridges, and at the broken end, you could still see a fractured humerus, along with a sculpture of blood that seemed poised to drip.