By the time they returned to the dormitory, it was almost nine o'clock; they had their arms full of stuff, which they piled onto the table.
Luo Qianqian wore an expression of exhaustion, "Why did we end up buying such a huge watermelon? We don't even have a knife big enough to cut it..."
"We have spoons, that's enough," Qin Nuan calmly placed the watermelon on the table and set the other items on the floor. She clenched her fist and punched the center of the watermelon.
However, the watermelon merely spun around and remained unscathed.
Qin Nuan grew awkward, "Ahem, I didn't hit it at the right angle." She steadied the watermelon and delivered another punch straight from above.
The next second, a red-faced Qin Nuan, clutching her hand and silently hopping in place with tears almost falling, finally gave up.
Zhang Yun sighed, took the usual fruit knife, made an incision, and gently tapped the watermelon, which then split in two and wobbled on the table.
