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"The cake is alright, isn't it?" Chris knelt down before Einer who was still quiet. Einer held himself even though a little bit pissed off, because that cake was something he got after a very hard work.

"Even though it hit the floor, but I think it's still good to eat," said Anton, Chris' friend.

"You're right. The cleaners do they work so well to clean the floors, so this isn't a big deal," Sam agreed.

"Is that so? Should we prove it?" Chris swept his palm to the floor, then tried to smear it onto the cake.

Einer absolutely didn't want his cake to encounter the dirty dust from the floor, so he slapped Chris' hand away and gave Chris a little shock.

"Oh wow, look what this loser do." Chris hit Einer’s head, slapped his face to fell. “Do you just slap my hand? How dare you! Who do you think you are, huh?”

Anton kicked Einer, stopping him to stood up.

“A boy who came to this place with pity, how dare you touch Chris with your dirty hands!"

"Chris, you need to wash your hands with so