"Can't go on usual days, but we can go on our day off, right?"
Zhao Shun's brain was sharp, and he quickly found the hidden bug in a matter of seconds.
"The restaurant is closed on Mondays. We can all go there to have fun, no problem, right? Anyway, we don't need to enter the Olympic Village, no one will stop us."
"Maybe we might even run into some familiar athletes. I'm just not sure if it's okay to take photos, but if not, at least we can have the same food as the athletes."
"... Give me a break."
Lin Chen rolled his eyes dramatically. "Only providing food for the athletes, don't even think about increasing my workload!"
"Trying to mess with me, huh? Think about the consequences yourself. We have only one day off, but six working days, you know?"
"Uh, just kidding, haha," Zhao Shun wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and laughed awkwardly, "Do I seem like that kind of person?"
"You do." Old Chen, who was beside them, nodded solemnly.
