Capítulo 2097: Chapter 2094: Breakfast Check-In
Due to the school’s indefinite and irregular enrollnt.
Naturally, there are no concepts of sester openings or holidays, much less any fixed graduation year.
Once you arrive at the school, you’ll engage in endless ‘learning’ until you gain the principal’s attention, which might be your only chance to graduate.
Therefore,
a class often sees new students enroll, while others might suddenly leave… Most of the students have already been in class for decades or even centuries.
The class assigned to Han Dong and his three fellow top students, naturally, belongs to the most elite ‘rocket class’ with the strongest faculty.
The teachers are all forr top students, eligible to beco an “incarnation” of Mr.Teacher, yet due to incompatibility in nature, they chose to stay and educate, cultivating even more outstanding incarnation candidates.
The courses here essentially differ from regular campuses,
there are no courses like language arts, mathematics, physics, or history.
It is divided into four disciplines:
1. [Psychology] serves as the most important subject, with the class teacher responsible for teaching it.
2. [Integrated Science] covers all knowledge systems of science and engineering, even conducting various theoretical experints in class; these scientific foundations are summaries from different worlds.
3. [Integrated Literature] features a comprehensive literature system focused on multiple languages and archaeology,
also drawn from diverse worlds. If a student scores high school-wide in this subject, they might be recruited for a ‘clerical’ position at the academic office.
4. [Sports] revolves around various competitive activities, with relevant competitions held in the gymnasium periodically; it’s quite common to die in these competitions.
The physical education teacher, Posesro Holi, whom Han Dong already t during the entrance exam, is indeed very strong, especially in terms of speed.
With curiosity in their hearts, everyone left the dormitory early,
Ms. Marlina dragged a long tail stitched with fingers,
deford arms and a string of fingers hung on The Eye swayed as she bid farewell to the four.
However,
according to school rules, they could not proceed to the classroom building imdiately.
They must first head to the cafeteria for a “breakfast check-in.”
[Cafeteria] is located on the other side of the dormitory area,
fully occupying a massive single-layer circular structure with twelve entrances,
each guarded by a severely hunchbacked, burly security guard resembling a cockroach.
In their hands, they hold a ‘lottery box.’
Each arriving student must draw a pre-al lottery, and the drawn slip clearly states the food and portion,
which can be exchanged at the corresponding window,
and they must finish the al alone with no more than 3% food left, otherwise, they cannot complete the al check-in.
“Eating here requires you to try your luck with a draw.”
Newton drew: “Spicy Dumplings”
Black White drew: “Oat Milk”, “Raw Eggs” ×2
Pope drew: “Fried Egg with Pork Skin”
All three looked normal, but Han Dong seed slightly stunned with his draw.
On Han Dong’s slip was “One Pound of Miscellaneous Stew.”
At that mont,
a group of passing students noticed the content on Han Dong’s slip,
imdiately displaying a perverse smile, as if recalling sothing nauseating, covering their mouths and leaving quickly.
“Oh? Seems like a special note… whether it’s good or bad remains to be seen.”
Han Dong quickly found the window labeled with the stew section, conveniently near the kitchen side exit,
where a foul, rotting odor perated; the server aunties each wore pighead masks to filter the air.
The so-called “Miscellaneous Stew”
consists of leftover scraps from the back kitchen and so substandard at offal, all stewed together in a large pot with various experintal secret ingredients.
Additionally, there were no trays provided here.
As Han Dong handed over his al ticket,
the Pig Head Auntie skillfully maneuvered the ladle, depositing a pound of stew at into a filthy plastic basin.
While handing it over, she kindly remarked, “If you’re still hungry, you can bring the basin for more.”
Compared to the normal breakfasts of the other three.
When Han Dong brought over a large basin of stew, the sense of discord was palpable;
Mr. Newton even took his spicy wontons to sit at a more distant spot,
from an overview of the cafeteria, about 10% of students drew stew, displaying extrely uncomfortable expressions, and so even began vomiting. (Incidentally, ‘vomit’ counts as leftovers too)
Faced with this large basin of greasy food,
Han Dong showed no expression,
he was well aware that “ntal entity” arriving in the psychological realm ans eating for ntal replenishnt, essential, even more crucial than the body eating food.
Having interacted with Eugenes multiple tis and swallowed source liquid, Han Dong cared little about how unpalatable the food was, as long as it was beneficial to him.
Forgoing the auntie’s big spoon,
he took up the large basin, gulping it down!
Constantly flowing into his mouth, even including rigid rectums, were consud without reservation.
This sight even caused several nearby students to vomit.
A minute later,
Han Dong approached the stew window, smiling and saying, “Auntie, please give two more pounds.”
Pig Head Auntie was briefly stunned for two seconds,
quickly serving Han Dong a second helping, which she then secretly reported to the “Chef and Cafeteria Head.”
After all,
Han Dong was the first student unable to get full on just one serving of stew, who even licked the plastic basin clean.
Gulp, gulp!
Another even larger basin went down.
Burp~
A massive belch echoed across the cafeteria, accompanied by a strong wave of restroom odor.
Gently patting his bulging round stomach,
Han Dong finally showed a satisfied expression,
“Finally full! Now I need to engage in lots of ntal labor; it’s really necessary to fill up on cognitive food.”
This scene,
even left Black White and Newton wide-eyed, they hadn’t expected Han Dong to beco so terrifying after leaving the Holy City all those years.
However,
what they didn’t know,
or rather, what no one except Han Dong knew,
was that beside Han Dong throughout stood a clown holding a balloon.
Just now, the eating was actually a joint effort,
the clown had inserted a straw into Han Dong’s esophagus, consuming more than half of the food for his own energy replenishnt.
Next, he would accompany Han Dong to the classroom… if necessary, he’d secretly insert red balloons into every student’s desk.
When everyone finished eating and prepared to leave.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The cafeteria floor trembled,
a massive man, stitched entirely with ‘pigs,’ was approaching them.
Nurous live pigs were stitched onto his back,
and his arms, structured like pig trotters, penetrated with iron hooks, hung fresh at pieces,
“You… seem to really enjoy my [Miscellaneous Stew].
Seeing a student like you makes happy.
At lunchti, you can skip the lottery, just co to the back kitchen directly~ to try new dishes for , and in return, I will offer you certain advantages and privileges.”
As the chef spoke, the pigs on his back were squealing wildly.
“Alright.”
While Han Dong agreed, he whispered under his breath: “If you’re interested, you could co and be a cook in my prison.”
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