240: Chapter 239: School Routine 240: Chapter 239: School Routine The next day.
“Ding ding ding…”
Around 8:30 AM, the first bell rang through the White Seagull High School’s academic building.
This morning, the atmosphere in the second class of the freshman year was strange, all because of the return of the owner of the first seat beside the window!
The students whispered among themselves.
“Mr.
Xia Yu is back.”
“He defeated a Five-Star Chef in a culinary competition, right?
He took a week off; there must have been sothing big going on.”
“Eh?
What a coincidence, last week was the exact ti for the new students to have their residency training at that prestigious culinary school…”
“Exactly, Mr.
Xia Yu must have gone to Far Moon!”
Indeed, similar voices filled the classroom ever since Xia Yu had defeated Lancelot that week.
Even the rumors spread from one to ten, and ten to a hundred, not just among students, but soon even the teachers knew about Xia Yu’s glorious deeds, and saw a week-long broadcast of the culinary battle clips on Tokyo TV Station’s gourt program.
Afterwards, it took a notification from the IGO organization received by the head of the academy to convene a eting specifically to instruct the teachers to curb the increasingly exaggerated rumors.
Xia Yu, chin propped on his hand, looked out the window.
The academy courtyard and the park across, where cherry blossoms had almost all fallen, leaving the branches bare.
It was the end of April, the start of May—just like the fleeting season, ti always slipped by unnoticed.
Regardless of people talking about him, Xia Yu remained expressionless but sighed internally.
Just the culinary competitions alone, had caused a sensation at White Seagull High School, and wait until Taste Weekly published his exclusive interview—wouldn’t his high school life consist entirely of autographs and whispered conversations?
Reluctantly entertaining such thoughts,
his forehead furrowed as he recalled that morning’s arrival at school, when he opened his locker to change shoes and letters poured out in an impressive spectacle, stupefying so of the boys nearby.
That’s right, those letters were love letters straight out of a classic ani scene—damn it, Xia Yu even saw a few written by boys, and his mind was utterly chaotic at that mont.
It seed that the students of White Seagull High School all understood what it ant for Xia Yu to defeat the Five-Star Chef, Lancelot.
It was sothing even the Ten Masters of Far Moon couldn’t manage.
In other words, in the eyes of White Seagull’s faculty and students, Xia Yu was essentially a culinary genius hidden in an ordinary high school—actually, this wasn’t wrong to say.
Snap!
A hand suddenly landed on Xia Yu’s shoulder, quietly.
“Hmm?”
Almost reflexively, his left hand pressed back while his right hand grabbed the hand on his shoulder.
Xia Yu remained seated, but the person behind him let out a terrified yell, “Ahh ahh, it’s !
Yu!”
The whole class turned around, staring in shock.
Nishimura Eiki was almost airborne, about to crash hard onto the floor as many girls scread or covered their eyes, unable to watch, but Xia Yu loosened his grip, stood up, and Nishimura Eiki, suspended in midair, landed safely on his shoulder.
“Steady now.”
Xia Yu set Nishimura Eiki down.
Thud thud thud.
With wobbly legs, the high school boy turned pale and nearly fell backward onto his butt.
Xia Yu, reluctantly, simply reached out and caught him.
The classroom fell silent.
Cough, cough.
Realizing he had overreacted, Xia Yu awkwardly patted Nishimura Eiki on the shoulder, “Lucian, don’t sneak up on people from behind next ti; it’s dangerous!”
Xia Yu habitually used his gaming nickna to address him.
“Indeed dangerous!” Nishimura Eiki covered his chest, his heart pounding violently as if it were about to split his body open.
He stared at Xia Yu up and down with a look reserved for monsters.
In just the blink of an eye, he had been hoisted into the air, a sense of weightlessness far more real than being lifted by a giant monster lord in a ga.
“How do you feel like a Berserker!” Nishimura Eiki’s legs went weak, and he couldn’t help but complain to the next table as he sat down on the chair.
“Sorry about that.”
Xia Yu scratched his face.
The night before, he was almost like a child with a new toy, hopping around the room, practicing Martial Arts all night.
He reflexively countered Nishimura Eiki just now, using the techniques of “throwing” and “grappling.”
If he hadn’t reduced his force in ti just now, and had actually thrown his friend onto the hard floor, then this friend wouldn’t need to co to school this week.
After all, he still hadn’t mastered it, unable to control his power at will.
Before classes officially started, class advisor Saito Yui made a visit and took Xia Yu away on her way out.
Principal’s office.
As Xia Yu entered, a middle-aged man with a scholarly deanor who was pacing the room ca over to shake hands with him, smiling, “Mr.
Xia Yu, I am Chiyoda Naoto, the president of the academy.
This is our first eting.”
Chiyoda Naoto?
Noticing his surna, Xia Yu didn’t hide his surprise.
Before Xia Yu could ask, Chiyoda Naoto, with a aningful look, said, “Mr.
Xia Yu, you are not mistaken, my family is indeed the Chiyoda family from the ‘Four Noble Families’.
However, I am a mber of a collateral branch with no culinary talent, so I manage so of the family’s enterprises instead.”
Thinking of Dubian Yuuki’s “Taste Weekly.”
Xia Yu thought to himself that these ‘Four Noble Families,’ from education to dia, indeed spread their branches far and wide, touching many fields, each unfathomable.
He didn’t pay much attention to the political news.
In this world’s Neon, the so-called ‘Five Great Families’—the Koizumi family, **** family, Aso family, Hatoyama family, and Futian family—should have been replaced by the ‘Four Noble Families.’
Dojima Yin and Liangzi Lina had said that ‘Takai Group’ had the credentials to challenge the ‘Four Noble Families’.
So, how formidable was Takai Masashi’s gourt group?
“Mr.
Xia Yu, I want to talk to you about sothing regarding your academic matters,” Chiyoda Naoto said in a negotiating tone, which greatly startled Saito Yui who was standing at the door.
“Academic matters?”
“Yes,” Chiyoda Naoto observed Xia Yu’s expression, “Given that you possess extraordinary culinary talent and have already acquired a respectable level of culinary skills…
ahem, I think you should focus more on the culinary field…”
“Are you asking to withdraw from school?” Xia Yu frowned slightly.
“No, no!”
Chiyoda Naoto was startled; withdrawal was not his plan.
Having such a talented chef in the school, why worry about fa and influence?
His idea was to retain Xia Yu as much as possible.
If such a special talent were to fall into the hands of private schools, they wouldn’t know how to mock White Seagull High School.
Biting his lips, Chiyoda Naoto said outright, “I have already cleared out a room for club activities and transford it into your personal kitchen.
Please rest assured, the remodeling costs will be covered by the school.
Whether you attend regular classes or work on cooking in the kitchen depends on your schedule, but if you attend class, make sure not to leave early or be late…”
“So, does this an my academic record is still preserved, I can still progress through school normally, and I can apply to university?” Xia Yu’s brows relaxed.
Chiyoda Naoto nodded with a strange look in his eyes.
He couldn’t understand why Xia Yu was still concerned about his academic credentials.
But Xia Yu had his own reasons.
If he hadn’t co to this world, he would have followed the original unlucky person’s life trajectory of just attending school, progressing through education, and then working to live an ordinary life.
Since he was confident he could obtain standard academic credentials, why give them up?
Moreover, even if he wanted to leave school, the old man might not have his wish granted.
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