“Hey hey, speak quietly.” “Shhhh, don’t let anyone hear you.” “Mo Ji Wu, you have to be careful when talking about teachers.
It’s true he’s exaggerating, but that’s so students don’t cause trouble and become aware of the consequences of their actions.” The first was from Yun Xiao, the second from Chu Shangxi, and the last from Tang Wulin.
Mo Ji Wu fell silent as he looked at the fear on their faces before saying, “Alright.” His reply was so brief that the three waited for more, but he just turned and went inside.
The three looked around before entering too.
“Huh?
Where are the chairs?” Chu Shangxi was shocked as he looked at rows of tables with no chairs.
“Legend says the cafeteria has no chairs so students stay alert even while standing, and at the same time, eating while standing probably has benefits?” Yun Xiao explained to the other three, including Mo Ji Wu, who himself felt puzzled by the sight.
After entering, everyone found that most students were from Years 1 and 2, while the higher years were on the second and third floors respectively.
In the cafeteria, each floor corresponded to two school years.
After walking a bit, they reached three windows numbered 1, 2, and 3 respectively.
Yun Xiao explained it again like a walking encyclopedia, letting them understand that Window 3 had free food, Window 2 was subsidized for some and paid for others, while Window 1 required full payment from the student.
From this, Mo Ji Wu understood that the free food was ordinary, while the other meals were nutritious.
Maybe the first window was like the meal he had with Wu Zhangkong the first time he learned meditation.
Looking toward Window 3, they noticed a sign: “Steamed Buns.” Indicating that the free lunch food was steamed buns.
As they headed toward it, Chu Shangxi said, “Tang Wulin, since we can’t fight according to the rules, do you want to face me in an eating contest?” Mo Ji Wu turned with some curiosity to see what the children were planning.
But he heard something strange: “Do you think there will be enough buns?” It was Tang Wulin.
Why would a child suddenly ask if there was enough food in a student cafeteria?
How much could he eat?
Chu Shangxi also felt a bit strange, but replied, “Of course, and you can even eat until you’re satisfied and full.
Since we’re Soul Masters, it’s normal for us to eat more than ordinary people.” “What about the prize?” Tang Wulin asked.
“Hmm, how about the loser is responsible for cleaning the dorm room?” Chu Shangxi said.
“Let’s go, I’m already hungry.” Mo Ji Wu followed them without saying a word.
He found these children entertaining.
At least they were calmer than a certain teacher.
After getting a plate, Mo Ji Wu loaded 5 buns.
Each bun was the size of an adult’s fist, which was enough to fill his hunger until night easily.
While Tang Wulin was still loading buns, collecting ten before his plate was finally full, then they went to an empty table and stood around it, ready to begin.
But what shocked them was Mo Ji Wu, who sat on the table, reached for his shoe, which suddenly vanished into the air.
The three thought ‘Storage Soul Tool!’ making them think Mo Ji Wu was a young rich young master like Xie Xie, but what he did next was even more shocking.
He turned on his feet, climbed onto the table, and sat while still wearing his socks, and began eating as if it were normal.
‘No chairs?
I don’t have enough space, otherwise I’d have brought a chair with me.
What kind of school torments children while eating?’ “Mo Ji Wu… what are you doing?” Tang Wulin asked, the closest to him.
“Hmm?
I’m eating, what do you see me doing?” Mo Ji Wu replied in surprise.
“Ah, I can tell, but isn’t sitting on the table rude?” “And is it polite to put a table with no chairs?” The reply silenced the three, and since they couldn’t convince him, they just went silent.
And so the eating contest between Tang Wulin and Chu Shangxi began.
Mo Ji Wu finished his five buns quickly before drawing attention, then climbed down from the table after putting his shoes back on.
He only took them off so he wouldn’t dirty the table.
While continuing to watch, he felt more like he was watching two beasts eat.
The count had already reached fifteen buns and was still increasing, which drew attention in the cafeteria and students began gathering to watch and cheer.
And quickly someone started counting.
“Ooooh, he’s eaten the thirtieth bun and reached for the next one immediately!” “The other one is already about to be full, we have a winner!” “The plate is empty, is he done?
Has he had enough?
How reckless!
He’s going to get more!?” “What’s the East Sea Academy record for eating steamed buns?” “It’s 43 buns and he’s just surpassed it and reached 45 already!” Tang Wulin was drinking vegetable soup that came with the buns.
He drank directly from the bowl every five buns to moisten his mouth.
From his face, he was enjoying every bite and wasn’t just eating to fill his stomach.
‘Steamed buns the size of a palm are really delicious, they’re stuffed with large meatballs inside.
As soon as one piece of bun goes in, the fatty juices flow.
It’s really very delicious.’ And most importantly, he was still eating as if there was no tomorrow.
After throwing bun number fifty into his mouth, he shouted, “Make way, I’m getting more!” which brought a new wave of cheers.
Yun Xiao patted Chu Shangxi’s shoulder, telling him to go back and start cleaning already.
After bidding Mo Ji Wu farewell—who was also shocked and watching Tang Wulin make history—they left.
On the other hand, Tang Wulin brought another twenty buns and returned to keep eating.
And in the end, Tang Wulin broke a new record with 80 buns for one meal and five large bowls of soup.
When Mo Ji Wu left with him, all eyes were on them, or rather on Tang Wulin.
“Tang Wulin, how old are you?” Mo Ji Wu suddenly asked.
“Huh?
I’m only nine years old, why?” Tang Wulin was surprised by the question.
“Hmm, now I understand where the food went.
Your height says you’re already twelve.” Mo Ji Wu nodded in understanding.
Tang Wulin laughed a little awkwardly but felt happy that he could joke with someone, showing how close they were.
After bidding Mo Ji Wu farewell, Tang Wulin returned to the dorm while Mo Ji Wu headed outside to smoke a bit.
Since classes hadn’t started yet, he could stay outside without problems, or so he thought.
After 20 minutes, while Mo Ji Wu was standing outside smoking and drawing attention professionally, he heard a familiar voice for the third time that day.
“Mo Ji Wu?
You’re here?
Huh?
A pipe?
Are you smoking?” A barrage of questions suddenly from Tang Wulin, who came out of the academy looking at him in shock.
“Yes I’m here, and yes I smoke but it’s healthy, don’t worry.” Mo Ji Wu turned to find Tang Wulin, whom he had said goodbye to a short while ago, again, and felt a long time had passed because of the farewell and meeting even though it was one day.
“Oh I see, it’s good you’re not harming yourself.” Tang Wulin nodded in understanding before saying, “Don’t forget to return to the dorm before night or there will be disciplinary action.” “Hmm, disciplinary action you say?
Understood, thank you.” Mo Ji Wu thanked Tang Wulin, who said goodbye and continued on his way.
Even though he had a hint of curiosity about the strange Tang Wulin and where he was going, he wasn’t rude enough to impose himself on him on the first day of meeting.
After finishing his pipe, Mo Ji Wu returned to the Administration Office and requested to move out of the dorm, saying he already had a house in the city near the academy and didn’t need boarding.
It was approved, and so they could no longer bind him with three annoying children.
Then he went out again and headed to his treehouse and began meditating in it until evening fell, then went to the cafeteria for dinner, but this time he didn’t meet any of his acquaintances among the children.
But he felt enough annoyance that he ate quickly and went out again, returning to his home.
At dawn, Mo Ji Wu woke from meditation and came out of the treehouse while sensing his body.
‘Hmm, gathering soul power has become a bit slower indeed with the level increase, but it’s expected.’ But Mo Ji Wu discovered a problem.
He wasn’t on a mountain or in a forest, but a garden.
There was no river in it!
He couldn’t bathe or wash his clothes like this.
‘Hmm, did I rush?
No, I’m not wrong.
I’ll find a solution in the coming days.’ Mo Ji Wu threw the problem out of his head before climbing down after changing his clothes into the school uniform and heading toward the academy.
After entering the three-story cafeteria, which was almost empty because he came early, he saw that familiar tall child.
After taking a cup of milk, two eggs, three sausages, and a loaf of bread, he headed toward him.
“Good morning, Tang Wulin.” “Good mornin'” Tang Wulin replied with distorted speech and a full mouth.
“Eat first, talk later, or you’ll choke.” Mo Ji Wu replied calmly to him as he took off his shoes as usual.
Tang Wulin ignored him professionally at the same time.
Mo Ji Wu finished his meal while Tang Wulin brought another mountain of food and began finishing it.
Then the figure of the dagger boy appeared entering the cafeteria door.
He noticed them too and looked coldly before going on his way to get his food—directly from Window 1!
One would think the food on Xie Xie’s plate was similar to Tang Wulin’s at a glance.
However, close inspection would make one realize the difference.
Take the milk, for example—it wasn’t just milk, but taken from a spirit beast raised in a pen.
As with the other foods on his plate, they contained a greater amount of nutrients, all from different origins.
As the hall gradually filled, Tang Wulin’s fame began to spread.
And at eight o’clock, everyone gathered in the plaza and the opening ceremony began.