Zhao Bai was a smart person and understood what this meant.
Deceiving the senses meant pushing open the door to the forbidden, and from this moment on, he could wield a knife against humanity.
In the past, this was an absolute taboo.
For such a long time, Zhao Bai and Theresa had tacitly agreed to keep this matter under wraps, living in peace.
Yet today, Theresa suddenly brought it to the forefront, even personally handing the switch of death to Zhao Bai.
Was this trust?
Or a test?
Zhao Bai dared not delve deeper.
Although Theresa often acted a bit useless, Zhao Bai remained wary of her.
After all, she was the Principal.
After a while, Zhao Bai slowly spoke, “Principal, is it really okay to casually hand over the power of life and death to me?” There was no joy in his voice, only a hint of unease.
Zhao Bai only wanted to be a chef; he had never thought about becoming a fighter.
Seeing this, Theresa stood on her tiptoes, patted his shoulder, and looked up at him with encouragement, her pupils seemingly shining with brilliance.
“I believe in you.” She said, “After two years of observation, I’ve found your heart to be as clear as a mirror, strong and brave, not violent or extreme—simply a perfect being.” “And you’re not a lolicon.” Theresa said with satisfaction, “The kinder a person is, the more they should take up arms to protect the things they cherish.” “I’m not a lolicon?” Zhao Bai muttered to himself, slightly missing the point.
Where did this rumor come from?
If even Theresa believed it, it must have spread widely.
But recently, there were rumors at school about Zhao Bai and Bronya; surely no one really thought Bronya wasn’t a loli, right?
Zhao Bai humbly asked, “May I ask how you figured out I’m not a lolicon?” “It’s simple.
For a long time, I’ve been tempting you with a light pink short nightgown and white stockings… Have you ever seen a girl dress like that at home?
These were actually trials for you.” “You were fishing for me?” Zhao Bai didn’t know, after all, he had never lived with a young single woman besides Theresa.
So girls don’t wear short skirts and stockings at home?
Zhao Bai suddenly felt a bit disappointed.
During their conversation, Theresa finally let loose and went back to her room to change into her real home clothes.
Zhao Bai cast an exploratory glance, waiting silently.
He wasn’t quite sure what real girls wore when living alone at home, and his curiosity stemmed from his lack of understanding.
With eager eyes, Theresa yawned as she walked out of her room.
She wore a loose short-sleeved shirt that enveloped her delicate body.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
The girl’s legs were as white as delicate mutton fat, soft and bouncy, like tofu.
Theresa’s thighs were white and soft, perfectly shaped and proportioned, with slender ankles that seemed unreal, almost like a 3D model.
Zhao Bai caught a faint scent coming from Theresa’s body.
How could it be worse than before?
So girls at home don’t wear short skirts and stockings, but rather old men’s shirts.
Zhao Bai felt a glimmer of hope completely extinguished.
Theresa sat down, adopting an extremely dignified posture.
“Although I’ve entrusted this device to you, as your superior, I will always retain the authority to remotely destroy it.
If your actions cause a major incident in the future, I will unhesitatingly destroy the device and take you to the judgment seat.” The word “together” was emphasized heavily.
Zhao Bai suddenly felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.
It was like a lonely child wandering in the wilderness finally finding their mother; someone cared for him so deeply, and Zhao Bai naturally felt he should express something in return.
He took out bitter melon and celery, using the anti-gravity knife to slice them, extracting a cup of juice that was both bitter and spicy.
“Apologies for the poor hospitality!” Zhao Bai returned to a peaceful life.
Opening the shop, finishing work, and engaging in a battle of wits with the maid.
The black-framed glasses lay in his embrace, having only been used once.
After putting it on, the slender, long-legged youth girls on the sidewalk turned into salted fish, a strong smell of the sea wafting through the air, with glistening salt crystals slowly rolling off the silver fish skin.
It was just too realistic.
Both the taste and appearance were incomparable.
Suddenly, an impulse surged in Zhao Bai’s heart, wanting to catch all the wandering salted fish, remove the bones, and boil them into a pot of milky white thick soup.
“Such a sin, such a sin.” Even though it was just a sudden thought, once he came to his senses, Zhao Bai felt an overwhelming sense of nausea.
Being a chef is a very sacred job.
Ingredients are like actors, and diners are the audience watching the performance, weaving ingredients and seasonings into a grand drama, and skillfully presenting it on the diners’ tongues is a true test of a chef’s skill.
Zhao Bai was a very serious chef.
It’s just that while others use fire, he uses a cannon.
Essentially, it’s the same.
In addition to running a restaurant, Zhao Bai also worked part-time as a student, occasionally taking a day off to attend classes, which was a nice break.
He also had to participate in exams.
His grades ranked third, behind the humanoid computer angel Bronya and Fu Hua, who had thousands of years of exam experience.
To be honest, he was not satisfied with this result.
His aimless life of slacking off continued until today.
While Zhao Bai was at work, he received a text message.
“Zhao Bai, are you interested in taking a trip to Australia?” “?” A few seconds later, he received an immediate reply.
“There’s sunshine, beaches, and the world’s top-grade grain-fed beef.
In the global beef market, besides the far eastern Wagyu, there’s Australian beef.
Aren’t you interested?” Both messages came from the nun in his dormitory, Principal Theresa.
It was hard to imagine what could not be discussed at home.
It was either extremely urgent or too leisurely.
With such a relaxed tone, Zhao Bai found it hard to see any urgency, so it must be that she was too idle.
Heh, so leisurely.
No wonder she was so useless; this is the outcome of wasting time.
From start to finish, Zhao Bai only sent a question mark as a greeting, then threw himself into his busy work, not speaking to Theresa the entire afternoon.
It wasn’t until he got home in the evening that he sensed something was off.
Theresa clearly didn’t want to drag him to Australia for a vacation; she had something more important to discuss.
“Although the glasses have been developed, they have never been put into actual combat.
I looked at your past task records, and your initial verbal sparring was quite embarrassing, so I arranged a new task for you.” Theresa said proudly.
“A cattle ranch in cooperation with Schicksal has recently encountered some minor issues, and we hope to send someone to check it out.” “A cattle ranch?” Zhao Bai asked curiously, “There are actually non-arms dealers among Schicksal’s partners?” “It’s a ranch with a background in arms production.”