The female pastry chef clearly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
She couldn't help being taken aback.
Jason hungry again
Immediately, it is self-blame.
Sure enough, I still do less.
No.
The sweets that should be pastries are too simple, and it is difficult to really support a lunch.
I need to learn other ways to cook!
But the sweetness in the pastry house cannot be mixed with other flavors...
Remodeling the hallway
The female pastry chef fell into deep thought.
Teddy, the president of St. Mungo's Student Union, didn't notice Jason swallowing at all, and she walked over carelessly.
"Mr. Jason, this is your identification card at St. Mungo's College."
"This is the school emblem."
"This is your first week's salary."
The female president handed Jason a kraft paper bag.
Inside the file bag is an identification card similar to a business card, but the material is metal.
Front reads: Student Council Advisor, Jason (like a printed sketch headshot).
The flip side reads: PY86.11.2-PY87.11.2
Below that is the badge of St. Mungo's College.
A picture of dawn piercing the dimness.
The school badge is also like this, but it is more vivid, turning the beam of dawn into a long sword.
Then there is the previously agreed weekly salary of 35 yuan.
Jason glanced over without stopping.
Because the scent left on the body of the female student council president in front of him had already attracted his attention.
"Have you encountered anything special before?"
"Since you sent us back yesterday."
Jason asked.
"Nothing special."
"After sending you back, I returned to St. Mungo's College."
"Then routinely deal with chores."
The president of the girls' club was thinking while talking, and then, suddenly, she patted her palm.
"correct."
"I found something odd in Room 13 this morning."
"It should be similar to a sacrifice... No, no, it's not the kind you think, Teacher Jason, it's the kind of 'psychic game' that is very popular among students."
Looking at Jason, who suddenly had a serious face, the female student council president waved her hands again and again to explain.
"Some weird 'psychic games' are very popular in Xinde City recently."
"There's 'Bloody Mary,' 'Four Run,' 'Deal at the Crossroads,' 'The Conjuring,' and more."
"Although the student union is working hard to ban it, many students are still playing it secretly."
Speaking of this, Teddy looked helpless.
As a person of the same age, she is very aware of how attractive such a game is.
Even she refused all of them because of the duty of the president of the student council.
And the rest
The female student council president can't guarantee it.
She even guessed that some members of the student union were playing this game in private.
After all, it's just a game, and no one will die.
Listening to Teddy's description, Jason frowned.
There is no doubt that the 'food' in the dungeon world is not only much less, but also good at hiding.
"Changes in the environment, survival of the fittest?"
Jason looked at the smooth road outside the window, and the buildings not far away, and thought subconsciously.
Clearly, everything is changing.
Change with change.
Even the sky will become less blue.
And the female pastry chef who had been thinking about it also came back to her senses.
"Teddy, you must stop such a game."
"There are many things that we cannot understand now."
"Similarly, there are many existences that we cannot know."
"If you are not careful, you will cause big trouble."
The female pastry chef said very seriously.
"Uh-huh."
The female student council president nodded.
It's not perfunctory.
Of course, it is not to approve of the words of the female pastry chef.
Simply because of her duty.
Jason put the identity certificate, school badge and money in the kraft paper bag on his body, then stood up and said:
"Can I go and see?"
"Are you interested in the 'psychic game' in classroom 13?"
The female student council president was a little surprised, but nodded immediately.
"Okay, I will return to the academy in a while, we can go together."
"How about you, Gichelle?"
Turning her head, the female student council president asked the female pastry chef.
"No."
"I need to look at the store."
"I took a day off yesterday because of an accident. If I take another rest, the business of the store will plummet."
The female pastry chef smiled and shook her head.
Then, when she watched Jason and his friends leave, she sighed softly.
"Sure enough, Jason is tired of simple pastries, so he can't wait to go to St. Mungo's College for dinner?"
"what do I do?"
"I… "
The female pastry chef who was still thinking and hesitating suddenly shook slightly.
When she stood firmly again, she walked directly to the counter, picked up the phone above, and dialed a number.
"Buy the shop next to the 'Watch Dog Bakery', transform it into a restaurant, and hire two, not three capable male chefs."
After speaking, she hung up the phone.
After a little hesitation, he tore off a sticky note and started writing.
…
Teddy chose the back seat this time.
She wanted to observe Jason up close.
However, after seeing Teddy sitting in the back seat, Jason sat in the passenger seat directly.
He still doesn't like interacting with strangers.
No matter male or female.
Especially when the 'food' smell dissipated, Jason was able to maintain his sanity.
Teddy looked at Jason sitting in the co-pilot, and couldn't help curling his lips.
But the next moment, he asked enthusiastically:
"Mr. Jason, what does the battlefield look like?"
Through the rearview mirror, Jason could clearly see the eagerness and anticipation in the eyes of the female student president.
Therefore, he said directly:
"hell."
"Once you've been there once, you never want to go again."
Such an answer was obviously different from what the female student council president imagined.
"When the guns are booming and the smoke is filled, isn't there anything romantic about it?"
she asked unwillingly.
"Is death romantic?"
"not romantic."
"Any romance against the background of death is just false—people, once dead, there is nothing."
Jason said bluntly.
And this made the student council president completely shut up.
She looked at Jason angrily.
It looked like he wanted to bite Jason.
But in her heart, she thought that what Jason said should be right.
After all, no one wants to die.
If you want the romance of the battlefield, can you only be an 'immortal'
But how could such a person exist.
Thinking from the bottom of my heart, the thoughts of the female student council president involuntarily spread out.
She was thinking that if she could not die, how would she enjoy the romance of the battlefield
Silence followed the second half.
The silence was not broken until we pulled into St. Mungo's College.
A member of the student union that Jason had seen had obvious anxiety on his face. When he saw Teddy's car, he ran over in a hurry, and said without waiting for Teddy to get off the car—
"President, something happened!"