Volume 2 Chapter 83 Class A

  "Cut the crap, what do you want from me? Don't tell me you've gotten into some kind of trouble again or offended someone and are being chased to death, that's why you're here?" I stretched out one hand to pick up a pen on the table, twirling it around, the tip of the pen shining with a soft glow, reflecting the morning light in an exceptionally dazzling way.

  Yayoi said to me in a sharp tone: "No."

  I opened my eyes and curiously asked him: "What's going on?"

  "There's a huge dog chasing me, ahahahaha... it's coming!!! Mikan, save my life......" Just as Mikan's voice fell, a massive white dog appeared, pouncing towards him with its enormous paws. Mikan quickly ran towards me and grabbed onto my clothes tightly. I helplessly raised my fist and punched Mikan, sending him flying into the wall behind the classroom. Then, in an instant, I caught the dog's paw as it flew towards me and turned around to perform a shoulder throw (the dog was huge, so it was perfect for a shoulder throw). After slamming it to the ground, I swiftly raised my palm and slapped the dog right in the face. The movements were smooth and flawless!

  The dog instantly changed from ferocity to tears, sticking out its tongue and licking my fingers with a wronged expression.

  My eyebrows twitched as I raised my head and asked Miyu, who had been knocked into the wall: "What did you do to this dog?"

  "Ah, it's nothing. I was running to class this morning because I overslept and was afraid of being late, so I was running really fast. I didn't see that big bad dog squatting by the road gnawing on a bone, and then I accidentally stepped on its tail and kicked the bone into the sewer... it was really an accident! Later, when I ran to the teaching building, I realized I had forgotten my backpack, so I ran back to get it. When I came back, I passed by that place again and accidentally stepped on its tail once more, and also kicked the bone into the trash heap... Really, Xiaocha, you have to believe me, I didn't do it on purpose!"

  I squatted down and patted the dog's head: "You're wronged."

  The dog's eyes were brimming with tears and it let out a mournful "Wooo..."

  "My Xiao Bai~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Just as I was comforting the poor dog, the principal burst in from outside and grabbed my hand, crying loudly: "Xiao Bai ah, my Xiao Bai ah, I've said it before that I want to send you away for a rest. You're already old, but you still insist on accompanying me, facing all sorts of threats every day, always on alert for bombs, missiles, and grenades. Xiao Bai ah, my Xiao Bai ah... My poor Xiao Bai... You have to endure so much hardship and pain just to stay by my side, I'm really too moved!!!"

  The big dog struggled to get out of the principal's iron-like arms, but the principal thought the dog was shaking with emotion and held it even tighter. The poor dog stared at the snow-white wall with tears in its eyes and shed desperate tears.

  The principal finally left with a sufficient number of people before the bell rang. I took a glance at Yayoi, who was covered in wall debris, and let out a long sigh, carefully brushing off the dust with my hand: "Let's go back to class, the bell is about to ring."

  "En en en. Let's go eat at the cafeteria together after school."

  After he left, the classmates around who were still in a state of shock and stupor finally came back to their senses. They looked at the huge human-shaped hole on the wall, and at that tea-sipping girl sitting on one side as if nothing had happened, and cold sweat began to fall down their backs... This 'girl'... Her series of actions just now was like a very natural habit, throwing such a big person into the wall and knocking down the principal's pure white long-haired dog! It is said that in our college, there are only a few people who can solve it with just a few moves. And that dog, except for the principal who can subdue it (with his strong arm strength), no one has ever subdued it before, but today it was subdued by this 'girl'.

  I was turning my head to look out the window, when I suddenly felt a passionate gaze coming from within the classroom. So naturally, I turned my head around and found that almost half of my classmates were staring at me. Feeling quite annoyed, I waved my hand at them: "Teacher's here... what are you all looking at?"

  Those classmates immediately deliberately coughed a few times and turned their heads back.

  Next came the chemistry teacher, who was holding a bunch of chemicals and smiling as he told us we were going to do an experiment with concentrated sulfuric acid. The result was that it exploded in less than three minutes... The reason was that the teacher was very nervous while doing the experiment, his hands shaking non-stop. With his hair blown back by the explosion, he continued to smile and said: "This, this time there's a bit of a problem, let's change to an experiment testing the purity of hydrogen."

  "Boom..."

  It wasn't until an ambulance stopped downstairs and several doctors came up to carry the teacher away that things were finally settled.

  The classmates downstairs are all discussing Class A this and Class A that, the teachers in the office also show a fearful look at our floor's Class A, pointing and whispering...

  Another teacher has entered the hospital.

  "Class A is different from other classes, doing things that are a bit over the top, and every time they manage to send their teacher to the hospital."

  "Didn't a teacher get beaten to death last time?"

  "What? Killed?! How scary... It can't be true, right?!"

  "It's true, that teacher was tied up by his classmates in Class A on the chopping board in the cafeteria and then dissected with a knife."

  "Is that so? Such a thing happened and the police didn't even care???? It's too frightening, I really want to quit."

  "Yes, yes, I really want to quit."

  It's not their fault, is it? The explosion just now was the teacher's own responsibility. Why do they have to push all the blame onto Class A? And also fabricate so many baseless rumors... What's with the 'chaotic' murder case that ended up being dismemberment, the process in between jumped too quickly, didn't it?

  Speechless, I turned around and saw that our classmates seemed to be used to such things, sitting there calmly continuing to read their books.

  The so-called Class A series is not only for students with a family background that can be counted as one of the top two, but also requires students to have grades in the top 100 in the school. There are a total of 5 classes, each with 20 students. These students are all the "crème de la crème" of the school... good grades, good family background, and overall well-developed children (except for me, uh...). Growing up in such an environment, what kind of person will they become in the future? Will they be a glamorous performer on stage, a white-collar worker at the forefront of technology, or a business magnate who controls the economic lifeline, or something else...

  Volume 2 Chapter 84: The Cafeteria

  Watching such a scene, even I felt numb. Until the school was over, I was still in a daze, until Yayoi came to our class and dragged me out to eat.

  It is said that the cafeteria of this college is extremely luxurious, with world-class chefs and equipment, and all the staff are dispatched from high-end hotels. In the cafeteria, there are not only famous dishes from various regions of China (such as: pot meat jade belt cake sandwich sandal red braised trotter sugar vinegar white vegetable Xiangfan called Hua chicken...), but also flavors from other countries such as Britain, France, America, Germany and so on. In addition to these dishes, there are also various desserts, such as Italy's tiramisu, which combines the flavors of mascarpone, chocolate, coffee, and brandy; France's cream puff, Germany's Black Forest cake, Japan's "fruit" (small desserts made with glutinous rice, green tea, red bean paste, etc.), Korea's rice cake, China's glutinous rice small desserts, and so on. According to categories... Beverage class: coffee, fruit juice, vegetable and fruit juice, flower fruit tea, fruit juice tea; Snack class: rum ball, tiramisu, potato silk pancake, etc.; Cake class: angel cake, sponge cake, chiffon cake, buttercream cake, ice cream cake, fruit cake, European classic cake, cheese cake, mocha cake, etc.; Western desserts: pie, tart, toast, egg tart, cookie, sweet pastry, doughnut, puff, pudding; Sweet soup sugar water: various wet desserts made by boiling sugar... In short, just these are enough to make people drool.

  Under these circumstances, the college cafeteria should have been packed with long queues, but when we arrived, there were hardly any people eating, and basically all of them were boys. Not a single girl... except me.

  The chef who makes Indian pancakes is standing outside with tears in his eyes, waiting for customers to arrive. Yayoi excitedly pulls me to the front of the chef and says: "Wow, I know this! This is an Indian pancake! Look at how black he is, but the pancake he flips out is so white (author: —＿—! What's the difference between his skin color and the whiteness of the pancake?!). Look at that big round plate, that's for making pancakes. Uncle, uncle, give us one pancake... just one is enough, we can't eat that much!"

  The chef saw our kind appearance in front of him, almost excited to immediately show us his culinary skills. In the meantime, he picked up a lump of low-gluten flour and threw it onto a round plate, pouring in warm salt water, stirring into a fluffy state, then kneading evenly, kneading into a dough, pinching the dough into a pancake shape, using a rolling pin to roll slightly, applying oil, then grasping the edge of the pancake and flipping it, using gravity to thin out the pancake, until it was almost translucent.

  His toss was so entranced, as if he wasn't tossing dough, but silk.

  Next, sprinkle the chopped scallions 'flowers', place a few slices of banana on top, then spread a layer of filling, apply a layer of oil, and stack the pancakes layer by layer. Finally, brush some oil in the pan, start frying, wait until both sides of the pancake are golden brown, then use a spatula to scoop it up onto a plate. (Author: Spatula...spatula?! Little Tea, are you sure it's a spatula?!?!)

  Golden bright comes out golden bright puts in front of us, golden bright picks up a piece golden bright eats into mouth...

  "^___^ It's delicious!" I exclaimed, crispy, smooth, tender, sweet... I really like this flavor.

  The Indian chef uncle was almost moved to his knees, shouting "Thank God, thank God, I finally made a delicious dish that the lovely kids can eat, thank God, thank you, thank you."

  I ate while asking a normal question: "Why are there so few people in this cafeteria? I think the decoration of this cafeteria is pretty good, the food is delicious and the staff's attitude is very warm."

  That Indian uncle immediately looked down at us with a sly expression and asked: "Don't you know what day of the week it is today?"

  "What day is it?" I asked, as if living in school had made me lose all sense of time.

  "On Tuesdays, the only day when that perfumed boys' dormitory in our school is open to welcome visitors. That Indian uncle said with a bitter tone: 'Since that perfumed boys' dormitory was established in our school, those girls have been crazily running there like mad... Ah, I heard all the boys inside are handsome and they even have global chain stores.'"

  The chopsticks in my hand almost fell to the ground... Ugh, ugh, 'Flower' Boys' Department... Nightmare, it's really a nightmare that this school also has such a thing?! Fortunately, my ring was taken down by the little boy from the 'Flower' Boys' Department, otherwise I would definitely lose face in this school. But strangely, the business hours of the 'Flower' Boys' Department don't seem to be on Tuesdays, do they change every day for each school? Sweat.

  After hastily finishing my meal in the cafeteria, I immediately shook off Misono and headed back to the villa to take a nap. Those guys who smashed our pumpkins last time seemed to be still waiting for me, secretly lurking on my usual route, waiting for my arrival.

  I flew over the eaves and walked on the wall, looking at the children hiding in the grass heap, behind the trees, or under the wall corners preparing tomatoes (the pumpkins were probably all thrown away). When I flipped from one wall to another, the people who were standing stupidly below were all stunned.

  I straightened up and waved my hand at them: "I'm in a hurry to go back and sleep, I don't have time to play with you now, bye." Then I quickly jumped to another place like a ninja and returned to the villa at the fastest speed.

  The camera cuts back to those silly kids, who seem to have not reacted from the sudden change earlier. Their eyes are still staring blankly at the sky where there is no one...

  And as I returned to the villa, the first thing I saw was a delighted Mingyue sitting at the head of my bed, sniffing a rose. This guy... when did he get here from Lanlos First Men's Noble Academy?! Me, I had already completely and thoroughly cut off all relations with that perfumed flower boy! And Kunyue Xiao had also taken down my ring!

  “Little……” Mingyue saw me enter the room and was about to greet me when I instantly moved in front of him at the fastest speed, grabbed his arm, dragged him to the window, and threw him out with a shoulder throw.

  After hearing a "bang" sound, I let out a sigh of relief and slowly closed the window.

  Where did I know that Mingyue suddenly jumped up like a stubborn cockroach and rushed to my windowsill, drilling in desperately. I twitched the corner of my mouth, looking very annoyed at the handsome young man with a fragrant flower-shaped ring in front of me: "What are you doing here?!"