Master of Kaidan-Chapter 535 Everywhere There Are Rules for Murder

"Ah, please, no need to treat me," the student in the tracksuit waved dismissively, "The food in the school cafeteria is all equally disgusting whether it’s made from good ingredients or bad ones. The only difference is whether it’s poorly made with good ingredients or poorly made with bad ones."

Feng Xue followed him to the cafeteria and, upon hearing this, she said,

"I remember there are a few restaurants near the school, right?"

"Don’t even mention it. The school canteen is contracted to the vice-principal’s brother-in-law, so the school prohibits ordering food from outside. Only the teachers can go out to eat!"

A slightly shorter boy next to them immediately started complaining, and Feng Xue felt a flicker in her heart, sensing another pitfall approaching.

Interaction among students is very casual; sometimes a single word can mark you as ’not one of us.’ For instance, during a critique of the leadership, if you dared to say something like, "The vice-principal is just worried about the hygiene of the outside food," in a blink of an eye, the entire class or even the whole grade would brand you as the teacher’s dog and start excluding you in groups.

But you couldn’t go too far either, or you’d risk being reported by the real "spy" lurking in the crowd. Then, you might face another kind of targeting.

With thoughts racing in her mind, Feng Xue sighed and said,

"It’s the same everywhere. At my previous school, believe it or not, they made too many mooncakes for Mid-Autumn Festival. As a result, our whole school ended up eating mooncakes for a month! Have you ever seen stir-fried tomato with mooncake?"

"Damn, that’s hardcore at your place!" A few high school students were shocked to hear Feng Xue’s words, as they had never seen the darkness of a college cafeteria’s dishes.

However, this topic couldn’t be discussed too deeply. It could lead to stealing the spotlight, causing dissatisfaction among the core members of the group. Although such dissatisfaction might not be deliberate, it was still best to avoid it.

So, without delving further into that topic, Feng Xue entered the cafeteria, chatting idly along with other people’s conversations while watching the food served by the cafeteria lady.

Okay, calling it "dark cuisine" may offend the entire dark cuisine community, because even they have standards for unpalatability!

But no matter how bad the presentation was, Feng Xue had no intention of eating anything from this "version" of a meal. She held the bowl in one hand and flipped the food onto her rice with chopsticks continuously, but amidst the undulations at the edge of the bowl, no one could see that the food never actually made it to her mouth; it simply vanished into thin air before that.

Thanks to the wide sleeves of the school uniform (I could hide a dozen books in my high school uniform and the teachers wouldn’t notice), Feng Xue tied a pouch to her forearm. With the control of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, she could easily transfer and deal with those things that they called ’food’ – an insult to Shennong himself.

It was also fortunate that she wasn’t a being that required food, or else if a living player were to come here, they’d be faced with the dire choice of dying from hunger or from sheer disgust at the food.

"Don’t waste food!"

Suddenly, a fierce scolding echoed in her ears. Feng Xue shuddered violently, then shook her head,

"Yeah, probably have to add ’beaten to death by the cafeteria auntie for wasting food’ to the list of hazards in this school, right?"

As everyone finished eating, Da Zhuang (pseudonym) put his bowl and utensils into the collection bin next to him and asked Feng Xue,

"Got any plans for lunchtime?"

"I was thinking of taking a nap," Feng Xue responded honestly, and Da Zhuang immediately said,

"What are you, a primary schooler, needing a lunch nap? Come on, play basketball with us!"

"Yeah, yeah, let’s play basketball! We just saw the Fourth Class going to the sports ground, perfect for a 5v5!"

Several classmates cheered in agreement, but Feng Xue’s eyebrows twitched. The acute sense of danger from her ’assassin’ label was screaming at her.

"Is there a death option here? Not going triggers a murder rule? Or is it that playing poorly triggers a murder rule? Or perhaps playing too well will trigger the opposing team’s murder rule?"

A thought crossed Feng Xue’s mind, but her face remained earnest as she said,

"That won’t do, men who skip naps easily get Yang Wei!" freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Fuck! Who told you that?!"

At the mention of those two words, these classmates immediately exploded, but Feng Xue seriously preached:

"Didn’t you guys pay attention in biology class? Sleeping not only provides rest, but also affects the endocrine system, especially at our age; it really impacts this aspect. It’s not just men, women too. Do you know why highly educated women often don’t have good figures?"

"Because women with good figures don’t need to work hard or study to be wealthy?" A boy naively said, and Feng Xue immediately rolled his eyes—

"It’s because of lack of sleep. Studying well means less sleep, and women with less sleep tend to be flat-chested. If women get flat chests from lack of sleep, what do you think happens to men?"

"Aha~~"

"Bro Zhuang, why are you yawning? Was the last class too boring? Shall we skip training today?"

"Yeah, I’m feeling a bit sleepy too; I might go back and take a nap."

"Me too, the principal’s speech was so hypnotic, I’m getting sleepy now."

"I’m going back for a nap too..."

The students, who were just eager to play basketball, scattered like birds and beasts. Feng Xue admired the outcome of his speech and chuckled to himself:

"Indeed, for men, Yang Wei is the greatest threat! Even male ghosts are no exception."

With that, he turned around and walked back to the dormitory calmly...

...

"Hu hu..."

Although there were light snores coming from his nose, Feng Xue had completely woken up. With his eyes closed, he had already expanded his Circle Realm, projecting everything within two meters around him into his mind.

It wasn’t that exaggerated thing called Divine Sense—Jiang Ziya hadn’t managed to invent it yet; this was just a skill derived from the martial artist’s principle of ’the cicada feels the autumn wind before it moves.’

Even though it was just a skill, it allowed him to sense that trace of malice in his sleep, and the source of this malice was at the head of the bed.

"I put up ’Hard to Understand’ at the dormitory door. Since I could fall asleep, it means there’s no danger inside. The direction of the head of the bed seems to be the window... Tch, a ghost climbing through the window? I wonder if it’s a female ghost..."

Feng Xue murmured to himself, not because he wanted to do something indescribable to the female ghost, but because the dorm manager had warned him before that he couldn’t bring girls back to the dormitory. In other words, if the other party made any noise, he would probably have to face the dormitory’s severe rules.

Sorting out his thoughts, Feng Xue feigned a light snort and sat up in bed with his eyes still closed, only half-squinting to grope for his water glass as he got up. It was during this moment that he caught sight of that long neck, stretching from the window to the ceiling.

"Just a head, that’s easy."

Feng Xue thought to himself, took a sip from the water glass, and then muttered in a low voice:

"The food in the cafeteria is really inedible; I still feel nauseous after sleeping..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head and saw a gaping mouth wide open.

"Ugh!" Feng Xue suddenly retched, then covered his mouth with one hand, bending at the waist, and in the terrified look of the ghost, a large amount of broth spilled into his mouth...

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