The female pastry chef clearly heard the sound of swallowing saliva.
She couldn't help but be stunned.
Jason is hungry again?
Immediately, there was self-blame.
Sure enough, I still did 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 of cooking!
But the sweetness in the pastry house cannot be mixed with other flavors...
Renovate the hallway?
The female pastry chef fell into deep thought.
Teddy, the president of the St. Mungo's Student Union, didn't even notice the sound of Jason swallowing. She walked over carelessly.
"Teacher Jason, this is your identity certificate at St. Mungo's College."
"This is the school emblem of the college."
"This is your first week's pay."
The female president handed a brown paper folder to Jason.
Inside the document bag is a piece of identification that looks like a business card, but the material is made of metal.
On the front it says: Student Council Advisor, Jason (an avatar similar to a printed sketch).
On the flip side it says: py86.11.2-py87.11.2
Next is the school badge of St. Mungo's College.
A scene of dawn piercing the darkness.
The school emblem is also like this, but it is more vivid, turning the dawn beam into a long sword.
Then there is the previously agreed weekly salary of 35 yuan.
Jason glanced across it without stopping.
Because the lingering fragrance 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 take care of some chores as a routine."
The president of the girls' association was thinking as she spoke, and then suddenly she patted her palms lightly.
"Right."
"I found something weird in classroom 13 this morning."
"It should be similar to a sacrifice... No, no, it's not the kind you think of, Teacher Jason, it's the kind of 'psychic game' that is very popular among students."
Looking at Jason, who suddenly looked solemn, the female student council president waved her hands and explained.
"Some weird 'psychic games' are very popular in Xinde City recently."
"There's 'Bloody Mary', 'Four Guys', 'Deal at the Crossroads', 'The Conjuring Game' and so on."
"Although the student union has worked very hard to ban it, many students still play it secretly in private."
Speaking of this, Tai Di looked helpless.
As a person of her own age, she knows very well how attractive such a game is.
Even she refused because of her duties as student council president.
And the rest of the people?
The female student council president couldn't guarantee that.
She even guessed that some members of the student union were playing this kind of game in private.
After all, it's just a game and no one will die.
Listening to Tai Flute's description, Jason frowned.
There is no doubt that the 'food' in the dungeon world in front of you is not only much less, but also good at hiding.
"With changes in the environment, will the fittest survive?"
Jason looked out the window at the smooth road and the buildings not far away, and thought subconsciously.
Clearly, everything is changing.
Change with change.
Even the sky will become less blue.
The female pastry chef who had been thinking about it also came back to her senses.
"Teddy, you must stop this kind of 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 get into big trouble."
The female pastry chef said very seriously.
"Uh-huh."
The female student council president nodded.
It's not perfunctory.
Of course, this doesn't mean I approve of female pastry chefs.
Just because it's her duty.
Jason put the identification, school badge and money in the brown paper bag on his body, then stood up and said:
"Can I go take a look?"
"Are you interested in the 'Psychic Game' in Classroom 13?"
The female student council president was a little surprised, but nodded immediately.
"Okay, I'll be returning to the academy soon, we can go together."
"Where are you, Gichel?"
Turning her head, the female student council president asked the female pastry chef.
"No."
"I need to see the store."
"I had a day off yesterday due to an accident. If I take another day off, the store's business 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……"
Still thinking, the hesitant female pastry chef suddenly swayed slightly.
When she stood firm again, she walked directly to the counter, picked up the phone above, and dialed a number.
"Buy the shop next to the 'Watch Dog Pastry House', transform it into a restaurant, and hire two or not three capable male chefs."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
After a slight hesitation, he pulled off a note and started writing.
…
Teddy chose the back seat this time.
She wanted to see Jason up close.
However, after seeing Teddy sitting in the back seat, Jason sat directly in the passenger seat.
He still doesn't like contact with strangers.
No matter male or female.
Especially after the smell of the 'food' dissipated, Jason was able to remain rational.
Teddy looked at Jason sitting in the passenger seat and couldn't help but curled his lips.
But the next moment, he asked enthusiastically:
"Teacher Jason, what does the battlefield look like?"
Through the rearview mirror, Jason could clearly see the excitement and anticipation in the female student president's eyes.
Therefore, he directly said:
"hell."
“After I went there once, I never wanted to go there again.”
This answer is obviously different from what the female student council president imagined.
"When the guns are roaring and the smoke is filling the air, isn't there something romantic?"
she asked reluctantly.
“Is death romantic?”
"Not romantic."
"Any romance based on death is just false - once a person dies, there is nothing."
Jason said simply.
And this made the female student council president completely shut up.
She looked at Jason angrily.
He looked like he wanted to bite Jason.
But deep down in her heart, she believed that what Jason said should be right.
After all, no one wants to die.
So if you want the romance of the battlefield, do you have to be an 'immortal'?
But how could such a person exist?
Thinking in her heart, the female student council president's thoughts couldn't help but spread.
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 drove into St. Mungo's College.
A member of the student union that Jason had seen had obvious anxiety on his face. When he saw Tedi's car, he hurried over and said without waiting for Tedi to get out of the car -
