Unfortunate Fish Cake?
Cement flavor?
Hearing those two names, the recruits were utterly bewildered.
They lowered their heads and carefully examined the raw meat and black, unidentified viscous substance on their trays. Some even tried a bite, and their faces immediately turned green as they began to retch violently.
"Is this really fit for human consumption?"
"It's disgusting, absolutely disgusting! I've never eaten anything this horrible!"
"This is dinner? Seriously?"
"This is impossible to eat! And we've already been exhausted for an entire day. This little food can't replenish our energy at all."
"..."
Protests rose from the recruits once more. Although many of them had begun trying to adapt to the Training Camp's hellish pace, the absurd dinner before them was still too much for many to accept.
"Sorry, but you have no choice." An Qingyu's voice did not waver in the slightest. "Either pinch your nose and eat this dinner, or faint from hunger on the training grounds tomorrow and let me drag you away.
"I'm giving you only ten minutes. Ten minutes from now, everyone is to assemble at the teaching building for nighttime theory lessons.
"I'm sure you know what happens to those who are late."
After saying that, An Qingyu strode directly to a round table at the edge of the cafeteria hall and sat down. The rest of the Nightfall Squad followed close behind.
Baili Pangpang swept his gaze over the ashen-faced recruits, chuckled to himself, rubbed his hands together, and hurried toward the kitchen.
The recruits stared at the dinner before them and fell silent.
Bang!
Just then, the cafeteria doors were violently thrown open.
A young man in a recruit uniform, wearing a black eyepatch, stood outside the entrance. His right eye swept over the silent cafeteria, and he frowned slightly.
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