There Were Killing Rules Everywhere

"Sigh, forget about treating me. The food in the school cafeteria, whether expensive or cheap, is just as bad. The only difference is whether the ingredients are good or bad."

The boy in the tracksuit waved his hand dismissively and led Feng Xue to the cafeteria. Upon hearing this, Feng Xue said:

"I remember there were a few restaurants near the school?"

"Don't even mention it! The school cafeteria is run by the dean of students' brother-in-law, so the school forbids students from ordering food outside of school. Only teachers are allowed to eat out!"

A slightly shorter boy next to her immediately complained. Feng Xue's heart skipped a beat; she knew this was another trap.

Students interact very casually. You might be seen as "not on the same page" for saying something carelessly. For example, when criticizing leaders, if you dare to say something like, "The head of the teaching department is just worried about the hygiene of the food from outside," the whole class or even the whole grade will see you as the teacher's dog and start to gang up on you.

However, you can't say too much at this time, otherwise it's easy for the real "spies" mixed in with the crowd to report you, and then you'll probably face a different kind of targeting.

Her thoughts raced, and Feng Xue sighed:

"It's the same everywhere. My old school was a complete idiot. They made too many mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the whole school ate mooncakes for a whole month, can you believe it?! Ever seen mooncakes stir-fried with tomatoes?"

"Damn, you guys are really ruthless!" Hearing Feng Xue's words, the students were shocked. These high school Student Kid had never seen anything like the awful food in a university cafeteria.

However, this kind of topic should not be discussed in depth, otherwise it is easy to steal the limelight and arouse the dissatisfaction of the core of the circle. Although such dissatisfaction may not be intentional, it is still best to try to avoid it.

So Feng Xue didn't delve into the topic. Instead, she went into the cafeteria, chatting casually with other people while looking at the food the cafeteria ladies had prepared.

Okay, calling this "Dark Cooking" might get you hunted down by the Dark Cooking community, since even the Dark Cooking community has its share of truly awful dishes!

Regardless of how bad the presentation was, even if it looked good, Feng Xue had no intention of eating the food in this instance. He held the bowl in one hand and used chopsticks to twirl it around, constantly picking up food and adding rice. But as the bowl rippled, no one saw that the food didn't actually enter his mouth; it had simply vanished into thin air before he even ate it.

Thanks to the wide sleeves of his school uniform (my high school uniform had more than a dozen books hidden in it that my teachers couldn't tell), Feng Xue tied the waist bag to his forearm. With the power control of Martial Grandmaster, he could easily transfer these things that were hardly worthy of being called food.

It's fortunate that he's a non-food being, otherwise, if a living player came in, they would have to face the choice between "starving to death" and "dying from the unpalatable food."

"No food waste allowed!"

Suddenly, a furious shout rang in her ears, and Feng Xue shuddered violently. She then shook her head and said:

"Yeah, there's probably even the risk of being beaten to death by the cafeteria ladies for wasting food... This school is full of pitfalls!"

Seeing that everyone had finished eating, Da Zhuang (pseudonym) put the bowls and chopsticks into the dish bin next to him, and then said to Feng Xue:

"Any plans for lunch?"

"I'm planning to go back and take a nap," Feng Xue said truthfully. Da Zhuang immediately replied:

"We're not elementary school kids, why are you taking a nap? Let's go play ball!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go play ball! I just saw the guys from Class 4 go to the playground, let's play 5v5 with them!"

Several classmates around her joined in the clamor, but Feng Xue's brow twitched, and her assassin- Tag kicked in, giving her a strong sense of danger.

"There's a death option here? Will not going trigger a killing rule? Or will going and not playing well trigger a killing rule? Or will playing too well trigger the opponent's killing rule?"

Feng Xue's heart skipped a beat, but her face remained serious as she said:

"That won't do! Men who don't take a nap are prone to developing 'yangwei' (a homophone for 'male yangwei')!"

"Damn it! Who told you that?!"

Upon hearing those two words, the students immediately erupted in excitement, but Feng Xue remained completely serious and said:

"Didn't you guys study biology properly? Sleeping not only helps us rest, but it also affects our endocrine system, especially at our age. It has the biggest impact on that aspect. It's not just men, it's the same for women. Do you know why highly educated women often don't have good figures?"

"Because women with good figures don't need to study hard to be rich?" a boy next to her said stupidly. Feng Xue immediately rolled her eyes.

"It's because of lack of sleep. Good grades mean less sleep, and women who don't sleep well tend to have flat chests. If women who don't sleep well have flat chests, what do you think happens to men who don't sleep well?"

"Aha~~"

"Zhuang-ge, why are you yawning? Was the last class too boring? How about we don't yawn today?"

"Yeah, I'm a little sleepy too. I'll go back and get some sleep."

"Me too, the principal's speech today was so soothing, I'm really sleepy."

"I'm going back to sleep for a while too..."

The students who had initially all wanted to play basketball scattered like birds and beasts. Feng Xue gloated over the results of her words, secretly amused.

"As expected, Yang Wei is the biggest threat to men! Even male ghosts are no exception."

After saying that, he turned around and calmly walked back to his dormitory...

"Huff huff..."

Although he was snoring softly, Feng Xue was fully awake. With his eyes closed, he had already activated his Circle Realm, projecting everything within a two-meter radius around him into his Sea of Consciousness.

It's not some exaggerated thing like divine sense— Jiang Ziya hasn't even developed that yet. It's just a technique derived from the Martial Artist's ability to sense the autumn wind before it blows.

However, even with this technique, he was able to sense a hint of malice while he was asleep, and the source of this malice was right at the head of his bed.

"I went up to the dorm entrance [incomprehensible]. Since I could fall asleep there, it means there's no danger inside. The head of my bed seems to be facing a window... tsk, a ghost climbing through the window? I wonder if it's a female ghost..."

Feng Xue muttered to himself, not that he wanted to do anything Cannot Be Named to the female ghost, but mainly because the dormitory supervisor had warned him not to bring girls back to the dormitory. In other words, if the other party caused any trouble, he would probably be subject to the dormitory's murder rule.

After clearing his mind, Feng Xue let out a soft hum, then sat up from the bed with his eyes closed. Only after getting up did he half-close his eyes and reach for the water glass. It was at this moment that he caught a glimpse of the long neck stretching towards the ceiling through the window.

"Only the head? That's easy."

Feng Xue thought to herself, picked up her water glass, took a swig, and then muttered under her breath:

"The food in this cafeteria is inedible; I felt nauseous after taking a nap there..."

As he spoke, he suddenly turned his head and saw a gaping, blood-red mouth already open.

"Ugh!" Feng Xue suddenly let out a dry heave, then covered her mouth with one hand, bent over, and then, to the ghost's utter horror, a large amount of soup and liquid fell into his mouth...