Everyone watched Qin Ran pick up his chopsticks, lift a shrimp gleaming gold in the sunlight, and place it in his mouth.
Crunch, crunch!
The crisp crackle of the batter.
The burst of juice from the shrimp.
One after another, the sounds reached everyone present. Lukan, who had been the first to snatch a camp lunchbox, stared blankly at Qin Ran as the empty lunchbox in his hand slipped to the ground.
Clang.
That sharp sound finally shattered the camp's silence.
Everyone came back to their senses.
Their gazes moved back and forth between the camp lunchboxes and Qin Ran. In the end, they unconsciously let out a sigh.
A deeply bitter sigh.
The previously enthusiastic scramble for lunchboxes suddenly lost all meaning.
As for strength, everyone had already gotten a rough idea of it from the previous contests.
Those interested in cooperation had formed alliances.
Those who preferred to fight alone had stuck to their own ways.
And the rest?
They might as well conserve their energy.
As for fighting over those few lunchboxes again?
Before Qin Ran's insulated food container had appeared, they would have been more than willing.
But now...
Forget it.
They were nothing special.
Just from the smell, they didn't seem all that good.
Why had I thought that stuff was delicious two days ago?
I must have been too nervous and imagined it.
That's right, I was nervous and imagined it.
The young people in the camp exchanged glances.
Several acknowledged powerhouses stepped forward and headed toward the cart carrying the lunchboxes. The rest consciously went to the two enormous rice bowls to serve themselves food, including Lukan.
Just as Dailifen had said, Lukan had quite the appetite. Although the lunchbox portion was generous, it still wasn't enough for him.
If it had been