A Game of Power

"Heh, class monitor? I've really been tricked."

Minoru Mineta suddenly heard a "hehe" laugh behind him. His face stiffened as he turned around and saw the head chef casting a long, brooding gaze at him. He instantly realized what terrible thing he had said and quickly covered his mouth.

"Hehe, thank you so much." The head chef walked over and put his hand on Minoru Mineta's shoulder, looking at Jilan with a cold smile. "Guest, are you perhaps the head waiter of this waiter's shift?"

"So what if I do?" Jilan replied nonchalantly. "Even if I know them, does that mean you can refuse to serve me?"

"How could that be? You're a distinguished guest," the head chef sneered. "However, we should settle accounts with you for your rudeness earlier."

Just now, Jilan threw a handkerchief at the head chef, but he didn't dare to retaliate because he thought Jilan was a young master from some powerful family and someone he didn't dare to mess with. But now that Minoru Mineta has revealed that Jilan is their class representative, the head chef's thirst for revenge has been reignited!

In his eyes, Kaminari and Mineta were just two temporary waiters with no background whatsoever, simply working during their summer vacation to earn money. As for their class monitor, Jilan, what kind of background could he possibly have? He must be just another poor kid!

Jilan sighed, looking at him with interest. "So, what do you want to do to me?"

The chef sneered, "You're a guest, what can I do to you? But these two guys, that's a different story."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on Minoru Mineta's shoulder, pinching Minoru Mineta until his face turned purple, but he dared not retaliate.

"I don't care what you want to do, even if you drug their food, but you have no right to harm them physically." Jilan's gaze turned cold.

The chef laughed heartily, "Isn't it because you insulted me? This brat is being punished for you! However, I'm a very kind person. As long as you kneel down, apologize, and slap yourself a few times, I'll pretend nothing happened. How about that?"

Jilan said calmly, "What if I refuse?"

"Then these two brats will be assigned to the dirtiest spot to clean up the trash, never seeing the sun!" The head chef looked at Jilan smugly. "I thought you were some rich kid who gave you face, but it turns out you're just a brat from a lousy school, just as useless as those two!"

Seeing Jilan frown and remain silent, the head chef continued smugly, "Kid, actually I've taught you a lesson. You should thank me. This society is a game of power; only those who wield power can live a decent life!"

Jilan suddenly spoke up and asked, "Do you know what kind of school they're talking about?"

The head chef was somewhat surprised that Jilan would ask such a question, but still laughed and said, "Anyway, it's just some trash school, otherwise how could it produce such useless people!"

"I see." Jilan smiled.

Jilan had been wondering what kind of background this chef had that allowed him to look down on the students of U.A. High School and future heroes, but now it seemed he was just a guy blinded by arrogance.

The name "U.A. High School Hero Course" commands respect. Even those who look down on U.A. High School. won't show it openly, but will instead sabotage the school behind the scenes.

Judging from the chef's smug look, he must have been on the ship for too long and never disembarked. He hasn't watched the U.A. High School Sports Festival, nor has he inquired about Kaminari's school. He just subjectively assumes that Kaminari and his friends are just students from an ordinary school, and therefore doesn't take Jilan seriously.

Jilan sighed. Minoru Mineta looked angry but dared not speak out, probably because he hadn't changed his mindset yet. He was now a student in the Hero Course, no longer the ostracized Grape he used to be.

If Kaminari and Mineta had simply told the head chef that they were students of U.A. High School, this bully would definitely have stopped making things difficult for them.

Just as Jilan was about to speak, an excited voice came from the restaurant entrance.

Jilan is here!

Ueno was the first to run to Jilan's side, followed by Tsukimi Machi like a little tail.

Ueno chuckled, trying to make conversation. "Jilan, what are you standing here for? Have you had breakfast?"

Seeing that Jilan didn't reply, he finally turned to the head chef, pointed at him, and asked bluntly, "Jilan, who is this guy? Is he someone you know?"

"He's the restaurant's head chef." Jilan casually grabbed Ueno's hair and lifted her up, saying in a meaningful voice, "He's trying to cause me trouble."

"Heh, so what if there are two more little girls? Do you think I'm scared!" the chef sneered. "Hurry up and kneel down and apologize, or you know what will happen!"

"Who do you think you can make kneel down? You're just a mere head chef?" A cool female voice rang out; it was Erina Nakiri.

Ueno and Tsukimi Machi walked too fast earlier, so Nakiri followed behind them and arrived just now. Hisako Arato and a middle-aged man walked closely behind her.

"Another brat?" The head chef chuckled, turning to look at Nakiri. His face instantly turned ashen when he saw the Nakiri following behind her.

The head chef exclaimed, "Master Steward, what are you doing here!"

The man referred to as the steward stepped out from Nakiri, facing the head chef with a very unpleasant expression. "If I weren't here, who knows what kind of trouble you would cause, making guests kneel before you? Are you insane!?"

The head chef quickly released his hand from Minoru Mineta's body and hurriedly replied, "Manager, I can explain!"

"What's there to explain? You clearly said just now that the guest should kneel down and apologize, and I heard you!"

Nakiri looked at Jilan, his eyes darting around before he looked at the head chef with interest and said, "Are you the head chef of the buffet restaurant? You provided the steak yesterday, didn't you?"

"She is," the head chef tentatively glanced at the steward.

The head steward glanced at the head chef and said coldly, "Miss, let's set aside fruits and cakes for now. Main courses like steak are usually prepared by the restaurant's head chef, unless he breaks the rules."

"If the main course you made for me is a seven-tenths perfect, then this person's steak isn't even a three-tenths," Nakiri paused, then continued, "I think you should know how to do it, right?"

"Not even three points!?" The steward paused, then said seriously, "I understand, Miss."

The head chef looked at the chef and said calmly, "From today onwards, you will no longer be the head chef. You are now a kitchen helper. The head chef position will be filled by someone transferred from my restaurant."

The head chef—no, the sous-chef—was stunned and hurriedly said, "If it's because I spoke rudely to this customer, I apologize now. If my steak wasn't good, I can make it again. I spent five years becoming a head chef, why have you demoted me to sous-chef?!"

"On what grounds? Because you have no reverence for food, and no respect for your guests!" the manager squinted. "Isn't that enough? Get to the kitchen now!"

"I see"

The kitchen helper gritted his teeth, glanced at Jilan and Nakiri, and reluctantly turned and left.

"Wait," Jilan called out to him.

The kitchen helper said with delight, "Sir, do you mean you want to plead for me? I apologize for what I said earlier, and I promise I won't make things difficult for your classmate again!"

Jilan shook her head and said softly, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to say that Game of Thrones had a terrible ending."

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