"Hey, this isn't the final exam. You don't need to come together~" The first person to submit the meal was a student from Class 3-E.
It has nothing to do with the agility cultivated by taking a year-long assassination course. It is simply that their cooking skills have not reached the professional level. If they are forced to cook according to the recipes left by the ten heroes of Yuanyue in the past, there is a high probability that they will not turn out to be anti-dogs. , it is better to choose a recipe with simpler steps and shorter cooking time.
Of course, recipes with simple steps are most likely not as delicious as recipes with complex steps. In the eyes of the judges, these dishes can even be called "insincere."
"Judges -" the squad leader ordered.
Students from Class 3-E quickly lined up in three rows. The first row knelt on one knee, the second row sat on folding chairs, and the third row stood with their heads held high. There was an empty folding chair in the center of the second row, each with their hands in their hands. Take your own food.
"——This is our competition dish [Graduation Photo]!"
There was silence.
This is no longer an operation that can be described by the word "cheating". It is simply a provocation to the organizer!
Considering that the organizers are non-humans, they did this to make the entire audience fear for their lives.
Feiton picked up the microphone with a bad expression: "Find someone with the sharpest tongue to explain."
There is no need for internal elections. The red-haired student who received the unanimous attention of his classmates smiled and said: "We have the qualifications to compete, we cooked seriously during the competition, we did not interfere with other contestants, and we did not use prohibited ingredients. This is all in It’s within the rules~”
"Indeed, in order to save time and effort, I didn't list hundreds of rules to waste everyone's time and give you the opportunity to take advantage of the rules." Feiton narrowed his eyes, "It's just that the cooking competition is about quality. It’s not about quantity. You put the dishes together and you can’t add up the scores.”
The red-haired student smiled like a little fox: "Why did we become 'taking advantage of the rules'? We were obviously just giving the [standard answer] you deliberately left for us, Mr. Feiton~"
"Huh~?" Feiton looked like he was willing to hear the details.
The red-haired student stretched out his fingers and began to take stock: "First, how could a person who can defeat Koro-sensei face-to-face regard cooking as a serious matter? It is just a hobby at best."
"Considering the composition of the audience, your statement is quite rude~" In other words, Feiton agreed with this statement.
"Second, assuming that the formula of the elixir contains dragon heart, phoenix feathers, mermaid tears and other materials that humans cannot obtain, scientists will most likely be unable to reversely develop it, and it will not bring much significant changes." Under this speculation, whether the big shots are willing to sacrifice a valuable elixir for scientists to study is another matter, "But the prize on our side, well, no need to say more."
Anyone who understands understands, but those who don’t don’t need to understand. Information about Korosensei is confidential.
"Third, although Teacher Feiton is not serious and doesn't pay much attention to us, the values shown in your behavior are much more normal than those of other insiders, just like Teacher Karasuma who is not constrained by realistic factors." Jian Weichen is a good person, but he shoulders a heavy responsibility and does not know the inside story. Even if he feels guilty towards the students of Class 3-E, he cannot directly ask the government for prizes like Feiton did and distribute them. Bayi Chinese website
"——To sum up, I really can't think that you are trying to decide Korosensei's fate through the level of his cooking skills. The significance of the existence of the cooking competition is to indirectly evaluate Korosensei's behavior this year through our actions,' standard It's clear what the answer is." The red-haired student finished his speech.
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"Correct answer!" As if the cold face just now was fake, Feiton clapped with a bright smile, "Of course, it is limited to Class 3-E. The other two groups of contestants are really competing in terms of cooking skills. High or low, don’t think too much, it’s useless to form a team to perform to unite and show friendship.”
The red-haired student added hesitantly: "It's just a green leaf after all."
"Please tell me, you came up with this plan, right?" No matter how well-founded the guess is, it is just a guess. The cost of failure of this plan is very high. Ordinary students would not dare to say it even if they have thought of it. "He has good abilities in all aspects. How did you get assigned to Class 3-E? You didn’t work hard enough, you weren’t used to the rote learning style, and your test scores were very poor?”
The red-haired student shrugged and said, "No, my grades have always been among the best in my grade. I just couldn't stand the 'good students' in the upper grades who bullied the 'bad students' in Class E. I beat him up and was scolded by the teacher." Then I entered Class E."
"Do you still feel resentful?" Feiton asked with a smile.
"How come~ I'm so grateful. Without the help of that teacher, how could I have met Koro-sensei and live an interesting year?" The red-haired boy who once hated all educators, with the help of Koro-sensei I have been cured of my secondary illness and know that I cannot overturn a boatload of people with one pole.
"You are very good. If you are interested in special jobs in the future and don't mind killing, you can come to Totsuki Academy and leave a message. I will know when I come to harvest the recipes." Feiton sent out a very disturbing invitation. , back to the topic, "Full marks! As a deputy head teacher who has only appeared four times, I am not qualified to enjoy this dish. You can find a place to hold a banquet - Octopus Monster, go to the control room to find the Tin Man to receive the award."
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"Everyone...!" Koro-sensei came to the monitoring room wiping tears.
"Can you give me the tissue later?" Tony said, ruining the atmosphere. "I don't mean anything else. I just heard that your saliva is a super digestive juice, and I can't help but be curious about your tears."
Korosensei had not forgotten who collaborated with Feton to carry out attacks on people and facilities related to the antimatter tentacle experiment a year ago. When he saw the figure wrapped in steel, he instantly suppressed his emotion: "You are Feton's——"
"——Toolman, a toolman who was captured for no reason to study antimatter tentacles." Although he gained a lot, Tony felt very unhappy about it. "Your prize is next to it. Give yourself a shot with the red needle. What's inside is not What an 'antidote', but nanomachines."
"..." Koro-sensei rolled up the blue needle with his tentacle.
Tony couldn't help but said: "Hey! Are you red-blue blind? The red one is the first prize, and the one in your hand is the second prize."
"The second prize is enough. If even a sinner like me can live forever, this world is so irrational." Koro-sensei was about to inject himself, but suddenly stopped, "Uh... is this reliable? ?Is the success rate 100% or 99%? How about I fly to the moon first and then inject?"
Tony was dissatisfied: "As a killer, can you not question the skills of a genius scientist? Learn from the cunning blond man outside and give more trust to professionals."
"That makes sense...but I'd better go and enjoy the dragon cuisine with the students first." Koro-sensei disappeared in an instant.
"You brought me here specially and said you were going to treat me to a feast of dragon cuisine. Did you originally want to tell me this?" Tony picked up the red needle and looked back at the screen in the monitoring room. "It's up to you to convince me. …On Friday, the research and development priority of [Anti-Feton Armor] will be lowered by one level.”
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
