novelTele Chapter 48 is here; it's a bonus for the "good students."
Chapter 48 is here; it's a bonus for the "good students."
"I...I want to go back to the dorm and eat instant noodles..."
A voice, trembling with tears, rang out from a small, thin girl in the group.
"This isn't a cafeteria, it's practically... an execution ground disguised as a restaurant!"
Lin Feng pointed to the first rule:
Students must ensure they eat three meals a day in the cafeteria on time. Those who miss any meal will be considered to have "abandoned their studies" and will be expelled.
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the girl's pale face, and said in a low voice:
"In the world of ghost stories, you must know what being expelled from school means, right?!"
The girl looked as if she were being choked; the last bit of color drained from her face, leaving only her eyes filled with terror.
"Alright," Vassim clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention, "standing here won't solve anything. Let's go inside and see how things go."
After saying that, he took a deep breath and pushed open the glass door of the cafeteria first.
A complex smell instantly wafted over—
The aroma of food mingled with the pungent smell of disinfectant, and a faint, yet extremely unpleasant, sweet and fishy odor.
The interior of the cafeteria is much more spacious than it appears from the outside, with dozens of rectangular tables neatly arranged, and many students are already seated there.
However, the entire hall was unusually quiet, with only the occasional soft clatter of plates.
A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
These students appear to be human, presumably chosen ones from various countries assigned to other majors.
Lin Feng and his group of sixteen silently took their trays and joined the line for food.
Most of the employees behind the food serving window had blank expressions and stiff, mechanical movements, like puppets with pre-programmed routines.
Lin Feng's sharp gaze swept across the entrance, finally settling on the tall, middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron behind the third window.
On the man's left cheek, from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth, a hideous, twisted dark scar, like a centipede, was particularly conspicuous—
This is the very Mr. Zhang who was highlighted in the rules.
He served the food with heavy strokes, slamming the spoon against the plate with a loud clang. His eyes were fierce, and he exuded an aura of extreme impatience.
Ahead of Lin Feng and his group was a boy with a perm.
At that moment, he was gripping the edge of the plate tightly.
When it was the boy's turn, he carefully handed over the plate.
With droopy eyelids, Chef Zhang roughly scooped a spoonful of the sticky-looking stew and placed it on the plate.
The boy breathed a sigh of relief and was about to pick up his tray and leave.
Suddenly, Mr. Zhang raised his head, his fierce eyes staring straight at the boy, and the scar on his face seemed to twitch.
His expression instantly became "kind," but this kindness on his fierce face looked incredibly eerie and terrifying.
"You're a good student," Master Zhang's voice became unusually gentle. "Here, this is a treat for the 'good student'."
As he spoke, he took out a small plate from below the window, which contained a tempting-looking and fragrant fried pork cutlet that looked infinitely more delicious than the mushy stuff on the plate.
The boy with the perm had obviously read the rules; his face turned deathly pale, and his body began to tremble violently.
He remembered rule number 4: don't accept the food, pretend you didn't hear it, and leave quickly.
However, faced with Master Zhang's "kind" yet chilling gaze, and the pressure from the team behind him, his brain seemed to shut down, and he froze on the spot, his lips trembling.
"Here you go, good student." Master Zhang's smile became even more "kind," and he handed the small plate forward a little further.
The boy's eyes darted around in struggle, but reason ultimately prevailed over fear. He shook his head violently and stammered, "No...no need..."
This sentence seemed to have triggered a switch.
The "kind" smile on Master Zhang's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme rage and distortion!
His mouth suddenly opened wide, beyond human limits, revealing countless sharp, shark-like teeth!
"You don't know what's good for you!!!"
A superhuman roar shook the entire cafeteria.
Immediately afterwards, a thick, scarlet organ covered in mucus, resembling a frog's tongue, shot out from Master Zhang's gaping maw at a speed too fast for the naked eye to perceive!
In an instant, it wrapped around the boy's neck!
Before the boy could even scream, he was violently pulled toward the food serving window by a tremendous force!
His head slammed into the solid glass partition with a "thud," but the tongue was incredibly strong, forcibly shoving his entire head and upper body into the narrow food pick-up slot!
The sound of bones shattering rang out, and blood and brain matter spurted out from the window cracks, splattering the people behind them.
The tongue suddenly retracted, dragging the mangled corpse behind the window.
A chilling sound of chewing and swallowing came from below the window.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that no one could react.
The cafeteria remained quiet; apart from the sounds of chewing, no one made a sound or caused a commotion.
The other students kept their heads down, as if nothing had happened, but their fingers, gripping the cutlery, were trembling slightly from the excessive force.
Park Bu-sung's legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground, but Wasim caught him.
Evelyn's face was also terribly pale, but she bit her lip tightly and didn't make a sound.
The group paused for a moment in the suffocating silence, then was propelled forward by an invisible pressure.
The people ahead of Lin Feng nervously handed over their plates, but Chef Zhang simply rudely slapped the sticky stew on top without saying a word.
When those people returned their plates, their faces were all deathly pale, as if they had just escaped death.
Soon, it was Lin Feng's turn.
He took a deep breath and smoothly pushed the plate through the window.
With droopy eyelids, Chef Zhang scooped up a spoonful of thick stew and slammed it onto the plate with a clatter.
However, just as Lin Feng was about to pick up his plate and leave, Chef Zhang stopped again.
He looked up at Lin Feng, his expression turning "amiable" again:
"You... are a good student too."
Master Zhang smiled and spoke gently.
"Here, this is an extra treat for the 'good students'."
He then brought out the plate of golden, tempting fried pork cutlets.
The threat of death instantly enveloped Lin Feng!
He could feel the sudden tension in the breathing of Park Bu-sung and the others behind him, as well as the nervousness of the other students around him who, though their heads were down, were probably watching them out of the corner of their eyes.
We can't refuse! That boy from earlier is a prime example!
You can't accept food deliveries! What would happen if you did? The consequences would likely be equally unimaginable!
Just as Master Zhang's impatience was about to overflow, Lin Feng's eyes suddenly became empty.
He stared intently ahead, his lips moving rapidly, as if he were pondering some complex problem.
He didn't reach out to take the plate of golden fried pork cutlets, nor did he even glance at them.
"Good student, take your food!" Chef Zhang handed the dishes forward.
However, Lin Feng was like a machine with a pre-programmed schedule, maintaining an empty gaze and muttering to himself, carrying his tray, and walking straight past the window as if in a daze.