Is what you're learning correct?

Chapter 11 A Sense of Ritual

Dan Heman whispered to Liu Lan, "Lu Chi, hmm, is he really good at Chinese?"

Liu Lan nodded: "Actually, his foreign languages ​​are better..."

"Note that the Imperial Uncle is speaking a foreign language, not English!"

"That..."

"He handed in his paper after only answering half of the questions, and he even filled in the answer sheet incorrectly. Yingbao probably didn't know that, otherwise she would have killed Lu Chi. She was studying with a group of teachers at the time, and the results were not announced until after the winter break."

"oh..."

"Why don't you ask him which subject he's bad at? I like to gossip a little!"

"I...I won't ask..."

Liu Lan stared wide-eyed at Shan Heman in disbelief, as if betrayed: "I've prepared all my sweet talk, and now you're telling me you're not going to gossip anymore? Are all newcomers this arrogant these days? Fit in, fit in, you understand?"

"Liu Lan! Wasn't my lesson more engaging and interesting than my new deskmate's? Grab your textbook and you come up here and listen too!"

"Hey Yingbao...no..."

"Hurry up! This chalk dust can't be allowed to cover up the beauty of my esteemed Ying Bao alone!"

The blackboard had just been wiped clean after one class period when Group 7 lost two key players. But things are looking up! The commoners clapped and cheered. This prosperous era is exactly as we wished!

There are four classes in one afternoon. The first class is English, and the second class is also English.

After standing there for a while, Yingbao sent her back because she was in the way. Lu Chi had to scrub the blackboard to pieces after the first two classes. He also had to teach the questions she didn't want to teach and act as a teaching aid. He seriously suspected that Lu Ying was deliberately making things difficult for him. Otherwise, why would she write so many words in such a big size? Usually, she's so lazy that she would rather find a ghostwriter to write for her.

"Good job erasing it. You're still in charge of the blackboard for my classes this semester. Okay, come on, go over this reading comprehension section too, then you can leave!"

"You'd better watch out for the little cakes you've hidden in the second drawer!"

"How dare you! You...you've betrayed your master and ancestors!"

"Ah! What a misfortune for our family!"

When Lu Chi returned after class, Zhou Zijin and Zhu Gaizhi were still asleep. Liu Lan and Ran Qingfeng, wielding two short-handled brooms used for sweeping heated brick beds, stood ready, shouting, "Don't come any closer! Get to the back right now!"

Lu Chi's eyes hardened: "Hmm??"

Ran Qingfeng and Liu Lan immediately lowered their heads and spoke softly, "Master~"

Lu Chi was satisfied now: "Hmm, I'll serve you~"

A series of ping-pong balls rang out, leaving a large white stain on the ground. Ran Qingfeng and Liu Lan finally breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and realized that the ping-pong balls had dealt Lu Chi another heavy blow.

Finishing move.

Hot water resources in major schools are still too scarce. Let alone washing school uniforms or clothes, even taking a shower is an extremely painful thing. Damn boarding school system, only concentration camps provide food and lodging!

As soon as Lu Chi sat down, he acted as if he had discovered a new continent. He pulled out a small blue palm from his desk drawer, stretched it out and pulled it back, and a small packet of granular counterfeit beef jerky stuck to his hand. Yuan Ziqing, sitting at the three tables to his left, didn't even turn her head. She flicked her ponytail and gave him a warning middle finger.

"A state banquet! Wow, your boyfriend is quite handsome!"

"That thing has been in my desk drawer since the semester before last!"

"Aged! High-end!" Lu Chi didn't care, munching on the beef-flavored duck jerky one piece at a time, feeling a Darwinian sense of blissful ecstasy: "By the way, what are the next two sections?"

Liu Lan looked bored: "If nothing unexpected happens—"

Ran Qingfeng: "Yan Bao is going to read your test paper again!"

"Hiss..." Lu Chi started clicking his teeth: "I should have known better than to skip the meeting. I advise Yan Bao to have some self-awareness!"

"What, you're addicted to erasing the blackboard? You're really that enthusiastic about inhaling chalk dust?"

"Here, have some!"

"Get out!"

Ran Qingfeng looked listlessly at the beef jerky in Lu Chi's hand: "I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry. Yan Bao is keeping us late for class, so tonight I'll probably only be able to drink the cafeteria lady's foot bath water..."

"You just ate two chicken drumsticks! Are you a pig?! Where did you even eat your food...?" Stung by the two supernova-like figures rising from within her school uniform, Liu Lan gritted her teeth in fury: "...Ran Qingfeng, you really are a freshman!"

"Don't panic!" Lu Chi hadn't even eaten breakfast or lunch yet, so he tossed the remaining packaging bags to her. "Would I let you go hungry? I'll be right back when they're off guard at the hour of You (5-7 PM)!"

Liu Lan lay sprawled on the table, like a clumsy caterpillar: "Do you want Yan Bao or the cafeteria lady to chop her up into minced meat?"

Ran Qingfeng grabbed Lu Chi's arm tightly: "Godfather, sob sob, your daughter has no way to repay you, in the next life I will definitely make you my slave!"

"What kind of behavior is this!" Lu Chi mimicked Old Yang's expression, pulling his arm away and coldly dusting off non-existent dust. "Where's my menu? Where did you put it?"

The two guys in the front row of Group Seven, who always sit in the same row day and night, suddenly raised their hands and placed a small notebook of receipts on Liu Lan's desk. Liu Lan glanced at it and said, "Holy crap, when did you two write this? Hey, are you going to the first cafeteria or something?"

"Definitely the second canteen! The semester at Yancheng University hasn't officially started yet, so the second canteen is less crowded and the food is better!"

"Then I want black and white cabbage, sweet and sour pork (no tomato paste, no concentrated orange juice version), sweet and sour pork with pineapple, and fried pork ribs, all to my heart's content. What about you?"

Dan Heman exclaimed, mustering her courage, "This time, I... I'll treat you all!"

"Let's be frank. You could actually just treat Lu Chi to a meal separately. We all know the procedure; that's how they do it!"

"Ah...I...no..."

"What do you want to eat? Forget it, you don't know anything about food. Tell me, meat? Vegetables? Sweet and sour? Salty and savory? Spicy?"

"..."

The completed menu was handed to Lu Chi, who glanced at it twice and then put it in his pocket. Even Lu Xun once said, "If you can learn something, then learn it; if you can't, then eat more. You've already paid for it, so the national subsidy counts too!"

Yan Bao forgot to bring the exam paper. In the short time it took to send the sect's lackey Lin Dong to the secret realm to retrieve the paper, she called out Lu Chi's name eight times. Her words were full of praise for the sect's prodigy and how he was helping his master achieve great things. As expected, the paper was not enough for her to continuously elaborate on the classics and make super connections. It was obvious that she was the one who was overwhelmed by the exam.

Little did they know that her prodigy hadn't delayed at all. One person kept watch while the other opened the door. When the time came, they darted out in a flash. Ran Qingfeng threw the rag on the threshold, and the door bounced back lightly, the bearings moving silently.

Liangzi's voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly high-pitched, bursting with passion: "Look what we've discovered! The head coach is warming up again! Good, good, good! It's that familiar silent step we all know and love, then he leaps out of the classroom like a cat climbing a tree! Ah, wait, he unexpectedly chose to take the stairs! What's he up to?! Won't he run into Master Yu, who has sharp eyes? Okay, safe, Master Yu isn't here. Ah! He suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight! What a fast man—"

"Damn it, this guy's a lunatic!"

"That Mao and Ryoko are a match made in heaven!"

"What do you mean by this, my dear minister? Very well, so you've turned Xiu Nian into a mistress, haven't you?"

"Good boy, you did well this time. I'll clean you up and put on some lubricant later~" Ran Qingfeng was busy soothing the machine spirit, simultaneously easing the crazy pressure on the back door of the classroom: "Next time you creak and groan, I'll take you apart and turn you into a door threshold!"

Dan Heman glanced at the podium with some concern, but what she said was, "Then won't we help others bring them?"

Liu Lan said, "It's only forty minutes in total. There aren't even enough times to get food for so many people. In the afternoon, we usually bring our own groups. In the morning and at noon, it depends on the situation!"

"Oh!" Shan Heman muttered under her breath, "There's a sense of ritual to going to school just for the sake of getting food..."

Liu Lan and Ran Qingfeng laughed simultaneously: "Congratulations, you've unlocked another layer of the Dark Forest's essence. Not bad, little vixen, you have a high level of awareness and you're integrating very quickly!"

Slowly, yet quickly, Yan Bao waved the test paper on the stage: "Alright, get out of class dismissed. Lu Chi, I'm taking your test paper. Take it to the other classes and show it to them!"

Dan Heman shuddered, his pupils instantly shrinking to pinpoints, when suddenly he heard someone behind him reply, "Okay~".

Turning around again, I was greeted by the aroma of food.

"Lu, that's too much!"

"You should watch your mouth, you idiot!"

Liu Lan grinned and pointed to the watch on her wrist: "Look, seven minutes and fifty seconds. Is that alright, Xi Gou? You used to be able to run under seven minutes!"

Lu Chi, handing out disposable lunch boxes, said, "Send them all to the Emperor of the Sad Wind! He insisted on eating some kind of weird snail rice noodles, with a fried egg from the market! I'm getting so tired of waiting, my hair is practically turning white!"

Ran Qingfeng argued vehemently, "Evenings are all for self-study, and there are no teachers. If I don't eat snail rice noodles now, when will I? You seem to have that serious illness. Besides your abs, please use your brain too, I'm begging you!"

"Is this your reason for using biological weapons to attack your fellow sect members, loved ones, and family?" Liu Lan suddenly noticed something amiss, her gaze turning cold and menacing, like a useless husband: "Wait a minute! Ran Qingfeng, you're keeping it all to yourself! How do you know he has abs?"

Then--

"Hey, who wants stinky tofu and grilled cold noodles?!"

"Brother Dong, which bag is my fried chicken rack in?"

"Tengzhou-style pancake with raw chives, deluxe flavor. I accidentally bought one too many. Bidding starts at 5 yuan!"

"White Flower Snake Grass Water! Tighten your legs!"

Chaos erupted, chickens flew and dogs barked.