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Chapter 122 School Sports Meet

Chapter 122 School Sports Meet

"Oh, I see. Then it seems there aren't many."

Jiang Tianling nodded slightly: "Over the course of three years, even including his personal growth, the total cost would only be two or three hundred thousand, since there's no need to provide for him during summer and winter vacations—"

Alright, next up are the arrangements for the school sports meet.

How are your preparations going, in both grades?

Upon hearing this, Li Bin said, "Our grade has basically completed preparations for the basic competitive events."

Liu Shuyan also said, "Our advanced program for second-year high school students is almost finished. Director Jiang, what about your third-year students' 'Journey of Refining the Mind' program?"

"After all, this has been held every year, so everyone has some experience," Jiang Tianling said with a smile. "Our grade level isn't a problem either—"

Now that everyone is almost ready, let's have the homeroom teachers organize the students to register.

"OK."

"I have no objection."

Bai Hui split his body, using the technique of "leaping left and right" to create five illusory clones, which were also illusory clones at the "power level".

Although he is far inferior to Wu Peng in terms of quantity, he has already surpassed Wu Peng in terms of skill in this area!

The five illusory clones were extremely solid, almost like real beings.

Although the range of motion is limited, it's sufficient for cooking.

Bai Hui stayed in the cafeteria kitchen for a day and a night without interruption. His five clones, combined with the fully powered kitchen staff and his distorted tongue and stomach, directly consumed nearly a week's worth of food for more than two thousand students in the entire school!

With the help of the cook and his abnormal digestive abilities, Bai Hui absorbed all the nutrients and energy almost perfectly, finally increasing his physical strength by 1.5.

"I was too hasty. It seems I prioritized quantity over quality, which was a waste of time. But it's alright, I'm almost used to it now."

He hadn't reached his limit yet; his near-perfect absorption efficiency meant he didn't even need to go to the toilet. All the nutrients and energy were precisely used to strengthen his body, without any waste, so he didn't feel full at all.

My cheeks are a little sore, but otherwise it's nothing serious.

Next, we just have to wait for the school to restock so we can continue taking it.

He was confident that after a few more attempts, he could raise his physical strength to over 10, at which point he should be able to sustain himself for a relatively long time without worrying about his mental energy exceeding his physical strength—probably.

Bai Hui set a small goal: to increase his physical strength to at least 25 before winter break. This way, he would have some leeway when he went to "The End of Time" for thrills after winter break.

He left the kitchen, intending to go back to the classroom first—if he remembered correctly, the school sports meet was to be held tomorrow, and registration for the events had probably already begun.

It's really hard to believe that Bai Hui, as the sports committee member, has been absent all the time.

"The sports meet is coming up again. Everyone needs to be careful these next few days. First, food safety must be guaranteed during the sports meet, and secondly—"

The canteen manager is giving a motivational speech to the canteen staff before the sports meet.

It roughly means that during the annual sports meet, the quality of the food in the cafeteria is significantly improved, with the aim of enabling students to achieve good results and show their style in the competition.

Meanwhile, these canteen staff members must have mastered professional skills to be able to enter this profession.

Bai Hui slowed his pace slightly and listened in for a while.

It was learned that these canteen staff members seemed to possess a cooking technique that could compress the nutrients and energy of ingredients.

It can cook ten servings of food into one serving, and also features long-term preservation and portability.

"Rice balls?"

The cook sighed inwardly to Bai Hui, "I haven't heard of anything like this in a long time—making vegetables into meatballs, and when you want to eat them, you just boil a pot of water, throw the meatballs in, and they'll immediately expand and return to their freshly cooked state, without even changing the presentation."

Upon hearing this, Bai Hui asked curiously, "Isn't that just pre-cooked food?"

"It's different. Pre-made dishes cost much more than vegetable balls—vegetable balls can be made by hand, while pre-made dishes require various processes and packaging considerations."

Uncle Zhong chimed in, "The labor costs of this era are indeed among the lowest."

After some of the ghost stories about slaves evolved into the ghost stories of laborers, it gradually developed into this state.

"Giggle~" Sister Jing laughed, "You're right. Working people are much more useful than slaves. Slaves have to consider food, drink, illness, and fatigue—working people can borrow money when they're short of cash, go to the hospital when they're sick, and drink coffee when they're tired. They're much better than slaves!"

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Bai Hui remained silent, but silently quickened his pace. A flash of lightning appeared beneath his feet, and his straight-line speed increased more than tenfold!

Because he suddenly realized why the cafeteria kitchen had enough food to feed 2,800 people for a week!

Sure enough, not long after Bai Hui ran away, he heard a long-tongued parrot fly in from the direction of the cafeteria, circling and screeching overhead—

"Where are the vegetables?! There were so many yesterday, how did they all disappear?!"

"Is it haunted?!"

"That kid took it all with him?!"

"Why are you eating and taking things at the same time!"

Bai Hui wanted to explain, but without turning back, he went back to the classroom and whispered, "Nonsense, I didn't pack it at all—"

"What did you say, Brother Hui?"

Li Youye asked.

"It's nothing, it's not important."

Bai Hui said casually, then turned his head to look at Li Youye's arms.

Several days passed, and with the help of the Heart Demon Alley, Li Youye finally mastered the Qilin Arm technique, which he had been practicing for a long time.

At this moment, he could extend and expand his arms with a mere thought, amplifying his punching and palm strike power by nearly five times, and without any...

It consumes external resources and can also be combined with other martial arts!

It's truly a case of the right punch dealing high damage, and the left punch dealing even more damage!

Therefore, he truly entered the realm of the Fiend Body. However, with the first semester of his first year of high school nearing its end, Li Youye had only just condensed his "Heart Fiend" and had no real achievements to boast about, making him a negative example among his peers.

According to Bai Hui, during class, the teachers would occasionally give examples: "There is a student named Li Youye in Class 3 whose martial arts aptitude is simply indescribable. It took him almost three months to cultivate his inner strength." Indeed, Li Youye became a negative example.

Now, when he walks on campus, he is often met with cold stares and disdain from other students, and there are countless rumors about him behind his back.

As a result, Li Youye felt an extremely heavy pressure on his heart every day.

Of course, "extremely heavy" is only relative to other students.

Li Youye himself didn't care much.

The "Youye-level academic qualification" that is widely rumored on campus is nothing more than a few experience points on Li Youye's path of martial arts.

"By the way, Brother Hui, you're the sports committee member, and I'm your good brother, could you—let me pull some strings?"

Li Youye transmitted his voice secretly, his face full of pleading.

Bai Hui: "————?"

He clenched his fist, and a terrifying fist intent, as solid as reinforced concrete, faintly emerged, giving Li Youye the inexplicable feeling that he was staring at a load-bearing wall.

Moreover, the load-bearing wall seemed to be trying to crush him, putting immense psychological pressure on Li Youye!

"As your good brother, I'm giving you a chance to rephrase your words!"

Li Youye heard the load-bearing wall say this.

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