Chapter 40 The Battlefield Has No Romance

The female pastry chef clearly heard the sound of swallowing saliva like this.

She was taken aback.

Jason is hungry again?

Immediately, self-blame.

Sure enough, I still do less.

Do not.

The sweets that should be pastry are too simple, and it is difficult to support a lunch in the true sense.

I need to learn other ways to cook!

But the sweetness in the pastry house cannot be mixed with other flavors...

Remodeling the hallway?

The female pastry chef fell into deep thought.

St. Mungo's Student Union President Teddy didn't notice Jason's swallowing sound at all, and she walked over carelessly.

"Mr. Jason, this is your proof of identity at St. Mungo's College."

"This is the school badge of the college."

"This is your first week's pay."

The girl president handed Jason a kraft paper file bag.

Inside the document bag is an identification card similar to a business card, but the material is metal.

On the front it reads: Student Council Instructor, Jason (like a printed sketch).

It reads: ..2

Below is the emblem of St Mungo's College.

A picture that pierces the dim dawn.

The same is true for the school emblem, but it is more vivid, turning the beam of dawn into a long sword.

Then there is the previously agreed 35 yuan weekly salary.

Jason's eyes swept away, and he didn't stop.

Because, the fragrance that remained on the girl student council president's body had already attracted his attention.

"Has anything special happened to you before?"

"Since you brought us back yesterday."

Jason asked.

"Nothing special."

"After sending you back, I will return to St. Mungo's College."

"Then do some chores routinely."

The president of the girls' club was thinking while talking, and then, suddenly, she tapped her palm.

"correct."

"I found something odd in classroom 13 this morning."

"It should be similar to a sacrifice... No, no, it's not what you think, mentor Jason, it's the kind of 'psychic game' that is very popular among students."

Looking at Jason's suddenly solemn face, the female student council president waved his hands to explain.

"Some weird 'psychic games' have been popular in New Delhi recently."

"There's 'Bloody Mary', 'Run of Four', 'Deal at the Cross Street', 'The Conjuring Game' and more."

"Although the student union is working hard to ban it, many students still play secretly in private."

Speaking of this, Teddy looked helpless.

As a peer, she knew very well how attractive such a game was.

Even she rejected them all because of the role of the student council president.

And the rest?

The female student council president couldn't make any guarantees.

She even guessed that some members of the student council were also playing this game in private.

After all, it's just a game, and no one will die.

Listening to Teddy's description, Jason frowned.

There is no doubt that the 'food' in the dungeon world in front of you is not only a lot less, but also good at hiding.

"Changes in the environment, survival of the fittest?"

Jason looked at the flat road outside the window, and the buildings not far away, and thought subconsciously.

Obviously, everything is changing.

Change with change.

Even the sky will become less blue.

And the female pastry chef who had been thinking about it all came back to her senses.

"Teddy, you must stop this kind of game."

"There are many things that we cannot understand now."

"Similarly, there are a lot of existences that we don't know about."

"A little carelessness can lead to big trouble."

The female pastry chef said very seriously.

"Uh-huh."

The female student council president nodded.

Not perfunctory.

Of course, it is not the words of the female pastry chef.

Just because of her duty.

Jason put the identity certificate, school badge and money in the kraft paper bag on his body, then stood up and said:

"Can I go take a look?"

"Are you interested in the 'psychic game' in classroom 13?"

The female student council president was a little surprised, but nodded immediately.

"Okay, I'll be returning to the academy in a while, we can go the same way."

"How about you, Gilcher?"

Turning his head, the female student council president asked the female pastry chef.

"No."

"I need to see the shop."

"Yesterday, I had a day off because of an accident. If I rest again, the business of the store will plummet."

The female pastry chef smiled and shook her head.

Then, when she watched Jason and her friends leave, she sighed softly.

"Sure enough, Jason is tired of simple pastries, so he can't wait to go to St. Mungo's College for dinner?"

"what do I do?"

"I……"

The female pastry chef who was still thinking and hesitating suddenly swayed slightly.

When she stood firm again, she walked directly to the counter, picked up the phone above, and dialed a number.

"Buy the shop next to the 'Watchdog Pastry House' for me, transform it into a restaurant, and hire two or not three capable male chefs."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

After a little hesitation, he pulled off a note and started writing.

...

Teddy chose the back seat this time.

She wanted to observe Jason up close.

However, after seeing Teddy sitting in the back row, Jason sat directly in the passenger seat.

He still doesn't like to be in contact with strangers.

Both men and women.

Especially when the smell of the 'food' dissipated, Jason was able to stay sane.

Teddy looked at Jason sitting in the co-pilot and couldn't help but pouted.

But the next moment, he asked excitedly:

"Mr. Jason, what does the battlefield look like?"

Through the rearview mirror, Jason could clearly see the eagerness and anticipation in the eyes of the female student council president.

Therefore, he directly said:

"hell."

"Once I've been there once, I don't want to go again."

Such an answer was clearly different from what the student council president imagined.

"When the guns are pounding, the smoke of gunpowder is in the air, isn't there a little romance?"

she asked reluctantly.

"Is death romantic?"

"not romantic."

"Any romance in the context of death is just false - once a person dies, there is nothing left."

Jason said bluntly.

And this made the female student council president shut up completely.

She looked at Jason angrily.

Looks like he can't wait to bite Jason.

But she thought in her heart that what Jason said should be right.

After all, no one wants to die.

If you want the romance of the battlefield, can you only be the 'undead'?

But how could such a person exist?

Thinking to the bottom of my heart, the female student council president's thoughts spread out involuntarily.

She was thinking that if she could not die, how would she enjoy the romance of the battlefield?

Silence followed the second half.

The silence was not broken until driving into St Mungo's College.

A student council member that Jason had met had obvious anxiety on his face. When he saw Teddy's car, he ran over in a hurry and said without waiting for Teddy to get off the car—

"President, something happened!"