Chapter 202 The Day of the Loser's Angry Day (28k)

Chapter 202 The Day of the Loser's Angry Day (2.8k)

Creaky...

Creaky...

Creaky...

In the early morning, Hestia stood outside the door woodenly, listening to the noises of wooden furniture shaking violently in the room, her face changing from gloomy to bright.

Finally, after standing there for half an hour, the stove goddess bit her cherry lips and kicked a piece of gravel in the yard with a kick that was as powerful as a cannon.

"Awoo~!"

In the distance, the golden retriever, who was chatting with a cute little bitch, let out a wail and flew backwards.

Then, seeing the murderous expression of the mistress, it hurriedly tucked its tail between its legs, jumped up to Hestia, and whimpered in grievance.

The owner and the pet are the same!

Hestia cursed inwardly, then kicked the golden retriever's butt with a cold face, and raised her hand to point at the wooden house.

"You! Guard the door! Don't let anyone in! Otherwise I'll stew you tonight!"

"Woof!"

The golden retriever, driven by the desire to survive, squatted firmly in front of the door and nodded frantically.

I'll settle accounts with you later!

The goddess of the stove, full of anger and bitterness, glared at the wooden house that was almost shaken apart, and after using her power to lay a layer of protection to cover up her breath, she turned around with a gloomy face and walked towards the Academy of Athens at the foot of the mountain.

Three days later, in the cafeteria of the academy.

The goddess of the stove, who was in charge of cooking, commanded the great witch Circe who came to serve her sentence, and the little Medea and Nikki who were left unattended, to carry pots of rich dishes to the sales window.

The students who got up in the morning sat in their seats like puppets, numbly filling their stomachs with food.

And the tongue that was about to lose consciousness vaguely told them.

Today's dishes are salty and bitter...

Snort...Snort...

As the soup was served, a few grunting pink piglets appeared on the students' seats. Everyone picked up the piglets quickly, tied them up and sent them to the private clinic of Asclepius, the substitute teacher of the medical class.

Along the way, the piglets screamed miserably, struggled wildly, and their human eyes showed waves of fear.

However, the alumni in charge of transportation skillfully took out rags and stuffed them into their mouths. When Asclepius opened the door, they threw the piglets down.

"Wait..."

Asclepius frowned slightly and snorted unhappily. The students in charge of transportation at the door suddenly stiffened, their necks whizzed cold, and their bodies turned around like rusted machines, with a smile on their faces that was uglier than crying.

"Remember to handle with care next time. The recent samples are very precious, you know?"

Everyone nodded frantically, fearing that if they were a second late, they would be pressed on the operating table by this eccentric medical madman for dissection.

"Okay, finish your meal quickly and go to class."

The God of Medicine gave a serious reminder with a rigorous attitude.

Everyone was as if pardoned, and after leaving the piglets with a look of fending for themselves, they fled in panic.

After watching the students go away, he looked back at the pink piglets that were sent over and shook his head in disappointment.

Tsk, their resistance to negative potions is getting higher and higher, causing the materials sent over recently to decrease continuously.

Forget it, just make do with it.

Asclepius closed the door and went into the room. After turning on the fluorite lamp, he gently carried the pink piglets to the bed, and then...

...fixed them into a standard "big" shape with a suppression spell and chains.

Amid the clanging of bottles and cans, the fully armed doctor shook several transparent medicine tubes with various colors of light, came to the bedside, and patiently and gently asked the patient.

"I'm going to save you. If you agree, blink your eyes."

A warm and heartwarming atmosphere between doctors and patients emerged, and the eyes of both sides intertwined.

Five minutes later.

"Yes, blinked! Don't worry, cooperate with the treatment well, I will cure you soon."

"Puff......!!"

The piglets stared with bloodshot eyes, dry and sore, and indignantly used the authentic hometown dialect to convey "good wishes" to this dedicated and patient doctor.

Looking at the various medicines that were so pink that they made people feel cold, so green that they made people panic, and so blue that they made people depressed, being brought to their mouths, the piglets screamed hysterically and struggled with their four hooves.

That look was like entering a slaughterhouse.

At the same time, Chiron, who was sitting in the cafeteria, heard the faint shrill pig cry, and his hand trembled, and the spoon fell into the bowl.

Looking at the fragrant oatmeal porridge, the Centaur sage swallowed his saliva, raised his somewhat stiff head, looked at the two cooks behind the stove, and felt bitter.

Since the college changed the cook three days ago, the three meals of all teachers and students have been in dire straits.

The food in the cafeteria is either too salty or too bland, making it impossible to swallow.

When Hestia, the chef, was chopping meat, black air lingered around her, as if she had some deep hatred with the vegetables on the shore. In just a few meals, seven kitchen knives had been broken and eight chopping boards had been broken.

Circe, who was in charge of the soup, was even worse. She was still a die-hard in her service, and she always threw a bunch of messy potions.

So, after drinking the soup cooked by this witch, the teachers and students had diarrhea, which was a small matter. Paralysis, confusion, dullness, and pig-like side effects appeared one after another.

Those with weak resistance were hit several times.

Similarly, Asclepius, who was in charge of diagnosis and treatment, was not a good bird. In order to obtain the results of human experiments on different potions, he colluded with the two cooks and completed the closed loop of self-production and self-sales. The teachers and students of the Academy of Athens who were stuffed in became tools for both parties to vent their anger and test drugs.

Although the three of them had a sense of proportion and did not really make it to the point of life and death, they could also help the teachers and students of the Academy of Athens improve their resistance to side effects of potions in the process.

But the experience of being repeatedly tortured by both sides in the stomach and body and mind was better than letting them die.

It was unbearable to have to worry about eating a meal!

Under the tearful gaze of all the teachers and students in the cafeteria, Chiron, who was currently temporarily managing the college, stood up from his seat helplessly and walked to the kitchen, ready to give some advice.

"Puff!"

However, accompanied by a dull roar, a sharp kitchen knife cut the half-meter thick marble chopping board in half.

Chiron glanced at Hestia's gloomy face, immediately retracted his steps, sat back in his original position, and "accidentally" swept the oatmeal porridge on the table into the trash can.

There was no way, the goddess of wisdom Athena went to Olympus for something, and now Hestia was in control of the whole Athens.

In addition, the great witch Circe and the goddess of victory Nike were all taken under her command.

Seeing that the wise Chiron was also defeated, even if the people of the Athens Academy felt bitter, they could only surrender to the power of the blackened goddess of the stove and complain depressedly.

Big sister, who made you uncomfortable? Go and mess with him, why do you want to harm us?

"Sizzle!"

Just as everyone was complaining in their hearts, a harsh metal vibration came from the corner. The sharp noise almost penetrated everyone's eardrums, making the teachers and students of the Academy of Athens look sideways.

"How about we change the taste..."

Hestia threw the twisted kitchen knife on the table, kindly glanced at the teachers and students in the cafeteria with green faces, and asked with a smile.

"Let's eat dog meat tonight?"

Everyone nodded in unison and offered suggestions for tonight's dinner.

"The teacher just taught me the sleeping potion yesterday. I can mix it. One bottle can make it fall asleep without pain."

"I, I, I! I can cast a suppression spell!"

"Boil water, remove hair, stuff spices, we are responsible for these chores!"

"Woof?"

Accompanied by a confused hum, the people who were discussing heatedly turned their heads to look at the dog head that came in from the door, revealing a gloomy look.

In an instant, figures rushed out from their seats like tigers descending from the mountains, and the cafeteria was full of noise.

"Quick, catch it!"

"Don't let the ingredients run away!"

"Where are the others? Heat the pot, boil water, and heat the oil!"

Amid the dog's horrified whimpering, there was a sound of heavy objects hitting each other, and the plates and dishes on the table flew together.

The teachers and students of Athens College who saw this scene almost felt tears in their eyes.

Great, no need to eat!

As a result, the excited teachers and students chased the golden retriever running around in the cafeteria even harder, knocking over countless plates and tables and chairs along the way, causing chaos in the entire cafeteria.

At this moment, Hestia, who proposed eating dog meat, turned a blind eye to the farce in front of her, and a hint of excitement emerged from her eyes.

This dog is here?

In other words, they are awake?

Then, realizing this, the stove goddess rushed out of the stove and ran all the way to the mountain.

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"Bang!"

At the same time, in the dim infirmary, the entire closed door was violently opened.

The future medical god who was preparing medicine at the table glanced at the empty hourglass and casually lifted up the small hothouse covered with black cloth next to it.

The coiled snakes inside had separated from each other and curled up lazily in their respective corners.

Under the flickering lights, several teachers and students who had just received treatment returned to their human form naked, tied to the hospital bed like piglets, with empty eyes and foaming at the mouth, as if they had just suffered an inhuman torture.

"You're here?"

Asclepius took off his gloves, opened his hood, and looked back at the silver-haired visitor who had tried the medicine outside the door. He picked up the small notebook and asked curiously.

"How do you feel?"

"..."

The veins on Lon's forehead twisted into a ball, and then a sinister smile appeared on his face. He pinched his crackling finger bones and walked into the infirmary.