For the next half hour, Chen Xingyan, along with Cao Sini, Zhao Longtu, and a few other students with stronger abilities, launched several more offensive attacks.

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They were all easily repelled by Xue Jing.

Lacking in strength, coordination, and the ability to react on the fly…

The students, still far from being capable, did not manage to make Xue Jing’s bell ring within half an hour.

As a result, Xue Jing, as previously stated, actually didn’t allow the students to eat dinner that evening.

"Damn it!!!"

"I am starving... I’ve never been this hungry in my life."

"Mr. Xue is too cruel… Can we eat the table? Sniff, sniff, I think I can smell the food Mr. Xue cooked at noon."

The group sighed and gathered in the cafeteria, lying on the tables, turning their faces toward the empty food counter, their hungry eyes seeing stars, almost hallucinating.

Practicing with Xue Jing already required huge energy, and most had used the Serious Punch technique, which drained physical strength and energy, and now they were absolutely famished.

"Who was it that just now said it was too easy, that there was no difficulty?"

Someone said through gritted teeth.

Initially, Xue Jing had only proposed that everyone find a way to make the bell on his body ring, without setting the condition that they wouldn’t eat if they failed in half an hour.

It was only added after someone commented that it was too easy and there was no difficulty.

Upon hearing this, although they couldn’t remember who had spoken, everyone’s gaze shifted to He Han.

Looking fairly energetic, He Han suddenly got flustered, "No, no, don’t wrong a good person, am I the type to talk too much?"

"Now, blaming someone else is meaningless," Chen Xingyan said, waving his hand.

"Most of us probably thought it was too simple, we just didn’t say it aloud…

He stood up and said, "It’s still because we are too weak, we didn’t meet Mr. Xue’s requirements… Let’s go, let’s all go out and eat something."

"Eh, is that okay? Didn’t Mr. Xue say we can’t eat tonight?" someone hesitated.

"It’s not like military training… and even in military training you get to eat. Mr. Xue didn’t enforce any measures before leaving, he definitely wasn’t planning on actually making us go all night without eating. Didn’t he say before that we must handle our nutrition well?"

"Maybe if we really followed his word and foolishly didn’t eat anything, he would actually be disappointed."

"…sigh, but the food Mr. Xue cooks is really once less each time we eat, I really can’t bear to miss a meal."

Everyone sighed upon hearing this.

Zhao Longtu asked curiously, "Is it really that delicious? You all act like you’re addicted."

Hearing this, everyone gave him a look, "You’re so lucky, Zhao. You don’t have to go through the pain and discomfort we’re feeling right now."

"I don’t know whether to say you’re lucky or unlucky... You’ve never tasted such soul-destroyingly good flavor."

"Cherish life, stay away from Xue Family’s meals."

Everyone shook their heads at Zhao Longtu with a knowing look, although it seemed like they were suggesting he was fortunate, there was also a strange sense of superiority.

Zhao Longtu was unconvinced.

It was just food, after all. As long as it wasn’t laced with anything strange, how impressive could it be?

These people just hadn’t experienced hard times; for someone like him who had, food was merely a necessary sustenance, and the taste didn’t really matter, just like a diabetic needs insulin but doesn’t enjoy the injections.

If needed, he could completely skip the process of eating and live on nutritional supplements.

These people were simply too well-fed to crave such trivial pleasures.

…

The next morning.

"Something’s not right."

"Something’s very not right."

Zhao Longtu, uncontrollably holding a big steel basin, kept stuffing food into his mouth.

The indescribably delicious taste brought a terrifying pleasure that filled his taste buds.

It was just rice and water put into a device and cooked at the press of a button, something even a three-year-old could do... why was it so delicious?

Zhao Longtu’s mind uncontrollably recalled what Lanran... no, He Han had said.

’He’s a tyrant who, with his culinary skills, has captivated the taste buds of all humanity, making everyone submit under his frying pan...’

Zhao Longtu had an epiphany.

So this was why Mr. Xue was called the ’Demon King.’

Indeed he lived up to the name...

"Bang—"

Cao Sini punched Zhao Longtu on the head.

"I always feel you’re thinking about some weird, stupid stuff… and stop lifting the food basin to your mouth, others need to eat too."

She said indifferently.

The noisy breakfast time ended quickly, from when Xue Jing finished cooking and placed the food on the table to when it was completely devoured, it took less than ten minutes.

Since Xue Jing hadn’t cooked the previous night and thought the students might be very hungry, he made extra… but it was eaten even faster than the meal the day before.

After the students had finished eating and resting, Xue Jing gathered everyone at the training ground to teach them some new things.

The three days of training passed in a flash.

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March 1, the day the Seventh Metropolitan Circle intercity joint examination officially began.

In the early morning, a large flying vehicle, looking like a long strip of bread and about the size of a bus, with flames jetting from the back, landed on the spacious training ground of Xuanwu Mansion.