"Zhao, Lang! Hello, you are very good! I promise, what you have done to me, I will repay you today!"

In the selection arena of the cooking competition-Green Sea Chef School, looking at Zhao Lang with a smug face, Shen Million said viciously with a gloomy face.

However, to the surprise of Shen Million and the student audience who knew the details to watch the lively scene, Zhao Lang just twisted his waist and shook his head.

Looking up at the white clouds blocking the sun overhead, he said arrogantly: "Hmph, I don't talk to a brazen person like you." ”

"You, you this..."

Looking at Zhao Lang's appearance, Shen Wanwan's lips trembled with anger.

The contestants and student spectators on the side couldn't stand it, after all, they knew the details of what happened.

Therefore, everyone sympathized very much in their hearts for Shen Million, the rich young master who was ravaged by Zhao Lang in every way, and also greatly despised Zhao Lang, a stinky and shameless guy.

"Zhao Lang, you're too much!"

"That's it, do you think we are those stupid netizens who don't know the truth on the pusher!"

"People like you are a shame on our school!"

However, no matter how much everyone accuses.

Zhao Lang always put on a pose with his hands behind his back and looking up at the sky, so he has the invincible momentum of a master.

Wu Da, who was hiding in the audience, watched all this, and couldn't help but remember what Zhao Lang said when he comforted him before going out this morning: "Wu Da, you remember." Shamelessness is the passport of the shameless, and noble is the epitaph of the noble. ”

"Quiet, if you want to quarrel, get out and quarrel enough!"

In the end, it was the staff who were responsible for maintaining discipline on the side who were impatient.

Because, the principal and the judges and teachers have appeared not far away.

… …

"The rules of the competition are very simple, first select the eight players with outstanding results from the first round of the competition. Then they were divided into four groups to compete and select the best four students. ”

Looking at the participating students who nodded in understanding, the referee on the side pressed the timing button next to him: "The game begins." ”

On the judges' bench, Zhu Changyu's gaze lightly swept over the busy students in the field.

Finally, he stared closely at Zhao Lang in the field and looked up and down.

In the past two days, Zhao Lang's performance was also beyond Zhu Changyu's expectations.

He never imagined that this kid would be so brazen and venomous.

However, when he thought of Zhao Lang for the first time, the other party was already lying in a coma on the street.

After bringing it back to school, he never paid attention to the other party again, so naturally he didn't know the character of this kid.

However, thinking of his secret push, he was not interested in continuing to pay attention to Zhao Lang, a student who was already a dead man in his eyes.

"Well, what a smell, why does it stink so much!"

"What's the matter with the students who are cleaning, haven't the animal droppings been cleaned up?"

"Hey, this seems to be the taste of durian, who eats durian in this place?"

In the middle of the competition, there was a sudden noise among the contestants and student spectators.

On the judges' seat, Zhu Changyu and other judges who were very familiar with ingredients also frowned: "What's the matter, which student is so ignorant." Don't look at what kind of place this is, even eat durian!"

"Well, Headmaster, and the teachers. It's not that there are students eating durian, yes, there are contestants who are using durian as an ingredient. ”

Just as the principal was about to call the staff to maintain discipline to check which student was eating durian, the referee teacher who had been paying attention to the situation of the game came over.

At the same time, he stretched out his finger and pointed to a player in the field who was immersed in processing durian ingredients.

"Well, why is he! Is Zhao Lang crazy, he actually uses durian as an ingredient!"

"Isn't this nonsense!"

At this moment, the teachers who reacted couldn't understand it.

At this time, Wang Dazhui in the judges' seat said quietly: "What's the matter, didn't this kid use chocolate to stir-fry a few days ago?"

Hearing this, many judges who had heard the news and seen the pictures were speechless.

In the end, it was Zhu Changyu who waved his hand to interrupt everyone's discussion.

"Well, it's the student's freedom to cook with whatever ingredients they want. Let's not intervene, everything depends on the final result. ”

Since the principal said so, the teachers couldn't say anything more.

Wang Dazhui was also secretly relieved, he was really worried that these teachers would propose to disqualify Zhao Lang.

In that case, Shen Million's plan to defeat Zhao Lang in the competition would have failed.

However, just when Wang Dazhui breathed a long sigh of relief, he found that Zhu Changyu was looking at him with an incomparably deep gaze.

With a stirring spirit, Wang Dazhui immediately sat up straight.

I don't know why, he always felt that Principal Zhu's gaze seemed to have everything clear, how could this not make him nervous.

Just when Wang Dazhui was nervously thinking about whether he had shown any horses' feet.

In the audience, the students who understood the source of the taste all pointed to Zhao Lang, who had already processed the durian, and scolded non-stop.

After all, not everyone likes the taste of durian.

"This bastard, if he doesn't cook his dishes well, he knows how to mess around. ”

"Let him be arrogant first, and he will cry later. ”

Not only were these spectators very dissatisfied, but the contestants in the competition field also looked at Zhao Lang angrily.

After all, the taste of durian is too strong, which will undoubtedly mask the aroma of their food.

At the same time, this strong pungent smell will also affect their mood for the game.

But the judges and teachers did not object, and they could only admit it.

"He, what is that he putting there, a dark red strip, what kind of ingredient is this?"

On the judges' bench, the judges and teachers who began to watch him because of Zhao Lang's durian were surprised to find it.

Zhao Lang opened a red plastic bag and took out a lot of long strips of dark red ingredients.

"This, how does this seem to be spicy strips!"

In the end, a young female teacher with good eyesight could not believe her judgment.

Facing the inquiring glances of many teachers around her, the female teacher smiled embarrassedly: "Hehe, I usually like to eat spicy noodles, so I am familiar with this." ”

At this time, the teachers who confirmed the news were even more speechless.

Zhu Changyu simply closed his eyes, no way, just thinking about this picture, he felt spicy.

Among the judges, only Wang Dazhui, who has learned a lesson, is the most relaxed.

Somehow, he became a little interested in Zhao Lang's new work.

Soon, the many contestants divided their food.

In order, the contestants placed the plates containing the food on the long wooden table in front of the judges.

"Hello teachers, I made stewed pork ribs with winter melon. ”

"Hello teachers, I made three shreds of fried ham. ”

"Hello teachers, I made tiger skin green peppers. ”

… …

Smell the scents in the air and listen to the names of the food being spoken by one contestant after another.

Both the teachers and the students present couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

However, Zhao Lang's introduction made everyone present lose their appetite: "Hello teachers, what I made is - durian fried spicy strips." ”