Afternoon classes.

The first class was cooking theory, and the lecturer on the stage was a well-known professor, but Xia Yan sat in the back row of the large classroom, probably glanced at it, and the students were drowsy when they listened.

The boring theoretical content of the flat and straightforward narrative made Xia Yan's mind unrestrained, thinking about the itinerary for this month.

First of all, to complete the task of the system, he asked Isshihui, an "F" rated club, to have at least one large classroom as an activity space for club members.

If you create a new club, you basically have nothing, no instructors, no activity classrooms, and you have to work hard from scratch.

Therefore, the most direct way to save effort can only be "eating halberd".

Pick an old club that happens to be rated "F", defeat the main general with a halberd, kick out all the members, and then change the name.

Secondly.

is the glowing recipe that Xia Yan has in mind, and the only one that is most likely to touch the glow at present is "Roasted Tofu with Douban Sauce".

He plans to seize the time first, kick the gym, and build a club.

In this way, there are about 20 days left, and there is no need to rush to find any 'Tongue of God' to taste, and then retreat, and continue to use the special bean paste to update a wave of recipes that have been proficient and highly proficient in the past, and give these recipes mysterious "special".

It just so happened that he had a feasible idea for darkening and improving "Persimmon Green Pepper Shredded Pork", thanks to a small test during the lunch break.

Then.

The elbow was gently pushed, and a girl at the next table, with a crimson face, quickly handed over a note and sat upright without squinting, listening to the lecture very carefully.

Xia Yan: ???

I couldn't help but touch my face full of collagen and full of youth.

Tsk, the appearance is earth-shattering.

This is the first day that it has become a high school student in Yuanyue, and there are girls handing love letters in spring.

In a few days, when I opened the shoe cabinet on the first floor of the teaching building, wouldn't it be a commotion, and the letters were scattered and piled up into a hill, and I became the public enemy of my male compatriots.

Spread out the note.

"Xia Yanjun, I won—"

Below, a naughty expression drawn in pencil (*/ω\*) is also attached.

Hold the grass!

Xia Yan's face tightened, and he looked up at the girl at the next table, and saw Yi Shihui sitting by the window in the outer rows.

Isusei turned her head sideways to avoid the professor on the stage, waved at him slightly, and let out a handsome and sunny smile.

Suddenly, Xia Yan felt that in a circle of at least eight or nine meters with his seat as the center and the radiation, all the girls lowered their heads with shame and blushing.

They probably thought that Isusei was beckoning to them......

Wake up, it's all an illusion!

Xia Yan complained.

"It's really a presence that shines all the time."

In the classroom, more than 100 freshmen in the 91st issue of this year seem to be the foil of this guy's radiant green leaves.

I have to admit in my heart that Isshihui is very attractive, if he wasn't so perverted, and he didn't have the habit of wearing fruit aprons and crotch cloth to do farm work, he would really be a perfect male high school student.

As for what's on the note.

Scold.

"Kids." Xia Yan rubbed his hand casually.

He's strong, he's strong.

The actual quality of 'Sakura Tempura' is stronger than his 'Shredded Persimmon and Green Pepper'.

It's like the well-practiced and rough from the first day of contact.

The contrast is clear.

Only relying on the incredible "firewood stove" can save dignity a little.

But the "smoke bomb" released by Yishihui was not successful in Xia Yan's opinion, because he had a system, and after this trial, it was not difficult to guess Yishihui's specific culinary rank.

Probably four stars.

It is impossible to exceed five stars at most.

Below the special grade, one star to nine stars, ordinary and ordinary chefs like Xia Yan are one-star or two-star cooking, and they are more dry.

In the first year of high school, as a year-old, Isshiki Hui has a four-star rank, which is scary enough.

If nothing else, after a year of jungle training in the Far Moon High Division, by the end of the year, at the end of the first year, Isshiki Hui is afraid that he will be infinitely close to the cooking skills of the 92nd meeting with the 'Medicine King' Kohei Sozane.

At that time, it was possible to have six stars to eight stars, infinitely close to the top three seats of the Ten Masters.

But Isshiki is currently only four stars.

Not to mention the 'dark cuisine', the aggression evaluates the characteristics of the tongue, mind and even the body, and throws off a large part of other dishes, and the rudimentary and superficial "medicine" is only afraid that it will be melted in an instant.

"So, don't look at it as just black iron, but when it comes to a big fight, who loses and who wins?" Xia Yan laughed in his heart.

……

Jingle bells.

At the end of the second class in the afternoon, around 4 o'clock, it was time for club activities.

As soon as Xia Yan walked out of the classroom, he was tapped on the shoulder again.

Not surprisingly, it was Isshiki.

"Xia Yanjun, I thought about two whole classes, and I seriously felt in my heart that the 'persimmon green pepper shredded pork' was not your real strength!" Isshiki is serious and serious.

"That 'Sakura Tempura' isn't your strength either."

To the square outside the teaching building,Look at the map of the school park,Large and small school buildings,It's well marked for use.。

1st grade school building.

A cooking room where second-year students gather for activities.

And the club with strange names, what is the "local cooking research group", what is the "rice bowl research group".

Xia Yan locked on a few targets, planning to go to the field to take a look, first visually check the strength of the main general, and then consider which one to play.

"Xia Yanjun, you seem to be very interested in club activities?"

Chatting with Issehui about the club, he walked to the school building where the club was concentrated.

"Yuanyue's club is actually no different from ordinary colleges and universities, after school, everyone goes to the club activity room, brainstorms, and develops new recipes together......"

Donburi workshop.

At the door of the club classroom, a boy and a woman, two second-graders, are behind a new desk, instructing a boy with long hair that exaggerates the art of killing Matt to fill out a form.

"Two more freshmen?!"

"Welcome!"

A man and a woman hurriedly stood upright, and there was no shelf of the second-grade seniors.

Seeing this, Xia Yan was speechless in his heart.

Then look at the empty club classrooms.

Sure enough, even if it was a year earlier, the 'Donburi Research Society' was still facing the danger of being abolished.

These two left-behind ones, let's call them the main generals, are full of the breath of the weak.

"Ichshiki!"

And seeing Yishihui following Xia Yan, the seniors couldn't believe it, and one of the voices stammered nervously: "Yishi, classmate, are you interested in joining our 'Donburi Research Association'?" ”

People like Issehui and Jiu I Zhaoji have only been promoted to the higher ministry, but they have already attracted much attention.

It's like Erina Nagikiri's appearance, who is also a first-year freshman, but she can turn over the clouds and rain in the Far Moon Higher Division.

The reason is simple.

Yuanyue has a middle school and a high school, which is generally divided into a junior high school and a high school.

Ichshiki Hui, Kuga Teru and Erina Nagikiri, who have attracted much attention and have a certain reputation in the school, have been promoted straight up from junior high school.

Therefore, the 'King of Medicine' Kohei Chuangzhen is called a transfer student.

"Forget it."

Xia Yan turned around and left.

This restaurant, the brand is crumbling, and he is not even interested in kicking it.

What's more, at the door of the club, there is a reminder sign of 'Waste Society', and the reason why the club was not abolished this year is probably because it absorbed a few ignorant freshmen until next year.

Then there are several other societies.

Unconsciously, when evening came, Yi Sehui also learned the reason for Xia Yan's wandering, and wasted nearly two hours with him with great interest: "So, Xia Yanjun, which club did you decide to issue a halberd challenge to the main general of the club?" ”

Xia Yan had three leaflets in his hand.

The 'Sumo Hot Pot Research Association', on the colorful leaflet, shows two sumo wrestlers.

The 'International Culinary Society' poster features a large number of high-tech and sophisticated cooking equipment.

3rd ......

A Chinese-style restaurant with two stone lions at the door.

In the first two clubs, the evaluations were "F" and "E", respectively, and in the third "Chinese Cuisine Research Association", it simply soared to "A" level evaluation!

"Are you interested in 'China Studies'? Xia Yanjun, this is a first-class club in Yuanyue High School, if there are ten outstanding members, the rating is very easy to 'S'~"

It was not persuasion, but the excited tone of Gong Huo.

One color Hui felt it,Yuanyue School Park, which has been calm for just a few days after the start of school,Maybe because of this halberd,From the warm spring day directly to the fierce and enthusiastic summer!

Xia Yan was silent for a moment.

Then, with a casual rubbing, I threw the first two leaflets into the campus trash can.

"Actually, from the beginning, there was no other option."

Chinese cuisine-related clubs, halberd topics, can only be Chinese cuisine.

Replace it with other associations.

Topics other than Chinese cuisine......

Hmm, it's not good, Xia Yan vaguely heard the bleak BGM of defeat, and the bloody word "death" on his vision.

Of course.

There is nothing wrong with changing it to the bloody word "dish".