After Tibbs was stunned for the nineteenth time, Jason's martial arts lessons came to an end for the time being.

It wasn't the members of the St. Mungo's Student Council who learned, but ...... It's time for lunch.

"In the afternoon, let's continue."

Jason instructed responsibly.

Then, he turned around and walked briskly towards the cafeteria.

The cafeteria at St. Mungo's College, Jason hadn't been to.

But!

The taste of the food is enough to guide him.

"Wait for me, Jason."

The female pastry chef chased after her.

Call!

Watching Jason leave, all the student council members breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just too harsh.

How could an ordinary person beat a bear?

Although the bear looks weak, it is.

The members of the student council subconsciously looked at Tiebs, who had wobbled and stood unsteadily, and couldn't help but think.

And the black bear who woke up, after finding that Jason was finally gone, immediately buried his head in the arms of Dadath, seeking comfort from his master.

Scared the bear to death!

I thought I was going to die!

No!

I've been on the brink of death nineteen times!

I'll never be a bear again in my next life!

Whoever wants to come to this miserable bear will come!

Thinking of the sadness, Tiebs couldn't hold back anymore and cried out.

Dudas couldn't help but slap the head of his pet bear.

The surrounding student council members couldn't help but feel pity.

"Sister Dadath, does Tibbs eat honey?"

"Shall I bring him some honey in the afternoon?"

Joel was the first to speak.

"By the way, bears like to eat fish."

"Does Tibbs like fish?"

Novi also added.

Honey?!

Fish?!

The black bear, who was still howling and crying a moment ago, moved his ears, immediately restrained his cry, raised his bear face, and looked at the clerk and the minister of discipline who spoke out in a flattering manner.

"I also just adopted Tibbs, so I don't know."

"But what the bear eats, Tibbs should eat it all, right?"

Dudas wasn't sure.

She is allergic to hair and has never raised any small animals.

Hey?

I have hair allergies, why can I ride Tibers?

Could it be that Tiebs has coarser fur?

Dudas was a little overwhelmed.

The female student president on the side clapped her hands.

"Tibbs has been a great help in our training."

"I decided that Tibbs' rations would be provided by the student council."

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The female student council president asked.

"Nope!"

"Nope!"

With the proposal of the female student council, the members of the student council naturally did not object.

What's more, Tiebs just now was really pitiful.

"Alright, let's go eat ......"

The female student council president announced the disbandment, but before she finished speaking, the female student council president thought of something, and suddenly, her face froze.

She immediately shouted at everyone:

"Everyone, go to the cafeteria!"

"Hurry up!"

"Speed!"

The student council members were stunned.

It's rare for them to see such a gaffe on the part of their president.

Did something happen in the cafeteria?

Shouldn't it?

Security in the academy is still ok.

What's more, Mr. Jason just went to the cafeteria.

With Mr. Jason here, where could there be accidents?

Everyone couldn't help but think.

However, out of trust in the female student council, they still ran wildly.

Dadas is the fastest.

It's not that she's fast, it's that she's riding Tibbs, and Tiebs is fast.

Tibbs at this time seems to have forgotten his fears.

In its mind, all that's left was—

Honey ~ fish ~

For Tibbs, who feeds on leaves, buds, fruits, and seeds of plants, and sometimes insects, bird eggs, or small animals, honey and fish are rare delicacies.

As a result, they are running faster.

Almost the first to get to the vicinity of the cafeteria.

Then, it's hard braking.

Once again, it felt the man's breath.

Horrible than anything before.

It couldn't help but raise its head, and in the blurred vision, it saw the huge black figure, prostrate on the cafeteria, opening its bloody mouth and constantly devouring, constantly roaring.

It's mine!

It's mine!

It's all mine!

Whoever dares to come, I will eat whom!

Tibbs, who received such a clear signal, didn't dare to move for an instant, and the switch in his body was touched one by one.

It's a pity that it's long out of stock.

"Tibbs, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh!"

"You're afraid of scaring the others, aren't you?"

"Then sit here, and I'll serve you something to eat."

Dudas touched his pet bear, and then, quickly, understood Tibbs's thoughts.

Then, I walked towards the cafeteria.

St. Mungo's cafeteria has two floors, the first and second floors are dining areas, the difference is that the first floor is free of charge and the second floor is for money.

Naturally, the food on the second floor is more delicious than the food on the first floor.

However, most people still choose the first floor.

Only on any special day, will the second floor be chosen.

Jason is on the first floor at the moment.

He stood at the window with a plate, still shaking the food on the plate by the cafeteria aunt and shaking it one spoonful.

"We can't afford to waste here!"

The cafeteria aunt advised.

Then, watch as Jason's mouth swept across the plate as swift and lightning fast.

The plate is as clean as new, as if it had been washed.

"What did you say?"

Jason asked back.

"No, nothing."

"Need another one?"

The cafeteria aunt asked with a dry laugh.

"Of course!"

"The taste of the food here is much stronger than that of the police station."

"I feel like I can eat five ......."

"Five?"

"Young is good."

The chef on the side was amazed.

Jason smiled at the chef serving him food and said, "It's fifty." ”

The chef's hand shook.

"Young man, it's not good to joke."

"How is it possible for one person to eat fifty servings?"

"Even if it's a big stomach, ten servings are amazing."

The chef thought Jason was joking.

Jason didn't answer.

Actions speak louder than words.

What's more, with the food right in front of him, where does he have time to speak?

When Dudas walked into the cafeteria, Jason was eating his tenth serving.

When the student council members arrived, Jason was eating his twentieth serving.

Everyone looked at Jason dumbfounded.

"Food provides the necessary energy to expend!"

"And if you exercise a lot, it will exacerbate this consumption, so you need a lot of consumption!"

"Jason just exercised a lot, so he needs to eat more."

"And it's been proven that eating more and exercising can make you stronger and taller."

The female pastry chef explained.

Eat more and exercise more to be strong?

Is this the secret of Mr. Jason's strength?

The members of the student council were slightly stunned, and then they rushed to the dinner plate silently.

As long as you can eat, you can be strong!

If you're not strong enough, you just haven't eaten enough!

I'm going to eat more!

I want to be a man who can fight bears!

Inexplicably, in the explanation of the female pastry chef, the members of the student council surged up with such a belief.

For a while, the enthusiastic young people began to change what they thought was powerful.

Suddenly, all that was left in the cafeteria was the sound of food being added again and again.

The rest?

It's the crisp sound of the cutlery rubbing against the plate.

And when everyone was paying attention to their food, a figure appeared in the cafeteria, quietly walking towards the female student president, and when she passed by the female student president, she quietly put a note in the hand of the female student president.

The student council president put the note under the dining table and looked down.