The female pastry chef could clearly hear the sound of swallowing saliva.

She couldn't help but be stunned.

Jason hungry again?

Immediately, it is self-blame.

Sure enough, I still didn't do much.

No.

Sweets that should be pastries are so simple that it's hard to really hold up a lunch.

I need to learn other ways to cook!

But the sweetness of the pastry house should not be mixed with other flavors......

Renovation corridors?

The female pastry chef fell into deep contemplation.

St. Mungo's Student Council President, Teddy, didn't notice Jason swallowing at all, and she walked over with a big grin.

"Tutor Jason, this is your identification at St. Mungo's Academy."

"This is the school's emblem."

"This is your first week's pay."

The female president handed Jason a brown paper bag.

Inside the document bag is a business card-like piece of identification, but the material is metal.

On the front reads: Student Council Instructor, Jason (a head similar to a printed sketch).

The flip reads: PY86.11.2-PY87.11.2

Below is the emblem of St. Mungo's College.

A picture that pierces the dim dawn.

The same is true of the school emblem, but it is more figurative, turning the beam of dawn into a long sword.

Then there is the previously agreed weekly salary of 35 yuan.

Jason's gaze swept over and didn't stop.

Because, the residual fragrance on the body of the female student council president in front of him had already attracted his attention.

"Have you ever encountered anything special before?"

"Since yesterday you sent us back."

Jason asked.

"Nothing special."

"After sending you back, I'll be back at St. Mungo's Academy."

"And then take care of some chores on a routine basis."

The president of the girls' council thought as she spoke, and then, suddenly, she tapped her palm.

"That's right."

"I found something odd in Room 13 this morning."

"It's supposed to be like a sacrifice...... No, no, it's not the kind of 'psychic games' that are popular among students. ”

Looking at Jason, who suddenly had a solemn face, the female student council president waved her hand again and again to explain.

"Recently, there have been some weird 'psychic games' that have been popular in New Tak City."

"There's 'Bloody Mary,' 'Foursome Run,' 'Crossroads Deal,' 'The Conjuring Game,' and so on."

"Although the student union is working hard to ban it, many students are still secretly playing in private."

Speaking of this, Teddy looked helpless.

As a peer, she knew exactly how attractive such a game was.

Even she refused because of her responsibilities as the president of the student council.

And the rest?

The female student council president didn't dare to guarantee it.

She even speculated that some members of the student council were playing this game in private.

After all, it's just a game, and it's not going to die.

Listening to Tydi's description, Jason frowned.

There is no doubt that the 'food' of the dungeon world in front of you is not only much less, but also good at concealment.

"Is the change of the environment the survival of the fittest?"

Jason looked at the smooth road outside the window, and the buildings not far away, and thought subconsciously.

It's clear that everything is changing.

Varies with change.

Even the sky will become less blue.

And the female pastry chef who has been thinking about it has also come back to her senses.

"Teddy, you must stop this game."

"There are many things that we can't understand now."

"In the same way, there are many beings that we are not aware of."

"If you're not careful, you'll get into big trouble."

The female pastry chef said very seriously.

"Uh-huh."

The student council president nodded.

It's not perfunctory.

Of course, it's not a word of approval for a female pastry chef.

Simply because of her duty.

Jason put the identity certificate, school emblem and money in the brown paper bag on his body, and stood up directly and said:

"Can I go check it out?"

"Are you interested in the 'Psychic Game' in Classroom 13?"

The schoolgirl president was a little surprised, but immediately nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back to the academy in a moment, and we can go together."

"What about you, Gixier?"

Turning her head, the schoolgirl president asked the female pastry chef.

"Nope."

"I need to see the store."

"Yesterday I had a day off due to an accident, and if I take another break, the business of the store will plummet."

The female pastry chef smiled and shook her head.

Then, as she watched Jason and her friend leave, she sighed softly.

"Sure enough, Jason is tired of simple pastries, so he can't wait to go to St. Mungo's for dinner?"

"What should I do?"

"I ......"

The female pastry chef, who was still thinking and hesitating, suddenly shook slightly.

When she stood firm again, she walked straight to the counter, picked up the phone on it, and dialed a number.

"Buy the shop next to the 'Watch Dogs Pastry Shop' and turn it into a restaurant, and hire two or three powerful male chefs."

With that, she hung up the phone.

After a slight hesitation, he tore off a sticky note and began to write.

……

Tydi chose the back seat this time.

She wanted to get a closer look at Jason.

However, after seeing Tydi sit in the back row, Jason sat directly in the passenger seat.

He still doesn't like to interact with strangers.

Both men and women.

Especially when the smell of 'food' dissipated, Jason was able to keep his senses.

Tydi looked at Jason, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and couldn't help but pout.

But the next moment, he asked with great interest:

"Mentor Jason, what does the battlefield look like?"

Through the rearview mirror, Jason could clearly see the eagerness and anticipation in the eyes of the female student council president.

Therefore, he said directly:

"Hell."

"Once you've been there, you don't want to go again."

This answer is obviously different from what the female student council president imagined.

"When the guns are roaring, the smoke is filled, isn't there a little romance?"

She asked unwillingly.

"Is death romantic?"

"Not romantic."

"Any romance set against the backdrop of death is only false - people, once dead, have nothing."

Jason said very dryly.

And this made the female student council president shut up completely.

She looked at Jason angrily.

It looks like he wants to bite Jason.

But deep down, she thought Jason was right.

After all, no one wants to die.

If you want the romance of the battlefield, can you only be the 'immortal'?

But how can such a person exist.

Thinking in my heart, the thoughts of the female student council president involuntarily diverged.

She was thinking about how she would enjoy the romance of the battlefield if she could not die.

Silence accompanied the second half.

It wasn't until we drove into St. Mungo's College that the silence was broken.

A student council member whom Jason had seen had obvious anxiety on his face, and when he saw Teddy's car, he ran over in a hurry, and said straight without waiting for Teddy to get out of the car-

"President, something is wrong!"