It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

In the school cafeteria, a large number of students were already queuing up to get their meals, and the players could no longer hold back and rushed to the windows with their rice bowls.

But when they saw the food in the window, their faces turned extremely bad.

Meat, all meat.

It was all raw meat, a bloody meat paste with a few leaves of lettuce.

Some of the meat was not even cleaned properly and organs were still hanging on it.

One player couldn't help but vomit in the cafeteria.

Thinking back to the female student who committed suicide by jumping off the building at night, and seeing this meat, it is hard not to make the connection.

All the bodies disappeared.

Is it possible that these bodies have been moved to the cafeteria?

Looking at the reactions of the students around, there was no expression on their faces at all, and each of them looked like they were dead.

There is absolutely no emotion like NPC like He Lecheng.

Xiao Huai took the dinner plate and quietly walked to the window in the corner.

The corner window can only serve soup. At least judging by the appearance of the soup, it doesn't contain any meat or anything else, just ordinary bone soup.

Some players noticed and followed immediately.

The lady in the cafeteria was cooking soup with a big bone. The players stared at the bone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Human bones can't be that big, so at least it's not human meat soup.

Everyone thought that Xiao Huai would not eat anything else after making the soup, but after he finished the soup, he immediately went to another window and ordered a large portion of raw meat.

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They looked at the bloody raw meat in Xiao Huai's bowl and almost couldn't hold back the urge to vomit.

Xiao Huai noticed the gazes of the group of people and looked back at them: "What's wrong?"

Hu Jiang was also among that group of people. He and Xiao Huai were roommates, so they were more familiar with each other than strangers.

He mustered up the courage to step forward and ask, "Xiao... Brother Xiao... don't you think there's something wrong with the meat? I thought you were just going to drink the soup."

Xiao Huai picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of raw meat and brought it to his mouth, swallowed it calmly, and said slowly: "How can you be full by just drinking the soup? And this meat is delicious." He tilted his head, with a trace of blood from the raw meat still hanging on his lower lip, revealing a meaningful smile.

How weird.

The newbies were so scared that they turned their heads away and dared not look at him anymore.

Although Hu Jiang was also frightened, Xiao Huai ate it himself after all.

Just like he said, if they only drank soup, they would definitely not be full. If the canteen meals were all raw meat in the future, would they really go on a hunger strike? Starving to death would be really not worth it.

He also followed Xiao Huai's lead and poured a bowl of raw meat. He came over and sat down next to Xiao Huai. "Brother Xiao, can I sit next to you?"

Xiao Huai drank a mouthful of soup and shrugged: "I have no objection."

"Brother Xiao, can I ask you a question?" Hu Jiang asked timidly.

Xiao Huai just gave him a look, indicating that he should continue.

Hu Jiang asked, "Why are you so sure the soup is fine?"

He was referring to the fact that Xiao Huai came over to make soup first.

Xiao Huai smiled. "I just habitually made the soup first. There's only a corner in the cafeteria where you can make soup. Besides, I don't care about the problem you mentioned. Cannibalism doesn't only exist in fantasy. Even if you return to reality, can you be sure that it's not a world of cannibalism?"

As he spoke, he bit off a piece of meat.

Hu Jiang was stunned. Xiao Huai was not on the same level as them at all.

Xiao Huai looked at Hu Jiang, who looked confused. "By the way, you ordered pork. All the meat here is pork. It just looks worse."

Hu Jiang came back to his senses and his face looked much better.

They are just too nervous and associate any meat they see with bad things.

If you can't even tell the difference between human flesh and pork, you're really going crazy.

As soon as Hu Jiang took a piece of meat, Xiao Huai started talking to himself: "However, roasted human flesh tastes the same as pork. Do you want to try it?"

"Puff!" Hu Jiang almost suffocated. A piece of flesh was stuck in his epiglottis. He started coughing madly, beating his chest and stamping his feet, his face flushed red.

The smile in Xiao Huai's eyes grew wider. He poured a mouthful of soup into Hu Jiang's mouth, and before Hu Jiang could catch his breath, he stood up and left.

He had finished all the food on the plate.

Xiao Huai had just walked a few meters when Hu Jiang called him: "Brother Xiao! Have you... have you really... killed..." someone?

He finally asked the question he wanted to ask. Although he didn't finish the question, with Xiao Huai's keenness, how could he not understand what he was saying?

Xiao Huai turned around slowly. This time there was no teasing smile on his face. It was cold and expressionless.

"I forgot."

Even if Xiao Huai really had killed someone, so what? How many of the chosen ones were innocent?

There is never a shortage of murderers in horror games.

There was no pressure or burden at all for God to sentence them to death.

Because this group of people are themselves the cancer of society.

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No one dared to relax during the afternoon self-study because there was an exam in the evening. If we didn’t cram in the afternoon, it would be difficult to predict how we would perform during the exam.

He Lecheng left homework on the blackboard: "Complete pages 1 to 10 of the exercise book."

He Lecheng warned Xiao Huai that he needed to complete double the homework, which was twenty pages.

"What kind of homework is this... There's something wrong with these exercises. Why are they all essays..."

Not only new players noticed this, but also old players who hid their identities were puzzled by it.

Ning Gaoqiang sighed, "Isn't this good? At least you can make up your own essay, which is better than doing math problems."

"Heh." Xiao Huai suddenly sneered, causing Ning Gaoqiang to be quite dissatisfied. "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Huai didn't look up at him. "Do you think writing is the easiest thing? A writer who keeps writing has a similar baldness rate to a mathematician. Creation itself is a mentally exhausting thing."

He took out a pen and drew a line on the required number of words in the composition.

Each essay should be no less than 200 words.

The word count requirement for an essay seems a bit off. Elementary school students' essays must have 400 words, junior high school students' essays must have 600 words, and most high school students' essays must have 800 words. Here, an essay is only required to have 200 words.

So for Xiao Huai, it is not impossible to complete 20 essays in one afternoon.

The intention behind the word count is what matters.

He didn't give up like he did in previous exams, but started writing his composition right away.

Everyone was racing against time, and Ning Gaoqiang didn't bother to pay attention to the weird things Xiao Huai said. Homework was easy to deal with, but the exam in the evening was really difficult.

The afternoon self-study ended quickly. Many players decided not to eat because they couldn't stand the food in the cafeteria, and they were secretly hoping that the menu would be changed tomorrow.

Dinner time is one hour in total, school ends at 5:30 in the afternoon, and evening self-study starts at 6:30.

Hu Jiang found Xiao Huai in the cafeteria. Just when he was about to sit with him, he discovered that there was already someone sitting next to him.