Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

"Do 100 push-ups, 100 squats, and 100 sit-ups every day, plus run 10 kilometers every day, and you'll easily become stronger."

Everyone: "..."

Good grief, what kind of bullshit secret to getting stronger is this?!

If you could really get stronger with this little bit of training intensity, then martial saints would be everywhere by now!

Everyone shook their heads, not taking it seriously, and continued to focus on their training.

However, the chubby boy silently memorized this secret to becoming stronger and decided to put it into action starting today.

Little did the chubby boy know that his life was about to take a dramatic turn from that moment on.

With consistent daily training, the chubby boy suddenly discovered that his body's various functions were beginning to undergo tremendous changes!

His once thick hair became increasingly thin, and his once large limbs gradually became bulging.

In short, it is

He went bald and got fatter!

Because, every day on my run, there are always those damn street vendors selling those delicious-smelling barbecues.

He couldn't resist and took a few bites...

Of course, that's all in the future.

Meanwhile, Li Zhengjun arrived at the school cafeteria and found the cafeteria manager.

"Teacher Li, what brings you here?"

The cafeteria manager said respectfully.

Li Zhengjun, with an air of familiarity, put his arm around the cafeteria manager's shoulder and whispered:

"Hey bro, I want to make a deal with you. Can you treat me to a nice meal tonight? I'd like to treat my students to dinner."

The cafeteria manager was taken aback upon hearing this.

Wow, this teacher is really interesting.

This was the first time he'd ever seen a teacher invite students to dinner at the school cafeteria. It's true what they say, there are all sorts of idiots in a big forest.

The cafeteria manager inwardly grumbled, but outwardly maintained a humble and embarrassed expression, saying:

"Teacher Li, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that this doesn't comply with school rules."

"I see."

Li Zhengjun chuckled and secretly pulled a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket.

The cafeteria manager quickly shook his head and said:

"Teacher Li, this isn't about money."

Li Zhengjun didn't say anything, but silently took out another hundred-yuan bill.

"Teacher Li, this really isn't about the money!"

Without saying a word, Li Zhengjun pulled out three more hundred-yuan bills.

"Teacher Li, what are you doing?!"

The cafeteria manager quickly waved his hand, then with lightning speed, secretly stuffed the five hundred-yuan bills into his pocket, and said with a righteous expression:

“Teacher Li, don’t worry about money. As the school cafeteria, we should provide meals for students for free. Please feel free to call the students over.”

At this point, the cafeteria manager leaned close to Li Zhengjun's ear and whispered something in his ear:

"By the way, Teacher Li, how many people are you planning to invite?"

“About 20 people.”

Li Zhengjun answered in a low voice.

Upon hearing this, the cafeteria manager couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Good heavens, they're treating 20 people to dinner and only planning to spend 500 yuan?!

This is truly the epitome of stinginess, the ultimate in being stingy!

"Teacher Li, with only 500 yuan for 20 people, I'm afraid we can't afford to serve any good dishes," the cafeteria manager said in a low voice, looking troubled.

"It's alright. My students are like wild boars that can't eat fine food. Just make do with whatever you have. After all, what we're eating isn't food, it's sentiment."

Li Zhengjun smiled and waved his hand.

Upon hearing this, the cafeteria manager's lips twitched again.

Good heavens, being your student is the worst luck imaginable.

The cafeteria manager shook his head helplessly, then went to the kitchen, found the head chef, handed him three hundred-yuan bills, and said:

“A teacher at our school is treating his students to dinner, about 20 people, with a budget of 300 yuan. Can you handle the arrangements?”

Upon hearing this, the head chef's eyes widened suddenly, and he choked so badly that he spat out a mouthful of water.

what! ?

How can you treat 20 people to a meal with a budget of 300 yuan?

How can anyone eat this?!

Seeing the shock on the head chef's face, the cafeteria manager whispered quietly:

"It's okay, just make do with whatever you have."

"Just make do... oh?"

The head chef immediately understood and nodded.

After the cafeteria manager left, he called over the sous chef who was standing nearby.

"Here's 150 yuan. Go to the market and buy me some vegetables. Remember, it's enough for about 20 people."

The sous chef was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

150 yuan for groceries for 20 people? What the hell can you buy with that?!

"Brother Hao, you're not kidding, are you?"

The sous chef looked at the head chef with disbelief.

The head chef didn't say much, only leaving behind three words:

"Hard work."

"Ok?"

The sous chef was taken aback for a moment, but then immediately understood and nodded.

Then he went to the apprentice who was washing dishes and handed him a bright red 50 yuan bill:

"Go to the market and buy 50 steamed buns."

The apprentice nodded, then took the 50-yuan note and whispered furtively:

"Master, can I get some?"

The sous chef glanced at him, left with only a four-character idiom, and then departed.

"The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea".

Upon hearing this idiom, the apprentice immediately understood and revealed a sly smile, muttering to himself:

"Each displays their unique abilities."