Food: Senior year internship, you take over the university cafeteria

Total revenue for breakfast today: 9786 yuan!

Almost ten thousand!

After deducting all costs, the net profit... is at least five thousand!

Five thousand in one day!

Wang Sheng's heart pounded wildly. This income level far exceeded that of the average white-collar worker, and even surpassed that of many small business owners! If it continued, or even continued to grow…

The [System Shop] that requires a million in profits to unlock seems to be getting closer!

He glanced at the system panel subconsciously.

Popularity: 15892

[Number of positive reviews: 1103/1000 (Hidden target exceeded!)]

Estimated cumulative operating profit: ≈ 12000 yuan

Hidden objectives exceeded targets! Popularity soared! Profits accumulated to over 10,000!

A strong sense of accomplishment and boundless anticipation for the future washed away his fatigue, making him want to roar to the sky.

At that moment, he felt several complex gazes coming from other windows nearby.

The vendors selling steamed buns, porridge, and noodles looked at the long queues that had passed by window number 07, smelled the lingering, enticing aroma in the air, and then looked at the deserted scene in front of their own shops. Their eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and a hint of something indescribable... awe.

Who exactly is this kid? What kind of tempting stuff is he making?

Wang Sheng simply nodded to them in a friendly manner before starting to tidy up the messy but fulfilling workspace.

By the time he had tidied everything up, changed into clean clothes, and dragged his tired but light steps back to the boys' dormitory, it was already past ten in the morning.

Downstairs in the dormitory, several boys playing basketball saw him and their eyes lit up.

"Holy crap! The god of cafeteria steamed buns!"

"The boss is back!"

"The fried dough sticks were amazing today! I'm going again tomorrow!"

Wang Sheng greeted them with a smile and went upstairs.

He didn't notice at all that one of the boys quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message in a large campus group chat with 500 members:

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The boss at window number 07, Wang Sheng from the School of Economics, lives in room 308 of Building 7 in Taoyuan! Just got back to his dorm! He's even more handsome in person than when he's working!"

The group chat immediately erupted in chaos.

"Really? I hope we can bump into each other!"

Do you have any photos?

"Wait, I think I saw him yesterday afternoon in the laundry room, shirtless, throwing clothes around! Those abs... they're almost gone, but the outline is still there! [blurry photo.jpg]"

"??? See the picture above!"

"Saved! It's blurry, but you can tell she has a great figure!"

"Can cook, has a great physique, and isn't bad-looking... what a perfect man!"

"Honey! Look at me!"

"Are you a man or a woman in front of me? Don't try to steal my husband!"

"Brother Sheng! I'm hungry! Food!"

These messages were quickly screenshotted and shared on the school forum.

Thus, a new hot topic emerged:

[Shocking! The handsome male owner at cafeteria window number 07 has been revealed, along with a photo that appears to show his abs!]

Attached photos: a blurry side profile photo showing a well-proportioned figure and faint abdominal muscles, and a clear frontal photo of Wang Sheng wearing a clean T-shirt returning to his dormitory.

The comments section below the post was instantly flooded with comments.

"Holy crap! He's a student! And so handsome!"

"That physique... did you get it from cooking?"

"She's good-looking, has great skills, and can earn money... Mom, I'm in love!"

"Husband! From today onwards, you are my husband, whom I've never met before!"

"Guys, are you under a lot of pressure?"

"Brother Sheng, don't be so rigid about gender!"

Am I the only one worried about whether I'll be able to get tofu pudding tomorrow?

After taking a shower, Wang Sheng lay comfortably on the bed and habitually opened his phone to check the forum feedback.

Then, he saw the post floating on the homepage with its sensational title, and after clicking on it, the screen was filled with "husband," "handsome," "great body," "I'm so hungry," etc.

Wang Sheng: "..."

His expression went from blank to astonished to embarrassed, and finally his entire face and ears turned red at a visible speed, and he got goosebumps all over.

What... what is all this about?!

He started making food because he wanted to start a business, make money, unlock the system, and reach the pinnacle of life...

I never intended to debut based on my face and (almost disappearing) abs!

He slammed his phone against his chest, pulled the blanket over his head, and awkwardly dug out a three-bedroom apartment with his toes on the sheets.

Oh no, I'm really a campus celebrity now... and in such a weird way!

.......

The next day, at 4:30 a.m.

Wang Sheng remained unchanged.

The sky remained a thick, inky blue, and the campus streetlights cast dim, yellowish halos in the thin mist. All was quiet except for the occasional rustling sound of cleaners sweeping the ground in the distance.

Wang Sheng pushed his tricycle quietly out of the dormitory area and turned onto the path leading to the off-campus market.

After several days of intense work, my body was exhausted, but my mind was unusually clear and excited, full of expectations for the future.

However, just as he turned a corner, the keen intuition of a top-tier ingredient hunter, or rather, the perception slightly enhanced by the system, made the hairs on the back of his head stand on end.

Someone was following them.

It's not an illusion.

The footsteps were light, deliberately keeping their distance, but they still sounded out of place on the quiet street in the early morning.

Wang Sheng's heart skipped a beat. Who would be following him so early? A robber? That seemed unlikely; the area around the university town was usually quite safe. Could it be… a jealous competitor trying to sabotage him? He recalled the complex looks he'd received from the other shopkeepers yesterday.

He remained calm and continued pushing the cart forward, his ears perked up, carefully listening for any sounds behind him. Just one person. Their steps were unsteady, unlike someone who had ever practiced martial arts.

As he passed a dimly lit corner with piles of discarded building materials on the side of the road, Wang Sheng suddenly turned around, leaned his tricycle to the side, and charged towards the timid black figure behind him like a cheetah that had been poised for a long time!

"Who?!"

The dark figure clearly hadn't expected Wang Sheng to react so quickly, let alone rush over directly. Startled, it cried out "Ouch!" and turned to run, but tripped.

Wang Sheng had already rushed forward. Taking advantage of the momentum, he precisely grabbed the opponent's outstretched wrist, which was trying to maintain its balance, with his right hand. He then used his left hand to grab the opponent's waist and used his core strength to execute a clean and neat over-the-shoulder throw!

"Thump!"

"Ouch!"

The dark figure was slammed hard onto the cold concrete, letting out a cry of pain. The phone he was holding flew far away, its screen lit up, hovering over a chat interface.

Using the light from the distant streetlights and his phone screen, Wang Sheng was finally able to see the person on the ground—a tall, thin boy wearing plaid pajamas, a down jacket haphazardly over them, and black-rimmed glasses. He looked like an ordinary student, and was currently grimacing and rubbing his buttocks, his glasses askew to one side.

They were not the thugs or colleagues you might have imagined.

Wang Sheng was stunned: "Classmate? You... why are you following me?"

The boy was in so much pain that tears were almost streaming down his face. Looking at Wang Sheng's imposing figure, which still seemed incredibly imposing even in the dim light, he felt anxious, scared, and wronged, and his words became incoherent:

"I...I didn't mean any harm! Senior! Brother Sheng! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! I just...I just wanted to see what fillings you bought this morning!"

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