Is what you're learning correct?

Chapter 9 A Gathering of Distinguished Guests

The entire classroom erupted in chaos with a deafening roar—

"Holy crap, Lao Lu!"

"Godfather, please accept my bow!"

"How can we live without you!"

"Sit here, sit here, use my cushion, it's nice and warm!"

Lu Chi immediately felt relieved; he'd been waiting for this for a whole year: "Line up, line up! The braised dishes come with soup, you there, Lezi, bring it over!"

Shu Le, who was already 1.9 meters tall, was practically 2.8 meters with a laugh. He awkwardly pulled three large, disposable plastic containers from his storage compartment: "Chicken chili peppers, chopped green onions, and cilantro—plenty, just the right amount!"

"good!"

They were greeted with cheers, applause, and whistles—it was like the kind of grand treatment superheroes receive when they were illegally duo-queuing.

Old Yang, standing on the podium, adjusted his glasses and tapped the table with the bottom of his chopsticks: "Ahem, Lu Chi, what were you doing this morning? Did you get lost?"

"Let's have some fun, go for it, show some attitude!"

"Hey, hey, hey, Old Yang, Old Yang, please, please use this, please use this!"

"Oh dear, this is outrageous! Oh, look at this! You've really made my life miserable!" Another burst of laughter erupted. Old Yang, though holding a chicken leg on his chopsticks, still maintained a semblance of composure: "Seven yuan, right? I'll transfer it to you later. This cafeteria is getting worse and worse. I bet after you all leave this year, the school will have to clear it out and sublet it again. The renovations alone took half a semester! Teachers and students don't even have a place to eat! This is outrageous!"

Lu Chi glanced at the food on Old Yang's plate: "Still the same?"

Old Yang nodded, then pursed his lips: "Still the same old ways!"

Old Yang is a bit thin, but he's not quite like the wolves and tigers below who are just hungry and indiscriminate. In fact, he's a carnivore who can't live without meat.

This lousy cafeteria has been doing the same thing every year for the past two years, ostensibly to "scrape the New Year's oil and fat." They can't handle the heavy meat dishes, and to make matters worse, they haven't even seen the leafy greens that are often more expensive than meat. From the time the first and second year students are on break until the start of the new semester, the cafeteria basically treats the third-year students like dirt. Normally, they have to eat tofu, cabbage, potatoes, and pickled vegetables for about half a month. This year is even worse; they just cook, provide food, and don't bother with proper sanitation. Before winter break, a bunch of unfortunate teachers and students ate in the classroom for almost half a month, and then they had to figure out how to return the plates themselves.

"Who doesn't eat chicken skin? I just tore it up with my chopsticks and gave it to charity!" Lu Chi shouted, then grinned, "Once the renovations are done, let them get lost. The next tenant has been waiting anxiously for half a year!"

"Give me a piece of chicken skin..." Old Yang craned his neck and leaned over from the podium: "Renovation finished? You have another inside story? Is this going to work?"

"The meager amount from the renovations isn't even enough to argue with the logistics department. We're only being lenient by not investigating them thoroughly, letting them have a good New Year. Hey, Liangzi, that's enough! Each of you wants three chicken drumsticks. Those few pieces of chicken skin are full of collagen. Leave some for the girls to make up for the hardships of studying!"

"Ah...hehe...haha...I'm really in the right today, three big cases, one Sprite, one iced tea, and one Coke, which I'll store on that little terrace around the corner!"

"Brother Liang's Silver Wings! Brother Liang is awesome!"

"Won't it freeze solid by now?"

"Quick, run! There's still a chance to save him!"

"Shut up!" Zhang Liang, a strongman weighing over 200 pounds, raised his chin with undisguised pride and surveyed the entire class. "What's the panic! I covered myself with the Xiu Nian quilt! Based on my years of experience with heavy drinking, the temperature should be just right now! Pure Guojiao!"

Chen Nianxiu roared and pounced on him: "Born! I'll fight you to the death!"

Liangzi raised her arm and put her arm around Chen Nianxiu, who was completely oblivious to her surroundings, and she clung to Liangzi like a little bird, being pulled back to the back seat with her arm around his waist.

"I don't understand. Is this some kind of compatibility test?"

"So everyone's just part of your game?"

"Flowing like clouds and running water!"

"Together! Together! Together!"

Lin Dong was shouting when, not only did no one join in, but Old Yang suddenly started banging on the blackboard, making Lin Dong extremely embarrassed: "Quiet! What kind of behavior is this! The director... oh... director... you're coming soon, our class is having lunch, are you...?"

Comrade Yu glanced at the chicken leg: "Other classes have finished lunch and are resting, but your class is making a lot of noise. Be careful, it's the first day of school!"

"Hey, hey, watch out, watch out! I'm talking about them!"

"Okay, I'm leaving."

After distributing the chicken legs, Lu Chi actually had two left for himself, showing how well these people had eaten during the New Year. Some of the boarding students could easily eat three or four chicken legs by themselves: "A bunch of unfilial children, at least you have a little bit of conscience!"

The rebellious sons remained silent, only following Lu Chi back to his seat near the back door with strange looks, their faces full of innocent, amused expressions.

"Wait a minute! Didn't Senior Danyangzi ascend to immortality?" Lu Chi rubbed his eyes. "Oh no! Was the ascension really a scam?"

Old Yang coughed, "What nonsense! Let me introduce you to the girl sitting in front of you, Shan Heman, a new transfer student. You little rascal, take good care of her, um, but not during class, she's a very good student!"

"Shan...He Man...is that how you name someone..." Lu Chi muttered, glancing at the two chicken legs left in his box. "I was wondering why I had two left over today. Turns out they were waiting for me here. Hey, classmate, Shan He Man!"

"You—" The student in front, completely covered by another school's uniform, turned around and hurriedly reached out his hand, probably wanting to shake hands or something, but instead, he snapped the box shut, perfectly sealing the deal: "Okay—"

He had large eyes and a small face. A slightly reddish beauty mark stood at the intersection of his thin eyebrows and the corner of his eye. Lu Chi was stunned, and so was Shan Heman. Their gazes finally focused on the chicken legs in the lunchbox. Lu Chi said, "Berbro, you want both chicken legs?"

Dan Heman practically burst into steam on the spot, then whirled around and buried herself in her school uniform: "I...I didn't..."

The entire classroom suddenly felt like it had been given away to Flower Fruit Mountain.

"Ahem!"

The head of the teaching department, Lao Yu, turned around again, intimidating the whole class with his gaze, and then left without saying a word. Very well, now the pressure is on Lao Yang, and it's his turn to click his teeth.

His deskmate, Ran Qingfeng, elbowed him: "She didn't have a card, so she didn't go to get food just now."

Lu Chi glanced at the plate someone had brought back for him on his desk, then looked at the chicken leg in the box, reached out and poked the right shoulder of the student in front of him who was practically brand new. When she stood up and turned around, he slid the plate and chicken leg from his left to the other student's desk: "Man, I think you still don't understand our class. Our class operates on the Dark Forest Law."

Dan Heman didn't notice that the chicken leg and plate were already on her table. Her thin, small face was full of confusion: "Wh...what does this mean...?"

Ran Qingfeng scoffed, "So you're saying you eat this meal, and when he gets hungry he'll randomly pick a lucky audience member to comment on, and they'll be gone in a second!"

"What food... Ah... I don't want to eat... I'm not hungry..."

"Hey, your stomach's growling."

"..."

Lu Chi shoved Ran Qingfeng: "You! You'd better explain to me what 'stealing someone' means!"

Ran Qingfeng puffed out her chest: "Come on, you better push me this way!"

"Ha, you're not even that good-looking, yet you have such high and mighty ideas!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Liu Lan, who had just returned from a stroll around the tables, saw the scene and immediately chimed in, "Master Lu, strike at the snake's vital point! Try to cut her off in the bottom lane! I'll cover your mouth for you!"

"Someone, bring Dad an apple!" Lu Chi said weakly, "I need to ask Lao Yang to switch groups. What kind of decent family has four women in one group? It's too much of a masculine situation!"

Liu Lan scoffed, "Nine-out-of-ten fish, that's more like 'more breasts than good luck'!"

Ran Qingfeng glared at Liu Lan and tossed half an apple to Lu Chi: "Royal Uncle, sit at the same table as Lu Chi!"

Liu Lan, courtesy name Xuande, also known as Imperial Uncle, is a man of both metaphysics and virtue, and vice versa. Senior Danyangzi's catchphrase "Liu Lan's... something something" has a slightly heavy accent, so the name Liu Xuande has a wide range of influences, while the name Imperial Uncle resounds throughout Class 13, like thunder in the ears, like a fishbone stuck in the throat, like a thorn in the back.

Liu Lanling turned around and pulled out her weapon in zero frames: "Heh, what's so interesting about men? It's still us sweet and soft little women who are the real deal, hahaha!"

Ran Qingfeng, holding a book in one hand and a pencil case in the other, unleashed a barrage of barrages: "Get lost, get lost, quack!"