Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 734: A Rookie's Meal Tests His Courage and Fortitude, while His Former Teachers Share T

The shadows of the enamel pots in the cafeteria were stretched out by the twilight, and someone's lunch box fell to the ground with a clang, making a sound that hurt people's ears.

Lu Baoyou bent down to pick up the lunch box, and the sweat on the back of his neck soaked his collar into a sticky mess.

The sound of the copper basin just now was still lingering in my mind - just like when Instructor An knocked on the copper basin and shouted "Dinner is ready",

The sound of "bang" made people's stomach tremble.

“Is this food for humans?”

Fang Mo threw the chopsticks on the table. The raw meat in the bowl was still stained with blood, and the fish cakes were a strange blue-gray color.

"I can't even chew raw meat. Fish cakes are like chewing rubber and have a fishy smell!"

“I taste jasmine.”

Su Zhe touched the back of his neck, the cigarette burned between his fingers until only a butt remained.

"Isn't the Mirror Lake fish monster from the water? Where did Jasmine come from?"

"Who cares what it tastes like, as long as it's edible?"

The new soldier Wang Hao beside him ate the meat in his bowl.

“The question is, can you swallow this?

I just took a bite of the fish cake and my throat is still sore.

The buzzing in the cafeteria grew louder and louder, and suddenly An Qingyu's footsteps were heard from the door.

She was wearing a training uniform and had a short sword from the Demon Suppression Division on her waist.

The wind lifted a strand of her mint green hair, and she leaned on the table. "You think it's unpalatable?"

The recruits shut up immediately.

Fang Mo's hand holding the chopsticks was shaking a little: "Instructor An, this... can this be considered dinner?"

"Calculate."

An Qingyu pointed to the clock on the wall.

"I told you ten minutes ago when I was knocking on the copper basin that this is the first stage of the training camp."

"Either you lick the plate clean now, or you pass out on the training ground tomorrow and have to be dragged to the infirmary for glucose."

She glanced at the lunch boxes scattered all over the table and asked, "Which one do you choose?"

Wang Hao swallowed his saliva: "But this... this is simply inedible!"

“Can’t eat?”

An Qingyu smiled and tapped the raw meat in his bowl with his fingers.

"Last month, the fish monster in Jinghu Lake was causing trouble. Lao Zhang from your team spent three days in the wild, eating raw rabbit meat, in order to chase the monster."

"Last month, when the underground fire demon erupted in Zhenbei City, Captain Xia of the Phoenix Team dug up half a piece of moldy bread from the ruins and shared it among the five of them."

She tilted her head and looked at Wang Hao and said, "Are you more valuable than Old Zhang? More delicate than Captain Xia?"

Wang Hao's face turned red and he stopped talking.

Fang Mo poked his arm: "How about...how about giving it a try?"

The first person to try was Fang Mo.

He took a small bite of the fish cake, his face wrinkled up instantly, and he spat on the table: "Fuck! What's that smell! Bitter and fishy, ​​like it's been soaked in a stinky ditch!"

“I’ll do it.”

Wang Hao bit the raw meat and frowned as soon as he bit into it.

“It’s like a rubber band, you can’t chew it!”

He swallowed hard, his neck became stiff, and suddenly he covered his mouth and ran to the toilet, vomiting all over the place.

The complaints in the cafeteria started again.

Su Zhe squatted on the ground and rubbed his stomach: "Instructor An, this is not training, this is torture, right?"

"Abuse?"

An Qingyu took out the whistle from his pocket and blew it.

"Five more minutes."

She turned and walked towards the round table at the edge of the cafeteria, where several people in black uniforms were sitting - the Night Squad.

Baili Pangpang was leaning on the table watching the new recruits struggle, and when he saw her coming,

I quickly spit out the lollipop in my mouth and said, "Instructor An, your food smells really strong!"

"rush?"

An Qingyu pulled over a chair and sat down.

"Last time you ate the flesh of the corpse monster in the deserted village, why didn't you feel uncomfortable?"

“Can it be the same?”

Baili Pangpang touched his round belly.

"The rotting demon meat is stinky, and these fish cakes are... bitter yet sweet, sweet yet fishy, ​​like a spilled spice shop."

He stared at the new recruits, his eyes shining. "How about I try it too?"

“You dare.”

Shen Qingzhu next to him knocked on his head.

"Instructor An is setting rules for the new recruits. Why are you joining in the fun?"

The new recruits over there are still hesitating.

The sweat on Lu Baoyou's neck trickled down his spine. He stared at the raw meat in the bowl.

Suddenly I remembered what Lin Qiye said: "The food in the training camp is not food, it is a stone for sharpening knives."

He touched the scar on the back of his neck - it was scratched by the demon's claws when he was exorcising the demon last time.

He was wincing in pain at the time, but now he feels that the pain is gone after a while.

"I'll eat it." Lu Baoyou's voice was not loud, but it was like a stone hitting the water.

Everyone turned to look at him. Fang Mo opened his mouth and said, "Baoyou, are you crazy?"

Lu Baoyou didn't say anything.

He picked up the raw meat and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The raw meat with the smell of blood exploded in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and chewed it. His gums were pulled so hard that it hurt, but he swallowed it hard.

Then came the fish cakes. He almost spit them out when he took his first bite. The bitterness made his tongue numb.

He closed his eyes and swallowed it down. His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed the whole fish cake into his stomach.

"Hold!"

Wang Hao came out of the bathroom and saw this scene. "Baoyou, do you have an iron stomach?"

Lu Baoyou wiped his mouth. There was still some soup left at the bottom of the bowl, so he picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Mint green soup flowed down the corner of his mouth. He wiped his mouth with a tissue and put the empty bowl on the table. "I'm full."

The cafeteria was so quiet that you could hear flies flying.

An Qingyu paused with his hand holding the whistle, and his gaze stayed on the scar on the back of Lu Baoyou's neck for two seconds.

Baili Pangpang leaned on the table and smacked his lips: "Is this kid really cruel?"

"ruthless?"

Shen Qingzhu stared at Lu Baoyou's back.

"The last time I saw someone so patient was when Captain Lin was chewing ice chips in the far north."

"Captain Lin?"

Baili Pangpang's eyes lit up, "Didn't Captain Lin say he would come later?"

“Soon.”

An Qingyu glanced at his watch and said, "It's time for Mr. Sun to bring the hot dishes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the kitchen creaked open.

Wearing a blue apron, Old Sun came out with a large iron basin. The aroma of hot steam and braised pork rushed over. "Instructor An, the hot dishes are ready!"

The recruits' eyes lit up instantly. Fang Mo sniffed: "Braised pork?"

“That was a trial.”

An Qingyu stood up,

“Only those who can eat it are qualified to eat hot dishes.”

She glanced at Lu Baoyou's empty bowl and said, "Young comrade, come here."

Lu Baoyou walked over, and Old Sun scooped a full spoonful of braised pork into his bowl: "Eat it while it's hot."

The aroma of meat mixed with the aroma of sauce entered Lu Baoyou's nose, and he suddenly felt his eyes getting hot.

He picked up a piece of meat and almost cried when he bit it - not because of the pain, but because of the delicious taste.

"Instructor An."

Shen Qingzhu suddenly poked her,

"Captain Lin and Wu Hen are here."

An Qingyu turned around and saw Lin Qiye and Wu Hen standing at the entrance of the cafeteria.

Lin Qiye leaned against the door frame and smiled. Wu Hen crossed his arms, but his eyes were fixed on Lu Baoyou.

An Qingyu touched the mint hairpin behind her ear and curled the corners of her mouth - this kid actually added fuel to the fire of the drama that was to come.

Dusk drifted into the cafeteria, dyeing the oily braised pork into a warm golden color.

Lu Baoyou chewed the meat, and the sweat on the back of his neck slowly dried up, but the burning fire in his stomach was still there.

But now I feel that this fire is not pain, it is heat, it is... the power to burn even more vigorously.

Lin Qiye leaned against the door frame and smiled, kicking the rice grains on the ground with the tip of his boot. "Instructor An, this is a very cruel move. I didn't get such treatment during my training back then."

Wu Hen, standing behind him, folded his arms and raised his eyebrow: "When you were eating ice chips in the far north, why didn't I see you cry out for justice?"

An Qingyu picked up the enamel pot on the table and took a sip of tea: "Captain Qiye, are you here to find fault?"

Her mint green hair swept over her shoulders.

"I remember someone took Nightfall on a mission last month and had the team members gnaw on the ribs of a rotten demon—what? Are you feeling bad for the new recruits?"

Lin Qiye raised his hands in surrender: "How could that be? I'm just curious."

He glanced at Lu Baoyou's empty bowl.

"That scar on the back of this kid's neck was caused by the Mirror Lake fish monster last month, right?"

Wu Hen suddenly said, "I was also at Jinghu that day."

He rapped his knuckles on the edge of the table.

"The fish demon had a barbed tail. He was protecting a frightened little girl and took three claws."

He stared at the curly hair on Lu Baoyou's head.

"It was so painful back then, but now I can eat fish cakes raw."

"People learn their lesson after experiencing pain."

An Qingyu put the whistle in his pocket.

"It's just like when you had half your eyebrow burned by the demonic fire, and now you don't even blink when you see the Red Flame Beast."

Fang Mo's hands, holding the fish cake, were shaking.

He glanced at the braised pork in Lu Baoyou's bowl, his Adam's apple moved, and he stuffed the fish cake into his mouth.

His cheeks puffed up like a hamster. He chewed twice and suddenly spat on the table: "Fuck! This tastes even stronger than the pickled vegetables in the toilet back home!"

He wiped his mouth, picked up another piece of raw meat and swallowed it hard, "Finally I know what Baoyou tasted like just now..."

Wang Hao came back from the bathroom with vomit on his sleeves: "Fang Mo, are you crazy?"

“Crazy ass.”

Fang Mo picked at the meat in the bowl and said, "Didn't Instructor An say that only those who can finish it are eligible to eat the hot dishes?"

"I missed the Phoenix team by two points in the last assessment, so I have to fight for my place this time."

He swallowed the last half of the fish cake with his neck stiffened, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said, "Baoyou, can you save some braised pork for me?"

Among the new recruits, some chewed the food with a sad face, while others ran to the toilet after chewing a few bites.

There was also a little girl holding her chopsticks and crying - she bit into the raw meat, blood trickled down her chin.

Sobbing, he said, "I...I've never even eaten raw eggs at home..."

Baili Pangpang leaned over the table and smacked his lips, "Instructor An, is your dish really that bad?"

He took advantage of Shen Qingzhu's inattention and secretly picked up a piece of fish cake and put it into his mouth.

After just two bites, his face turned green and he spat on the tissue: "Fuck! Is this a fish cake or the tears of a fish monster? It's bitter, astringent and has a fishy smell!"

An Qingyu was amused: "The fish cakes are made from the spine of the Mirror Lake Fish Monster, and the raw meat is from the hind legs of the Earth Fire Monster.

The flesh and blood of monsters carry demonic energy, eating them directly can temper your temper - when you go to the battlefield in the future,

I was so hungry that I had to gnaw on the bones of a carrion monster. What does this mean to me now?

Shen Qingzhu knocked on Baili Pangpang's head and said, "Do you think Instructor An is bored?"

"Last time I spent three days fighting the Bone Demon in the Mass Graveyard. If I hadn't brought half a piece of raw demon meat with me, I would have fainted from hunger."

She glanced at the new recruits who were still chewing their food. "If you want to grow, you have to chew the hard stuff first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Sun came over with the second pot of hot food.

The aroma of sweet and sour spareribs mixed with the aroma of braised pork, and the sobbing and vomiting sounds of the recruits suddenly subsided.

Lin Qiye suddenly stood up and tugged at Wu Hen's sleeve: "Old Sun is here."

All the members of the Night Squad stood up.

Shen Qingzhu was the first to bow, his waist bent like a shrimp: "Mr. Sun."

Baili Pangpang wiped the fish cake crumbs from his mouth and bowed as well: "Hello, Mr. Sun."

An Qingyu placed the teacup on the table and bowed politely at a 90-degree angle. "Master Sun."

The iron basin in Sun Lao's hand shook, and he quickly reached out to support it: "Hey, hey, get up, get up!

I am just an old man who cooks, and you are all the pillars of the Demon Suppression Division now - Qiye,

I still remember how you stole the braised pork from me.

Lin Qiye straightened up and smiled: "Wasn't the mission urgent that time?

The braised pork you cooked is so delicious even when it's cold that it makes me unable to sleep.

Wu Hen didn't say anything, just nodded at Mr. Sun.

Old Sun patted his shoulder and said, "Xiao Wu, you hurt your hand last time, so I made you some bone soup. Is it tasting good?"

Wu Hen's ears turned red: "Smooth."

The recruits were stunned.

Fang Mo nudged Lu Baoyou: "Baoyou, why are these big guys so polite to Mr. Sun?"

Lu Baoyou stared at the wrinkles at the corners of Sun Lao's eyes.

Suddenly I remembered what Lin Qiye said - when the Night Squad was first established, Old Sun worked as a helper in the kitchen of the Demon Suppression Division.

When they were injured during a mission, Old Sun secretly left hot food for them;

When they were hungry, Mr. Sun stuffed roasted sweet potatoes into their pockets;

Before Lin Qiye went on his first mission, Old Sun stuffed a piece of braised pork wrapped in lotus leaves into his bag.

"Mr. Sun, you watched us grow up."

An Qingyu touched the mint hairpin behind her ear.

"Back then, we were just like you are now, crying and complaining about the hard training and the delicious hot food."

She glanced at the bowls scattered all over the recruits' table.

"Now I feel that the bitterness I endured back then has become strength in my bones."

Elder Sun added another piece of pork ribs to Lu Baoyou's bowl and said, "Little comrade, eat more."

He turned to leave, then turned back and added, "I'll make you some sweet pumpkin porridge tomorrow morning."

As the dusk deepened, the lights in the cafeteria flickered on.

Lin Qiye patted Wu Hen on the back and said, "Let's go to the training ground and take a look?"

Wu Hen nodded, and glanced at Lu Baoyou again - the boy was chewing on the ribs with a bowl in his hand.

The scar on the back of his neck glowed a pale pink in the light.

An Qingyu followed them and suddenly said, "Qiye, Wu Hen, there will be a new batch of demon cores arriving tomorrow. Do you want to try them?"

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows: "Try what?"

"Among the new recruits, who can stand up to the pressure of the demon core?"

An Qingyu smiled.

"It's like someone standing on the Arctic ice sheet for three days and three nights."

Wu Hen paused, his eyes slightly raised: "I'll accompany you."

Lu Baoyou finished the last piece of pork ribs and drank all the soup at the bottom of the bowl.

He touched his round belly and heard Lin Qiye's laughter floating over with the evening breeze.

The scar on the back of his neck suddenly felt a little itchy - he knew it wasn't painful, it was just the beginning of new flesh growing.

The leaves of the sycamore trees outside the cafeteria rustled, and the searchlights on the training ground in the distance lit up.

Fang Mo wiped her mouth and came over: "Baoyou, how are you going to spend the training tomorrow?"

Lu Baoyou touched the scar on the back of his neck and smiled: "How can I survive?"

"If you can't chew it, keep chewing it. If you can't swallow it, just swallow it."

He stared at the searchlight outside the window.

"Anyway... there has to be something to make the fire burn brighter."