Chapter 209: God damn gourmet class Chapter 209: God damn gourmet class Su Yinhe had become addicted to abducting people, and he had captured many for Lin Murong.
Luckily, the chosen venue was big enough; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been able to accommodate everyone.
“Galaxy, what if these many people rebel?” Lin Murong was a bit worried.
“Don’t worry, I believe you can handle it, just beat them to death,” Su Yinhe patted his shoulder, showing his trust.
Suddenly, Lin Murong wasn’t so sure he wanted that kind of trust.
And, how had things developed to this stage?
What were they even here for?
How had it turned out ?
Why did they have to become teachers?
They had even found a classroom, a blackboard, and even chalk and erasers…
Were they seriously going to cosplay as teachers?
Lin Murong couldn’t believe it, but it was true.
Not only had Su Yinhe prepared teaching tools for him, but he had even decked out the classroom with desks and chairs…
Lin Murong also thought it was absurd.
But he had been pushed into it.
By the time he was pushed up there, he still didn’t know what he would talk about.
But looking at the group of “students” forcefully fixed to their desks and chairs, trembling, he knew what he needed to talk about.
He still wanted to continue teaching them morality; Wu Xiaobo had been taught well by him, and he believed if he could teach one student well, he definitely could teach another.
Maybe even a whole group of students.
“Come, today we’re going to talk about morality…” Lin Murong picked up a thick stick, pointing to the word “morality” written on the blackboard.
On the stage, Lin Murong spoke rapidly. Below the stage, the students shivered.
These three people must be sick.
Lin Murong was one, speaking on the stage.
The other two, one was Su Yinhe, leaning against the door at the front, watching them.
Another, Chi Yan, sitting at the back.
Chi Yan had joined them as well.
No helping it, with three people, if two are involved, the third can’t just stand by and watch.
Though it seemed foolish, Chi Yan had joined them anyway.
“Okay, coming up we’ll do a random questioning,” said Lin Murong, after finishing his lecture.
Wasn’t that oppressive feeling just arriving?
His students’ heads, each lower than the next, trying to disappear from his sight, but Lin Murong, standing on the stage, saw every little movement clearly.
You just couldn’t escape.
“Wu Xiaobo, your turn. You’ve learned well,” Lin Murong still loved him.
Wu Xiaobo, upon hearing his name being called, was like: “…”
“Me?” Wu Xiaobo stood up hesitantly, trembling as he pointed to himself.
“Yes, you’ve learned well,” the best learner, setting an example for others.
“I…I…” Wu Xiaobo’s legs were so weak.
Couldn’t he just die on the spot?
He really wanted to just die on the spot.
Might as well kill him.
Actually, there’s no real need for people to keep living.
“Hmm? What, you can’t?” Lin Murong was displeased.
“I…I can.” This, Wu Xiaobo really knew.
He wasn’t lying; he had silently reviewed it before.
But Wu Xiaobo actually came up with the answer.
Lin Murong was satisfied and allowed him to sit down.
“Very good, today I’ll give you a chicken leg.”
“Thank you, Teacher.” Wu Xiaobo was about to cry; life was so hard.
Before, if there had been a chicken leg to eat, Wu Xiaobo could have been thrilled beyond belief, but now…
Might as well starve him.
Lin Murong finished calling on Wu Xiaobo, then started calling other people.
Seeing Lin Murong call on Wu Xiaobo, the others who had relaxed, “???!!!”
Is that even allowed?
You really think being a teacher is addictive, huh?
Teacher Lin’s classes lasted two hours each.
In that time, Su Yinhe could have watched four or five episodes of a drama.
Those students were being tortured so much that they were breathing in more than they were breathing out.
Sometimes, they didn’t even really want to live anymore.
After Lin Murong’s morality class, their souls had left their bodies. They sprawled across their seats—and those three were oddly considerate to even have seats.
They thought it was all over.
But that was just the beginning…
“Break time is over, class is in session. Next up is my class, cooking class,” Lin Murong stepped down, and Su Yinhe took over.
She had basically forgotten everything she learned in school. Now, she’d teach something simple.
The students below, “…”
At a time , a cooking class.
What kind of cuisine, anyway?
It couldn’t possibly be their own flesh…
They started shivering again.
Mommy, they were so scared.
However, unexpectedly, Su Yinhe didn’t aim for their flesh but genuinely taught them how to make delicious food.
And they had to eat it themselves…
But then, both Su Yinhe and Lin Murong were not exactly suited for innovation, especially in cooking.
If Lin Murong’s classes inflicted mental trauma, then Su Yinhe’s classes were physical destruction.
It’s like being alive, but no different from being dead.
But there was still Chi Yan left.
“Brother Chi, are you coming?” Lin Murong was a bit excited.
Chi Yan glanced at the “students” who were barely alive, thought about it, but shook his head.
Too exhausting, didn’t really feel like teaching.
“You’re not coming? You’re really not coming? It’s quite fun.” Lin Murong smacked his lips, finding teaching quite enjoyable.
“Never mind. Let them rest first,” Chi Yan said lightly.
“What level of rest is considered enough?” Su Yinhe timidly asked.
“The kind where they don’t die after my teaching,” Chi Yan said in the calmest voice, delivering the most frightening words.
Thankfully, it wasn’t aimed at her.
There were benefits to being a student, after all.
Because Su Yinhe was still providing their meals.
And not just any meals.
Meals made by Su Yinhe.
Now, apart from Su Yinhe, no one else could serve such meals.
So, when the “students” discovered the food, their initially dispirited selves instantly regained vitality.
They wolfed down the meals, and finally, someone timidly said,
“If the meals are always this good… maybe attending classes isn’t so bad…”
No sooner had he spoken, someone objected. “You’ll die. You’ll really die.”
“Don’t you see what that woman teaches, what she makes? It’s so green, so dark. She doesn’t eat it herself, makes us eat it… Ugh… it’ll kill us sooner or later…”
“But still, the food here is really delicious. Tell me, where else have you ever eaten ? Anyway, I think it’s fine, I’ll see how it goes.” If it’s every day, staying here might not be too bad.
After all, he used to rob people just for a bite to eat.
Now with food and drink provided, attending “classes” isn’t so bad.
Although the content of the class is a bit dumb, there’s food.
Isn’t this just like the proverbial pie falling from the sky?