Sighing, Lin Fu began to get busy making cakes from memory.
First, she would make more Tiramisu—that she had decided to make in excess.
She had bought plenty of raw materials, some she had never seen before, while others were common during the Earth era.
She didn’t care anymore. Whatever she remembered, she attempted to make. Skills she was familiar with would be used to produce more, and the unfamiliar ones were just for her to try out. Failure wasn’t something she feared.
In her past life, Lin Fu had dabbled in baking as a hobby, using it to pass the time when she was bored. Her body wasn’t fit for intense physical activities, nor could she drink alcohol and hang out in bars or go dancing. So she had to pick up quiet hobbies to fill the time.
Like baking, painting, crafts, and the like.
While Lin Fu was joyfully immersed in her work, Xu Jinglan finally woke up in the medical department after receiving treatment. Her bruises and wounds were still visible, but the internal bleeding and fractures had been urgently mended.
She no longer was in critical condition but couldn’t engage in any strenuous activities and needed proper rest.
Flight Academy’s teachers, instructors, and her team captain had all come specifically to check on her, waiting until they were sure Xu Jinglan was alright before leaving at ease. Upon leaving, an instructor exclaimed with relief, "Xu Jinglan, you’re very lucky to have a friend who would stand up for you."
"We’ll take our leave now. Rest well."
"If you need anything, contact us anytime. Don’t bear it all alone from now on."
The whole Flight Academy was irritated about Xu Jinglan’s incident, and even their anger extended to the Arts Academy’s teachers, sparing them no pleasantries.
Xia Youyou had lost a toe, and the enraged Arts Academy teachers went knocking on Land War Academy’s door only to be bluntly told to "get lost" by Song Zheng, which had sent them packing.
Fuming, the Arts Academy teachers declared on the spot, "Song Zheng, you’re tough. We’ll see. I can’t wait to see if your Land War Academy will need our students to cheer for you during the competition."
Having an Arts department was another benefit for each Military Academy. For various competitions and festivals, the Arts department’s students would prepare a rich variety of programs to set the mood.
The competitions themselves were even more fierce.
Especially significant events like the freshmen competition that garnered national attention, several leaderboards and awards were decided by public voting, allowing many newcomers to gain the spotlight.
So, under similar strength conditions, how do you attract the public? How do you increase your likability?
How do you make the public cast their precious vote for you?
The knowledge here was vast. Besides one’s charisma, the performances of arts students became crucial.
That’s why, at such times, the usually overlooked Arts majors soared in value, and talented and popular students were highly sought after.
Song Zheng only then realized the gravity of his actions, cursing under his breath, "Damn it."
But the bridge had been burned, and it was too late for regrets.
"Oh well, what’s done is done," Song Zheng had given up on caring, no longer worried about the small matter of likability.
Winning was everything.
If you lost, then everything was lost—no one cared about those trivial public accolades.
The less the public remembered him, the better. It saved him the embarrassment.
After the Arts Academy teacher had left with a bruised ego from Song Zheng’s dismissal, he simmered with anger and approached the Flight Academy.
The Flight Academy, also among the top in the Combat Sequence, generally had a much better reputation than the Land Battle side and was more down-to-earth and reliable.
They would never act like Song Zheng.
However, the outcome turned out to be even worse.
The Flight Academy’s dean personally led the charge, giving the Arts Academy teacher a beating, which attracted countless teachers and instructors to witness the commotion.
The news spread from the internal school network to the official website of the Military Department. Thankfully, due to confidentiality regulations, it wasn’t posted on the Star Network.
Otherwise, the whole Empire would have known about it.