After being choked unconscious for the nineteenth time, Jason’s fighting lesson came to an end—for now.
Not because the members of the St. Mungo’s Academy Student Council had learned anything, but because… it was lunchtime.
“This afternoon, we’ll continue,”
Jason instructed earnestly.
Then he turned and quickly walked toward the cafeteria.
Jason had never been to the St. Mungo’s Academy cafeteria.
The smell of food was enough to guide him there.
“Wait for me, Jason,”
So, it ran even faster.
He was almost the first to arrive near the cafeteria.
Then, there was a sudden stop.
Once again, it felt that man’s presence.
More terrifying than any time before.
Unable to help itself, it looked up, and through its blurry vision, it saw the immense black figure crouched on top of the cafeteria, its gaping mouth consuming everything voraciously, roaring incessantly.
Whoever dares come over, I’ll eat them!
Receiving such a clear signal, Tibbers instantly froze, its internal switch triggered once again.
Unfortunately, it was out of stock long ago.
“Tibbers, what’s wrong with you?”
“You’re scared you might frighten the others, right?”
“Then sit here, I’ll go get you some food.”
Dadas patted her pet bear, then quickly understood what Tibbers was thinking.
After that, she walked toward the cafeteria.
St. Mungo’s Academy’s cafeteria had two floors, both serving dining areas, but the first floor offered complimentary food while the second required payment.
Naturally, the food on the second floor was more delicious than that on the first.
However, most people still chose the first floor.
Only on special days would they opt for the second floor.
At this moment, Jason was on the first floor.
He stood at the window with a tray while the cafeteria lady scooped food onto his plate with a shake of her spoon, again and again.
“We can’t waste food here!”
The cafeteria lady reminded him.
Then she watched as Jason swept across the tray with the speed of the wind and the quickness of lightning, his mouth wide open.
The tray was as clean as new, as if it had been washed.
Jason asked, turning around.
“Would you like another helping?”
The cafeteria lady asked with a nervous chuckle.
“The taste of the food here is much better than at the police station.”
“I think I could eat five…”
The chef beside him remarked in admiration.
After smiling at the chef serving him food, Jason said, “Fifty portions.”
The chef’s hand trembled.
“Young man, joking is not nice.”
“How can one person eat fifty portions?”
“Even for an eating champion, ten portions is terribly impressive.”
The chef thought Jason was joking.
Jason did not answer.
Actions speak louder than words.
Besides, with food right in front of him, where did he have time to talk?
When Dadas entered the cafeteria, Jason was on his tenth portion.
When the members of the student council arrived, Jason was on his twentieth portion.
Everyone watched Jason, their eyes wide and mouths agape.
“Food provides the energy required for essential activities!”
“And if you exercise a lot, it will increase this consumption, so you need a large intake!”
“Jason has just done a great deal of exercise, so he needs to eat even more.”
“Moreover, it’s proven that eating more, combined with exercise, can make you stronger and taller.”
The female pastry chef explained on the side.
Eating more and exercising more makes one strong?
Is this the secret to Teacher Jason’s strength?
The student council members paused for a moment, then raced towards the trays, silent all of a sudden.
As long as you can eat, you can become strong!
If you’re not strong enough, it’s because you haven’t eaten enough!
I will eat even more!
I want to be a man (or woman) who can wrestle with a bear!
Somehow, inspired by the pastry chef’s explanation, such beliefs surged within the student council members.
In no time, the young people began what they thought was their journey to becoming strong.