147: Chapter 147 Cafeteria Drama: Territory Claimed by High Heels

The cafeteria for contestants at the Goose Factory base was at its liveliest time of the day.

The girls from Class A were eating salads while discussing how to whiten their skin.

The loudmouths from Class B were gnawing on chicken drumsticks while belting out high notes.

The rappers from Class C were drinking cola while battling over whose eating style was more "swag."

The air was filled with the aroma of food and the restlessness of youth.

Just then, a strange sound suddenly came from the entrance.

"Click, click, click..."

It was light, but rapid.

And it was getting closer and louder, as if an army wearing iron shoes was approaching.

"What's that sound?"

"Did the renovation crew arrive?"

Everyone stopped eating and looked toward the door with curiosity.

The next second, the whole room went quiet.

The cafeteria doors were suddenly pushed open.

Two rows of girls, dressed in black slim-fit suits and wearing ten-centimeter "sky-high heels," walked in with an arrogant, swaggering gait.

Their chins were slightly lifted, their gazes cold.

It was as if they weren't entering a cafeteria, but a boardroom for an acquisition negotiation.

Especially Zhao Xiaoxiao, who was walking in the front.

Although she was holding a food tray, she exuded an aura that made it look like she was thinking, "I'm going to smash this tray into everyone here."

"Holy crap..."

The cola in the hand of a Class C rapper dropped to the floor in fright.

"Is... is this Class F? Didn't Su Zhe take them to practice military boxing? When did they switch to the mafia?"

Under the shocked gaze of the entire room, the main force of Class F ignored everyone's eyes.

They had only one target: the special supply window for Wellington steak.

At this moment, a few girls from Class B were gathered in front of that window, hesitating whether to take the last few pieces.

"The calorie count is a bit high..."

"But it looks so delicious."

"Oh, whatever. Na Jie said that singing is hard on the throat, so we need to eat more meat."

Just as they reached out with their tongs, a shadow loomed over them.

Zhao Xiaoxiao stood behind them, looking down from above.

She didn't speak, just coldly let out a single syllable: "Hmph!"

That cold huff was the "dantian power" taught by Su Zhe, combined with the "Queen's disdain" taught by Lin Qingxue.

The lethality was off the charts.

The Class B girls turned around and locked eyes with Zhao Xiaoxiao, whose gaze made it look like she was staring at "dead people."

"Clatter."

The tongs dropped.

"S-sorry! You first, please, you first!"

The Class B girls looked as if they had seen a ghost, scrambling to clear the way.

It was too scary!

That look was as if to say: "If you dare to touch this meat, I'll turn you into meat!"

Zhao Xiaoxiao nodded in satisfaction.

She elegantly reached out with her tongs and, with speed and precision, grabbed the largest piece of steak.

Then she turned around and stomped her high heel, "Click!"

She waved at the sisters behind her: "Sisters, the area is cleared. Go!"

Whoosh.

The thirty girls of Class F instantly occupied the entire meat section.

Students from other classes shivered, daring only to eat grass in the vegetarian section.

At a VIP booth in the corner, Su Zhe was cutting into a steak, eating until his mouth was oily.

Sitting opposite him was the elegantly postured Lin Qingxue.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

Su Zhe watched this domineering scene and couldn't help but sigh.

"Teacher Lin, I have to say, your teaching results are immediate. From now on, Class F won't have to line up at the cafeteria anymore. This aura comes with a built-in VIP lane effect."

Lin Qingxue elegantly took a sip of red wine and rolled her eyes at him.

"I taught them how to display an aura on stage. Who told them to use it to snatch food? Isn't it because you set such a good example? Something about 'nothing should be betrayed except for food and love'..."

"What?" Su Zhe stuffed a piece of cut beef into his mouth. "Was I wrong? Look at this steak. Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, and full of juices. If you miss this, it's not only disrespectful to your stomach, but also disrespectful to this cow."

Lin Qingxue couldn't be bothered with his twisted logic.

She looked at the group of Class F students not far away, who were eating fiercely but still maintaining an upright posture, and a hint of a smile flashed in her eyes.

"However, at least they don't look like a bunch of headless flies now. Even when snatching food, they've snatched up a bit of a queen's demeanor."

Su Zhe nodded in agreement.

Then, he quietly took a plastic bag out of his pocket.

While no one was paying attention, he skillfully packed the remaining half of the steak on his plate, as well as several dinner rolls from the table, into it.

Lin Qingxue: "..."

Her knife and fork stopped in mid-air.

"Is it really necessary to eat and take away?"

Su Zhe tied the bag while speaking righteously: "You don't understand. This is for a late-night snack. Besides, I earned this benefit through my own ability. The production team said they provide food and housing. They didn't say I couldn't pack leftovers. Waste is shameful."

As he spoke, he also casually took the untouched fruit platter in front of Lin Qingxue. "You're not eating this, right? Then I'll help you digest it."

Lin Qingxue took a deep breath, resisted the urge to splash the red wine on his face, and shook her head. "Su Zhe, sometimes I really suspect, were you a Pixiu in your past life?"

"Only taking in and not letting out?"

Su Zhe chuckled and stuffed the plastic bag into his shirt.

"Pixiu are great. They bring wealth and treasure. Why don't you consider raising a Pixiu to guard the house, Teacher Lin?"

Lin Qingxue looked at his punchable yet handsome face.

Her cheeks felt slightly hot.

"In your dreams, I'm afraid you'd empty out my house."

Just as the two were flirting and having a friendly exchange, the cafeteria broadcast suddenly rang out.

"Attention all students. Attention all students. After finishing dinner, please immediately proceed to the performance hall to assemble. We will be announcing the first round of performance tasks. Repeating once..."

Hearing the broadcast, the Class F students, who were still snatching food, instantly stopped.

Zhao Xiaoxiao still had half a piece of steak in her mouth, but her eyes instantly became sharp.

"A performance? Is it finally coming?"

Su Zhe also wiped his mouth and stood up.

He glanced at Lin Qingxue beside him.

"Let's go, Teacher Lin. It's time to see what kind of trap the production team has dug for us this time. But it doesn't matter."

Su Zhe patted his bulging chest and laughed: "Anyway, we have plenty of provisions. If soldiers come, we block; if water comes, we cover."

Lin Qingxue looked at his nouveau riche appearance and shook her head helplessly.

But the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled up.

Being with this guy, although mentally exhausting, it actually... seemed quite interesting.

At least, she would never go hungry.

...

In the performance hall, 101 girls gathered again.

After a few days of "special training," the styles of the four classes had completely diverged.

Class A remained sweet; just standing there, they were a beautiful sight.

Class B remained loud; even when whispering, it sounded like they were holding a meeting.

Class C remained cool, wearing sunglasses and ignoring everyone.

And Class F... all in black suits and high heels, standing in the corner, exuding a terrifying aura of "strangers keep out, pay your debts."

Within a three-meter radius, a vacuum zone had actually formed.

The head director stood on stage, watching this scene, his eyelids twitching.

He cleared his throat.

"Ahem. Now, announcing the first round of performance tasks. This performance will be a group battle competition. The theme is—"

The big screen suddenly lit up.

Two large characters appeared in front of everyone: [Reversal].

"Reversal?"

"What does that mean?"

There was a buzz of discussion off-stage.

The director smiled and explained: "Very simple. Break your original styles and challenge the areas you are least good at. For example, the sweet ones go sing rock. The cool ones go dance ballet. And for Class F..."

The director glanced at Su Zhe and revealed a meaningful smile.

"I heard you've been taking the 'hardcore special forces' route lately? Then your task is to perform a gentle, ancient-style, ethereal song. Designated track: 'blue and white porcelain'."

Boom!

The whole room was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at the group of "female assassins" in Class F, wearing black suits and looking murderous.

Having this group of people who could smash bricks with their bare hands and stomp floors with their high heels... sing 'blue and white porcelain'? And it has to be gentle? Ethereal?

This isn't a reversal.

This is clearly asking Zhang Fei to do embroidery!

Zhao Xiaoxiao's face instantly collapsed.

She looked down at the sky-high heels on her feet, then pinched the biceps she had just developed.

This... how could she be ethereal like this?

"It's over. This is really going to turn into a 'porcelain shattering scene'."

Only Su Zhe, after hearing this task, not only didn't panic, but his eyes lit up.

"blue and white porcelain? Ancient style?"

He rubbed his chin and muttered: "Who says ancient style can only be soft and weak? Who says 'blue and white porcelain' can't be hardcore? Chinese Kung Fu is also a kind of ancient style. It seems... it's time to take out that instrument I've been saving."

Beside him, Lin Qingxue saw this smile and her heart skipped a beat.

An extremely ominous premonition arose.

"Su Zhe. What are you planning again? Don't tell me you want them to smash boulders on their chests?"