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"Now we have evidence." Amamiya Natsuki pointed to the table, "This is the food you wasted."
"You're slandering me! You're the one who spilled the food!"
The Ghost Girl couldn't help but retort.
"Please don't joke." Amamiya Natsuki said earnestly, "We are just pitiful, weak, and helpless humans; how would we dare to overturn your meal tray? Who do you think the Chef will believe?"
"Shameless!!"
The Female Ghost with pitch-black eyes trembled with anger, tears almost falling.
What's wrong with this world?
Failing to extort hush money, and then directly framing someone; this boy is even scarier than a ghost!
Human anger only lasts three seconds; if it doesn't erupt within three seconds, they won't go berserk.
Ghosts must be the same.
Although this Ghost Girl was trembling with anger, she didn't go berserk, clearly having cowered.
Since that's the case...
"First, let go of my friends."
Amamiya Natsuki pried open the Ghost Girl's pale, icy fingers, pulled Shinomiya Kaguya and Fujiwara Chika behind him, then extended his right hand: "Hush money, pay up."
...
The Ghost Girl clenched her hands into fists, black aura overflowing from her body like an erupting volcano. After trembling for a while, she finally swallowed her anger and took out the hush money.
"She looks like she's about to cry." Fujiwara Chika whispered, "Are we being a bit too much?"
"Indeed, it's too much." Amamiya Natsuki's voice was faint, and he rolled up his sleeves, "Only giving one dollar for hush money, looking down on me, we can't just let this go."
"No." Fujiwara Chika quickly hugged the Amamiya boy's arm, pulling him away, "Let's go quickly."
...
The Cafeteria was not full.
Aside from a few unlucky players, there were also more than a dozen ghost students from the Campus. Amamiya Natsuki quickly discovered that these ghost students were truly poor.
Some guys only had one coin, and the wealthy ones had no more than three or four, truly heartbreaking to see and hear.
"That's enough."
The three quickly met at the food pickup window.
"Not much time left." Amamiya Natsuki said, "Complete the meal task as soon as possible."
Shinomiya Kaguya's expression was serene and composed, her tone steady: "Ten minutes left."
"Eh, Amamiya-kun, what do you want to eat?"
Fujiwara Chika asked curiously.
"To be honest, I don't want to eat any of them." Amamiya Natsuki picked up a bone coin, tossed it into the air, and then caught it with a slap, "Heads up... I'll have the borscht."
"Wait, both sides of these coins are identical." Fujiwara Chika couldn't help but say, "There's no heads or tails, right?"
"Watson, you've found the blind spot."
"I'm not Watson, please call me Sherlock Holmes."
...
Amamiya Natsuki calmly handed over a coin: "Chef, please give me a serving of borscht."
"Please wait."
Butcher took the coin and soon handed over a bowl of borscht with unknown ingredients, black mist floating on its surface, occasionally coalescing into black skulls.
"Chef." Fujiwara Chika raised her right hand, her voice clear, "I'd like a serving of borscht too. When I was in elementary school, I had a cold one winter and kept coughing. My mom brewed me some medicine, and it looked quite similar to the borscht in front of me."
Hey, medicine is indeed hard to drink, but it doesn't have strange skulls floating in it!
Money for goods.
Butcher only recognized coins and completely disregarded the trio's human identities, quickly handing over a serving of borscht.
"Kaguya-chan, what are you eating?" Fujiwara Chika asked.
"I..."
Shinomiya Kaguya moved her pink lips, a rare hint of hesitation on her face. To be honest, both dishes looked super terrible; even the guard dogs raised by Shinomiya wouldn't eat them.
But there was no choice.
"I'll have a serving of borscht." Shinomiya Kaguya gently took a breath, maintaining her cool and composed expression.
At least she could learn from Fujiwara and drink it all in one gulp with her eyes closed.
Meal pickup complete.
The three walked to a corner and sat down.
"I'm going to eat."
Fujiwara Chika clasped her hands together, softly exclaimed, a bitter expression on her face: "This morning, I ate tamagoyaki and omurice, drank two cups of milk, and then secretly ate a bag of Baumkuchen. Now I'm eating again, will I get fat?"
You're worried about getting fat; your thought process is indeed different from ordinary people!
"Don't worry." Shinomiya Kaguya looked over coldly, "It's not even as much as the snacks you usually sneak during class. Even if it turns into fat, it will only grow on your chest."
Fujiwara Chika clutched her chest, her tone distressed: "Then I hope it grows on my arms and thighs. My chest is too heavy; now it's even inconvenient to squat down and tie my shoelaces."
Crack.
Shinomiya Kaguya almost crushed the chopsticks in her hand.
Amamiya Natsuki ignored their whispers and looked down at the borscht in front of him. After staring for a few seconds, a line of text slowly appeared.
[Borscht with unknown ingredients, no toxic side effects, safe to eat, replenishes stamina. Inhaling too much smoke will cause hallucinations; please maintain a clear mind when drinking.]
"It can indeed be eaten."
Amamiya Natsuki felt relieved.
Those unlucky players had already received their food, some had even eaten most of it, and they looked lively, showing no signs of sudden death. Now completely at ease, Amamiya Natsuki picked up the bowl and gently took a sip of the borscht.
It was bland, like plain water.
Even though mist was floating, he couldn't feel any warmth.
"If only it could be a little spicier, a little hotter..."
Amamiya Natsuki unconsciously thought to himself.
"Hmm?"
When he took the second sip, Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
This bowl of borscht suddenly gained spiciness and warmth.
What's going on?
Amamiya Natsuki quickly realized that this must be the so-called 'hallucination' he had just seen.
Essentially, it was still an ordinary bowl of borscht, but it would produce hallucinations based on one's thoughts. No wonder everyone in the Cafeteria, whether ghost students or unlucky players, looked as if they were eating bitter gourds, unable to express their suffering. If they thought the borscht was hard to drink, then it would become increasingly difficult to drink.
"So bitter, it's killing me!"
Fujiwara Chika's voice rang in his ears.
Amamiya Natsuki looked up and saw the pink-haired girl sticking out her pink tongue, fanning her face with her right hand.
"You drank it all in one go?" Amamiya Natsuki was shocked.
"Mom used to say that traditional medicine should be drunk all at once." Fujiwara Chika raised her chin at his words, "Drinking it in small sips only makes it harder to drink, so I held my nose and drank it all at once."
She actually managed to find the correct solution; a clumsy person who can grow this big indeed has higher luck than average.
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly noticed that Shinomiya Kaguya was very off.
The cold, long-haired black-haired girl was biting her lower lip with her pearly teeth, not saying a word, her right hand stiffly held in mid-air, her burgundy eyes misty, clearly showing glistening dewdrops swirling within, as if they were about to fall at any moment.
"So scary, so scary, so scary, so scary…"
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