novelden Chapter 541 I am Xiao Qiao, we meet again.
Chapter 541 I am Xiao Qiao, we meet again.
Su Wan clapped her hands, her voice clear and bright:
"Alright, now it's time for a pleasant breakfast. Everyone, please proceed to the cafeteria in an orderly fashion and collect your meals."
The group filed into the cafeteria.
Lin Feng walked straight to the S-level window.
Behind the window stood a female chef, who looked to be in her early thirties. She had delicate features, fair skin, a neatly tied apron, and her hair was tucked into her chef's hat without a single strand out of place.
Good heavens, is this going to add another beautiful sight to the already delicious meal?
She glanced at the emerald green leaf pendant Lin Feng wore on his left chest and nodded slightly.
"Please wait a moment, it's being made to order."
She turned around and took out a piece of salmon belly that was cut into even slices from the refrigerator.
Preheat the griddle, slide in the butter, and the melted butter makes a soft sizzling sound on the griddle...
Today's Grade A set meal consists of a teriyaki chicken leg rice bowl, served with a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, and a small dish of cucumber salad.
The portion wasn't large, but it was clean, neat, and nutritious.
The selection at the B-level window remains primarily staple foods: fried rice, fried noodles, dumplings, and steamed buns.
But today there's one more option than yesterday—a bucket of seaweed and egg drop soup. Although it's so thin you can see your reflection in it, at least it's hot.
The food at the C-level window was the same as yesterday's—leftovers from the previous day.
The food in the D-level window was still rotten and moldy.
The female chef carefully prepared a sumptuous breakfast, arranging each item neatly on a plate:
The pan-fried salmon belly, glistening and caramelized, is arranged on a hot plate with distinct muscle fibers. It is served with a soft-boiled egg, golden and crunchy potato chunks, and accompanied by refreshing boiled asparagus, cherry tomatoes, and pickles. A few slices of whole wheat bread are stacked on the side.
A glass of rich, freshly squeezed orange juice was provided as a beverage.
Lin Feng thanked the chef in a low voice, picked up the tray, went to Vassim's table, and sat down.
"Due to the rules, I won't share with you," he said with a smile, then calmly began to eat.
Wasim joked, "Next time you might as well sit at a table by yourself."
Evelyn laughed and replied, "It's okay, we'll try to get an S grade this morning, so he can taste what it's like to be a sour grapes."
Lin Feng ate while casually teasing, "Don't worry, you're guaranteed an S grade for this breast cancer nurse assignment. As for Vassim and me, we'll be lucky to get a C grade."
Wasim instantly wailed:
"You're a legitimate 'Friend of Women' now, and you still want a C grade? Dream on! You're guaranteed at least an A grade."
"Sigh, I'm afraid I'll have to eat spoiled food for lunch!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Marcus from the neighboring table, Australia, suddenly reached out and tugged at Wasim:
"Wahim, look, the words on the wall."
Wasim glanced over and saw that a line of words had appeared on the white wall sometime during the night—
The real danger isn't on the wall, but in...
Following that was a line of extremely small text, so small that it was impossible to distinguish with normal vision.
Lin Feng glanced at it only once before turning his gaze away expressionlessly.
[Cafe Rule 4: Faces and writing may occasionally appear on the white walls and ceiling of the cafeteria; this is normal.]
Do not stare at the wall for extended periods, and do not touch the wall surface.
"It's cafeteria rule 4 that's been triggered," Lin Feng said, continuing to eat with his head down. "Just follow the rules. Don't stare for too long, and don't touch anything."
Marcus frowned.
"What if..." he lowered his voice, his tone carrying a stubborn seriousness, "What if that line of small print contains some kind of passcode?"
Lin Feng shrugged and didn't reply.
The meaning is already clear: if you want to go see it, no one will stop you.
Marcus watched his reaction, his lips pressed into a thin line.
When he was in Australia, he was a mine demolition expert.
The iron ore deposits in the Pilbara region of Western Australia are so dense with red soil that if even a single gram of explosive is used incorrectly, the ore will be pulverized.
He worked there for twelve years without ever having an accident.
It wasn't based on any textbook theories, it was just intuition.
The sudden chill that rushed up the back of his neck before he pressed the detonator saved his life at least three times.
Lin Feng is very strong; he has cleared five dungeons, and he acknowledges that.
But the more someone wins consistently, the more likely they are to lose; he had seen this principle many times in the mines.
A veteran demolition expert thought he could do it with his eyes closed, but what happened?
He personally collected two bodies that had been blown to pieces.
So this time, he's betting on his intuition.
The small print on the wall is most likely the information for clearing the game.
The more the rules tell you not to do something, the more you should do it; that's the unspoken rule of ghost stories.
Fortune favors the bold; when the time is right, you have to take the risk.
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and jumped up from his seat.
"I'll just take a look," he whispered to himself, "just a quick look."
It was as if as long as he could see fast enough, the rules couldn't catch up with him.
He approached the wall, bent down slightly, and squinted.
Wasim shook his head and sighed softly, "Alas, those who don't heed the advice of their elders will suffer the consequences."
Marcus slowly moved closer, his nose less than ten centimeters from the wall.
The words finally transformed from a blurry gray shadow into clear strokes, the cold handwriting piercing the heart with every word—
Congratulations, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death.
Horror struck me like an ice pick crashing down on my head.
He wanted to turn around, to run away, to shout for help, but it was too late.
The wall moved.
The seemingly solid white wall suddenly rippled like water.
Countless slimy, grayish-white tentacles emerged from the depths of the wall, each no thicker than a pencil, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped around his neck, wrists, and waist.
Marcus opened his mouth to scream, but a tentacle slid precisely into his mouth, silencing him completely.
His body began to be pulled toward the wall, like a stone slowly sinking into a swamp.
His face was still visible on the wall for the last moment.
Those eyes were wide open, their pupils filled with terror, despair, and resentment—until they were completely swallowed by the gray-white.
The wall surface has been restored to its original smoothness.
The cafeteria was quiet, as if nothing had happened.
Only the line of text remained in its original place, with a small patch of dark red liquid slowly seeping deep into the wall at the end.
Lin Feng didn't look up from beginning to end.
He forked the last piece of salmon belly, savoring the aroma of the fish fat as he chewed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as he swallowed.
........................
Breakfast was finished, just past eight o'clock.
The group arrived at the VR teaching room.
As with yesterday's procedure, Lin Feng pinched the needle and gently pricked his right index finger, squeezing out a drop of blood to activate the device, and then put on the VR glasses.
His vision shifted instantly, and in the virtual consultation room, a woman stood quietly in the center of the room, smiling gently at him.
The white coat was open, revealing a light pink sundress underneath.
The delicate shoulder straps draped diagonally over her exquisite collarbones, highlighting her fair and radiant skin and breathtaking lines.
The short skirt is neat and fitted, paired with black stockings and purple stilettos, giving her a charming and alluring look.
Even though it's a virtual model, her appearance and figure are still top-tier beauties.
"Hello, I'm Xiao Qiao, nice to meet you again."
She smiled gently and spoke softly.
"For the next hour, I will teach you how to be a qualified breast nurse."