Chapter 1106 - The 8th Monday
Chapter 1106 of "High School of Demon Hunting" reveals: Chapter 1106: Chapter 168: The 8th MondayZheng Qingâs awful little story, although it ruined Fat... Keep reading!
Chapter 1106: Chapter 168: The 8th MondayZheng Qingâs awful little story, although it ruined Fat Manâs mood to enjoy his soup, did not completely suppress his appetite. Instead, it gave him an excuse to get a second helping and add more dishes.
After just one trip to the serving window, Fat Man returned to the table with several tasty dishes in tow.
This time, however, he swapped his soup for the same corn chowder as Zheng Qingâa very cautious move. At least, Zheng Qing wouldnât risk nauseating himself with another little story.
After sitting back down at the table, Fat Man glanced at the public-fee student slurping away, snorted coldly, then suddenly stirred his spoon in the small cup of yogurt he had just purchased, scooped up a spoonful of the slightly white, thick yogurt, and poured it into the turtle soup he had earlier pushed aside.
The white yogurt looked like an unsightly blemish, clinging to the somewhat clear surface of the turtle soup.
"This makes quite the statement, doesnât it?" Fat Man chuckled maliciously.
This time, it was Zheng Qing who couldnât stomach his meal.
"Just to disgust me, you wasted a cup of yogurt?" The young public-fee student widened his eyes, his tone somewhat incredulous.
"No, this isnât a waste; itâs a necessary sacrifice," Xin Fat Man shook his stubby fingers with righteous indignation, "In the war of food, there are no winners, only losers. But in the war of food, I cannot afford to lose."
Such overly dramatic words coming from Fat Man seemed surprisingly fitting to Zheng Qing.
This made him seriously wonder if there was something wrong with his own mindset.
"You two are adults now, canât you act a bit more maturely!" Seeing them at the verge of another argument, Doctor Xiao, who could no longer bear it, finally let out a low roar, "Donât behave like elementary school children!"
Zheng Qing and Xin Fat Man finally quieted down a bit.
A warlock with a ponytail and a slightly yellow complexion hurried into the cafeteria, clutching a paper bag as he rushed through the dining hall. The cold draft he brought in as he entered caused complaints from several tables near the door.
The warlock quickly turned around to continuously bow in apology, though his pace didnât slow down as he made a beeline for the window serving pastries.
"Thatâs Nicolas, right?" Zhang Season Letterâs eyes were sharpest and he was the first to notice the minor commotion at the entrance of the dining area, raising his eyebrows curiously, "Whatâs with his hurry? Whatâs he up to?"
Xin Fat Man had just stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, and upon hearing this, turned his head to look in Nicolasâs direction.
"Oh, him." Fat Man struggled to swallow the bun in his mouth, his lips greasy, as his chopsticks picked up his next victim, all the while muttering, "Heard he landed a good part-time job, been really busy with it lately."
"Part-time job?" Xiao Xiaoâs ears perked up.
Zheng Qing also developed an interest in the matter, instantly forgetting the squabble he had with the fat man just a few seconds earlier: "Are there really suitable part-time jobs for us now? Isnât there an excess of labor on the island recently... Even our little shop occasionally has people asking if we need temporary workers."
Last yearâs Silent Tide returned early, resulting in a large number of magical creature tribes that should have ventured deep into the forest remaining near the school, providing Beta Townâs merchants, Alchemy Workshops, and the like with an abundance of cheap labor. This significantly reduced the part-time job opportunities for those young wizards at the First University who were high and mighty but inexperienced.
Zheng Qing had heard from Jiang Yu that the student council was already considering providing public welfare positions to help some young wizards from financially challenged families get through tough times, preventing them from affecting their studies due to the inability to afford experimental materials.
"Where thereâs conflict, thereâs a market, and where thereâs a market, thereâs demand." Xin Fat Man balanced his chopsticks holding a bun, fighting the urge to stuff it into his mouth instantly, patiently chatting to his companions: "Whatâs the most visible conflict at First University right now? The strife between Alpha and Jiuyou."
"So what? What market could that possibly create?" Zhang Ji Xin, as always too lazy to think, said: "Are there any clubs that need to hire muscle? Iâve never heard of such news."
"Stupid." Xin Fat Man chuckled coldly: "Under the schoolâs rules, few dare to engage in blatant fighting. Most conflicts occur outside of physical confrontations. For instance, public opinion, public opinion, and more public opinion."
"What does this have to do with part-time jobs?" Red-faced Male Wizard squished the bread in his hand but still patiently inquired.
"Doesnât a speech need an audience, need plants? Donât flyers need temporary workers? Do you think the people among those cheering, shouting, and demonstrating, how many of them are there for ideals and belief?"
"So youâre saying," Zheng Qing concluded: "Nicholas found a job distributing flyers, right?"
Xin Fat Man hesitated for once, pausing for a moment before murmuring softly: "I heard he also accepted a paid interview with the Beta Town Post... because the Beta Town Post offers a generous lubrication fee."
"Stupid," Xiao Xiao repeated the word Fat Man had used earlier.
Zheng Qing nodded, watching Nicholasâs hurried departure, a trace of concern appearing on his face: "Should we warn him? Everyone knows what kind of integrity the Beta Town Post has... and it also has that background."
That "side" naturally referred to Alpha Academy as opposed to Jiuyou. Although the Beta Town Post claims to be objective and neutral, most of its members hail from Alpha Academy, inherently colored by Alphaâs bias. Plus, the newspaper is located just outside Alpha Fortress in Beta Town, one could say it was also enshrouded in Alphaâs influence postnatally.
Zheng Qing had once been interviewed by this newspaper, naively believing he would be commended by the academy for it. However, when the report was published, his interview was twisted and pieced together, turning into an article that vehemently criticized Jiuyouâs teaching philosophy. This had caused him to be in a very awkward position at the academy for some time.
"It is precisely because everyone knows, so I think he must be prepared for the interview," Xin Fat Man disagreed somewhat with Zheng Qingâs suggestion: "After all, he is a local from Beta Town and has been in the school for more than two years; he shouldnât be unaware of the true nature of that newspaper... Since he agreed to the interview, he should be prepared. Thatâs also why I didnât stop him when I first heard the news."
Fat Manâs analysis made sense.
The dining table fell into an unusual silence, leaving only the low noise of everyoneâs chewing and sipping.
Not far away, Nicolas had already bought his lunch, clutching the greasy paper bag as he headed back outside the cafeteria. His steps were as hurried as ever, but his face seemed much brighter than before.
Zheng Qing squinted, watching as Nicholasâs figure receded into the distance, and finally heaved a sigh: "Anyway... no matter what, we ourselves mustnât carelessly accept interviews from those messy media. As the leader of the Absolution Hunting Team, I ask everyone to be cautious and prudent in their words and actions, especially during sensitive times like these. As long as we donât cause trouble or create problems for Jiuyou, nothing could be better."