Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

During lunch break, Qin Mo followed the group to the cafeteria.

The translucent aluminum tables in the cafeteria are filled with well-divided meals, and each area has a table representing the grade and class on it.

Qin Mo followed closely behind the puppet classmate and sat next to him.

His clear eyes were fixed on the delicious food on the table at chest level.

The food on the plate was either strange or some home-cooked stir-fried dishes.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded potatoes with green peppers and a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.

White rice took up almost half of the plate.

Quite hearty.

This should be because children at this age are in a critical period of growth, and their appetite increases rapidly.

The aroma of food lingered in his nose, and Qin Mo's eyes lit up.

The food that I usually don’t think is so special now smells particularly tempting.

The dark eyes were long and Qin Mo's blinking frequency gradually slowed down.

I couldn't help but think back to when was the last time I saw a meal like this.

The aroma of the food gradually invaded Qin Mo's sensory world.

Qin Mo's throat moved slightly instinctively. He felt that the last time he had a hot meal was more than half a month ago.

In the quiet cafeteria, one or two exaggerated swallowing sounds could be heard occasionally.

The unfamiliar environment and the threat of death did not deter them, but they were unexpectedly defeated by an ordinary meal.

Qin Mo smiled bitterly.

It seems that not only him, but others also miss the steaming and fragrant meals.

In front of Qin Mo, the puppet classmate had already started.

It is easy to see people who are not eating with chopsticks in a restaurant.

After a while, Qin Mo's black eyelashes moved slightly. He picked up the chopsticks politely and put the food into his mouth slowly.

The actual stainless steel chopstick tip has nothing on it except for a little bit of oily reflection.

In fact, everything Qin Mo saw was the condensed form of the power of Yongri's domain.

These foods are no exception.

Qin Mo also knew that this was not real food, so he did not actually eat it.

Because he cannot guarantee that he will not suffer unknown effects after eating these foods.

Not everyone knows.

Some people in the cafeteria had already succumbed to the food, gave up resistance and started eating with relish.

Of course, there are still people who persevere and endure hunger.

A few minutes passed, and the food on Qin Mo's plate did not shrink at all.

The hunger at this moment was more tormenting than ever before.

Qin Mo had food but there were too many people around and it was not the best time to take out the food.

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and chose to leave early.

Suddenly, Qin Mo heard a faint voice coming from behind him.

[Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work]

[Students, wasting food is a bad behavior]

[This is what bad kids do]

The voice was faint, like the sound of the abyss with a bone-chilling chill.

You have to know that once you are labeled as a bad kid, only death will await him.

After just a few words, the person who was about to leave was frightened and quickly sat back in his seat.

He picked up the chopsticks in a hurry and quickly scooped a few mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

It means that he has no intention of wasting food.

Before swallowing the rough meal, the man quickly turned around and looked at the life teacher with a dim light in his eyes.

His cheeks tightened into a flattering smile, and a look of helplessness flickered in his eyes.

The female teacher wore a red armband on her right arm with the word "life" printed on it.

They are their life teachers.

The life teacher gave him a cold look and retreated back into the darkness.

The chopsticks in Qin Mo's hand froze for a second as they flew through the air, before landing steadily on the rice.

With the enhanced vision, he roamed around and easily spotted the life teacher who had blended into the shadows.

The man was obviously relieved and started coughing softly.

A large amount of food blocked his throat, causing itching and making him feel uncomfortable.

The life teacher's presence was obviously to make Qin Mo and the others eat the food on their plates.

The existence of these rules can often reveal a lot of things.

For example: The enemy of my enemy is not necessarily my friend.

But the food identified by the enemy must be problematic.

This food must not be eaten!

The current situation is that someone is guarding the food and it must be eaten.

Qin Mo's eyes fell on the puppet classmate who was eating opposite him.

He raised his hand and tentatively picked up a piece of shredded green pepper and potato and gave it to the puppet classmate. The life teacher in the shadows didn't even give Qin Mo a glance.

It seems feasible.

The chopsticks in Qin Mo's hand moved quickly, and the food on the plate was getting smaller and smaller.

Eat more, eat more.

Children of your age should supplement more carbohydrate energy.

Finally, Qin Mo poured the untouched seaweed egg drop soup into the puppet classmate's bowl, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

saved!

After putting the tableware in place, Qin Mo kept making false moves to enter under the cover of the wide sleeves of his school uniform.

Qin Mo lowered his head slightly and just missed the sudden light from the puppet classmate.

A look of resignation and helplessness flashed across those black pupils.

The puppet student mechanically put the food into his mouth one chopstick at a time, and then picked up a full bowl of soup and sipped it madly.

I don’t know if it’s because he feels guilty.

Qin Mo read a trace of resentment on the expressionless face of the puppet classmate.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

After finally solving the problem of eating, panic sounds began to be heard from a corner of the cafeteria.

Qin Mo turned his gaze away.

I saw a man holding his throat and screaming in pain, with fresh food constantly coming out of his mouth.

The life teacher flashed from the shadows and stood beside him.

[Unqualified tableware recycling, food waste]

Bad kids should be punished

This person's luck is not as good as the previous one.

The life teacher's cold and cruel words had just fallen.

Immediately, fresh food stopped coming out of the person's mouth, his face turned from white to red and then to blue, and blood oozed from his facial features.

When Shengxi Miejue fell down, a few vague echoes were faintly heard around him.

It seems like it’s saying it’s my fault, it’s all my fault... I’m a bad kid.

His eyes widened and refused to close as he stared at the scattered plates at hand.

The silver dinner plate glowed a cold white light under the incandescent light.

The person who suddenly saw this scene and was about to leave quickly steadied himself and sat back down.

Qin Mo looked serious.

The man who fell down could definitely not be said to have wasted food, as his plate was eaten clean with only a little grease left.

This level of food is actually considered a waste by the life teacher. What is the standard of cleanliness?

Apart from the obvious rule of not wasting food, are there any hidden rules in the cafeteria?

Suddenly, when Qin Mo withdrew his gaze, he noticed a piece of clothing passing through the gap of the restaurant door.

Someone is out!

How did you do it?

The corner of clothes that flashed by was replaced by a pair of dark eyes in the blink of an eye.

Qin Mo's eyes met the other person's gaze in the air, and a face that Qin Mo felt familiar was revealed through the half-open door.

Song Si!

Qin Mo's eyes became fierce.

The other party was able to escape from Shi Demei's hands alive and appear outside alone.

It turned out that Shi Demei's misconduct was related to him.

Song Si was not afraid at all that Qin Mo had discovered him. Instead, he gave Qin Mo a strange smile in provocation.