Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

A week passed, and Song Shutong had become accustomed to life in Yaoguang Palace.

It’s hard not to get used to it because it’s really freeing.

They gathered in the main hall at noon, and the shaman led them in reciting sacrificial texts. The young shaman who liked to be lazy suffered a disaster because of this.

I had originally prayed in my heart that no one except the witch would know that he was being lazy, but now that was no longer possible.

After sitting cross-legged on a cushion and reciting the sacrificial text for an hour, it is time to rest freely.

The dining hall opens at the hour of Si and you can start having breakfast.

In the leisurely holy mountain, food was the biggest blow to Song Shutong.

All of the dishes are vegetarian, without any meat or fish, and they are made into medicinal food with a lingering bitter taste.

Every time Song Shutong could only stuff himself with steamed buns and rice.

If you don’t eat enough at this time, you can only have dinner at the hour of You, and you will starve to death.

So every time Song Shutong saw Jianqing's shining eyes while eating, he would feel a subtle sense of superiority in his heart.

In fact, the reason why she became familiar with Jianqing was because of food.

She deliberately delayed her meal time in the cafeteria, pulled Chen Miaoyi's sleeve and sat in a suitable seat.

The boundary between Chu and Han is right in the middle, very empty.

The first time he went to the dining hall, Song Shutong almost vomited.

She wanted to leave immediately, but she had already ordered a small portion and she had to finish it.

She turned her head and glanced at Chen Miaoyi with a look of forbearance, but the food on the plate disappeared at the speed of light with extremely high efficiency.

In Song Shutong's shocked eyes, she said calmly, "It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one. If you keep nagging, it will only prolong the pain."

Song Shutong was convinced by these words. After eating half a plate, her complexion was greener than the vegetables on the plate.

When he was not so hungry anymore, every chewing felt like torture for Song Shutong, who did not like hardship.

Jian Qing, who was sitting opposite Song Shutong, felt curious when he saw Song Shutong's expression.

For someone like him who still couldn't eat enough even after ordering a large portion, Song Shutong's behavior was really strange.

He ignored Gu Ze's hold on his hand and sat down next to Song Shutong. His little face, like a meat bun, looked easy to deceive.

"Don't you like food?"

Song Shutong turned sideways and looked at this strange man.

The resentment emitted by a foodie who can't eat well is enough to shake the whole world, but the expression in front of him was so bright that Song Shutong sighed and still spoke in a good-tempered manner.

“I used to like it.”

Jian Qing continued to ask: "Why don't you like it now?"

Gu Ze was like a sheepdog who couldn't hold the lamb to run wild, and could only sit beside him and smile awkwardly.

Song Shutong finally couldn't help but rolled his eyes: "Because it doesn't taste good."

Jianqing wanted to ask why he thought it tasted bad, but Guze finally took action and covered his mouth.

After doing this series of actions, he apologized to Song Shutong with a red face.

"Song Shenshi, I'm sorry, he was a little impulsive."

Song Shutong put down her chopsticks. The food didn't taste good, but she was happy to be interrupted.

"It's okay. I won't argue with a child."

After hearing what Song Shutong said, Jian Qing immediately excitedly pulled Gu Ze's hand away.

"Then can you give me what you can't finish? I don't have enough!"

After hearing what Jian Qing said, Gu Ze almost fainted. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Song Shutong's expression.

How could Jianqing, this idiot, say such things to offend Song Shenshi?

Just when Gu Ze was frantically thinking about how to apologize again in his mind, he heard Song Shutong's calm and casual reply.

"No problem, but I've already eaten today's. If you really want, I'll give you half tomorrow."

After saying this, Song Shutong also touched Jianqing's head.

The child looked only seven or eight years old, and he couldn’t finish it himself anyway, so he just gave it to him.

It's obvious that this person has never eaten anything delicious.

However, it is true.

On the sacred mountain, except for those of them who were chosen as the servants of the gods, all the others were brought to the mountain while still in their infancy because of their outstanding talents.

Good people are rewarded, and this half meal brought her a gossipy and know-it-all friend.

Later, when the four of them were having dinner together, Song Shutong asked Jianqing: "You obviously can't eat enough, why can't you play more?"

Speaking of this, Jian Qing's desire to confide was like a surging river.

“The things down the mountain have foul smells, and eating them will affect your cultivation.

Most of the food on the Holy Mountain comes from the vegetable gardens managed by the priests. You will also be working in the vegetable gardens in three months.

Apart from the garden and the foraging we also do, there isn’t a lot of food left over.”

Having said that, he also explained to Song Shutong the mystery of why some people have meat to eat.

"If you want to eat meat, it's not prohibited in the mountains, but the premise is that you can hunt prey.

Bring the prey to the dining hall, and someone on duty will take care of it."

At this point, he was quite indignant: "When I become stronger in the future, I will definitely eat meat every meal."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Song Shutong couldn't help but touch his head.

After breakfast, you can move freely until the class starts at 3:00 p.m.

This is the most tiring time, there is not even a second of rest in an hour.

And you can rest at the Shen time.

But according to Jianqing, after March, the Shen time is the time for the gods' servants to work, while they still have to continue learning other things.

When Song Shutong thought about having to work after class, he felt a dark sensation before his eyes.

After having dinner at the hour of You, you can rest, practice, or have fun.

After the evening sacrifice at the hour of Xu, it is time for dinner, and the day ends there.

After a tiring day, Song Shutong thought he had fully understood the situation in the Yaoguang Palace.

After preparing dinner and throwing it to Jianqing, he said that he wanted to go back and rest and slipped out early.

Walking on the wooden corridor, watching the number of people around him decrease, Song Shutong ran into the woods without looking back.

Damn it, even if she would be punished tomorrow, she would not endure this life of eating bitter vegetable leaves every day.

Finding a dense bush, Song Shutong put down a mat and hid inside.

When the body is not in pain, the perception of the healing power will be much weaker. By the time Song Shutong discovered that the power was getting stronger, it was too late to move.

She could only hide herself and pray that she would not be discovered. After all, she had no bell to reveal her location.

At worst she could just hide the things when the bell rang, and if he asked her she would say she was looking at the moon here.

Thinking of this, she looked up at the sky, and indeed, the moon was very bright.

At this moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar clear voice came from above her head.

"You can always see the moon at any time on Mount Tsukimi. Your reason is a good one."

Song Shutong was so frightened by the sudden appearance of this person that he almost couldn't breathe. His hands shook so much that he almost dropped the meat on the ground.

The sound of the bell, which had just been hidden, reappeared in the wind.

And the butcher that almost fell to the ground appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye.