I'm cooking in the interstellar

Chapter 20 Exclusive privileges

Early the next morning, although the classes were scheduled for the last two periods in the morning, Fang Qingnuan had made an appointment to meet with the head teacher of class (1), so she still hurried out the door.

Thanks to her new college life, her originally disordered routine became more regular.

She took a nap on the floating bus as usual, and after she woke up, she half-emptyly thought about the problems she couldn't solve last night. She couldn't find the token, nor Mr. De'an, nor could she contact the unknown number.

Do you want to continue to stand still?Will there be any danger?
She even suspected that the author's unexplored cannon fodder identity was rationalized by the plot in this novel, and her absurd death was most likely not a manslaughter.

So, before going to bed last night, she said a lot of incomprehensible things to Zhaocai, and even choked with sobs, she asked the kitten if he wanted to be with her. If he wanted to spend the rest of his life in peace, she would help him find a competent job. The new shit shoveling officer...

In the end, this unilateral "negotiation" that she went crazy ended in vain after Zhaocai used his paw to plug her chattering mouth, then gently jumped to her side, posing in a sleeping position to signal her to turn off the lights and sleep. .

Alas, it would be great if there was a way to find a powerful person to help her find out the identity of the mysterious man. She could pretend to have amnesia or something and get some useful information from the other party, or directly ask to stop the mission and let him Let's talk about it after she settles down.

Maybe the opportunity lies with the new students in class (2), aren't they a bunch of rich second generations who are ignorant and ignorant?Generally, people like this are good at doing other things besides studying.

While her thoughts were racing, she had already walked to the door of the first-grade college office. The door was open. She took a look and saw that (1) the class teacher, Mr. Dave, had arrived and was burying his head in his desk. What's going on there?

There are only two classes in total, so there are four or five teachers in one office in other colleges, which you cannot see in the School of Nutritional Sciences.This standard-sized room is only used by Dave and the head teacher of class (2). The space other than the desk is not idle. The two show their otaku nature and have placed two game consoles. When they have nothing to do, they are probably on duty. Can lie in it all day.

After knocking on the door twice, Fang Qingnuan said, "Excuse me, can you come in?"

Dave raised his head, there was a circle of oil around his mouth, and he didn't know what he was eating.He didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with his demeanor, and waved to Fang Qingnuan to come in.

Walking to Dave, Fang Qingnuan sensitively smelled the smell of some food, and it should be stir-fry?She looked suspiciously at Dave's table, and sure enough, she saw a half-eaten lunch box. Inside was green vegetables that had been stir-fried until they turned a little black. There were some black lumps dotted on top, and mashed potatoes on the other side. It's mushy. Judging from the color, it should be mashed sweet potatoes mixed with mashed potatoes.

Why is it so familiar?
Isn't this the dish she taught during yesterday's live broadcast! ?
Dave took a glass of water and put it in front of Fang Qingnuan, noticed her gaze, and said embarrassedly: "My wife learned this from a food anchor, and she insisted that I bring the 'Wife Bento' to school to eat, hehe .”

After sitting back and looking at the unfinished breakfast with some reluctance, Dave closed the lid, turned on the heat preservation function, and put the lunch box aside.He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, cleared his throat before speaking slowly: "Student Fang, what do you want to talk about during today's appointment?"

The class teacher forcibly fed her a handful of dog food. She felt that this person was most likely the one who showed affection to his wife on the public screen yesterday [I really didn’t eat it secretly]. Fang Qingnuan forced herself to calm down. In order not to expose more flaws, she End this conversation as soon as possible.

At present, she does not want to reveal her identity. After all, she plans to show more cooking skills in the live broadcast room that will subvert the perception of interstellar people.Wearing a vest is always safer, and it can also become a source of income for her after she leaves the "espionage organization".

"Well, it's actually about the issue of class placement after I change my major." She said seriously, "Teacher, according to the normal process, shouldn't I be in class (2) and ranked at the bottom?" "Huh?" Dai My husband took a sip of water and almost choked after listening to her words. He stroked his chest to calm down and asked strangely, "Isn't it the S-level special care you applied for? It's a pity, but the academy originally planned to let you You go to Class (2), but the school sent a notice saying that you entrusted Dean Mandela of the School of Spiritual Healing to obtain exclusive preferential treatment for S-level students on your behalf..."

Listening to Teacher Dave's explanation, Fang Qingnuan changed from a black question mark face to a black face.

This is how Dean Mandela "takes care" of her...

"Can I give up my privileges now and apply for implementation according to the original regulations?" She said with a wry smile, "Actually, I didn't entrust Dean Mandela to do anything. Maybe she misunderstood something when she applied for transfer."

Although he is often ridiculed by his colleagues for being careless, Dave, who has been working for five or six years, is by no means a fool. Seeing the student's reaction, he also made some guesses in his mind.What's more, the incident of this S-class freshman in the healing department causing a big fuss in the freshman test spread throughout the school, and he had heard about it.

He frowned. He wanted to directly persuade the child to give up his unrealistic ideas, but then he thought about the other person's identity as an orphan in a remote galaxy, but his sympathy failed him. "Our college office can only cooperate with matters involving the school's senior management, not to mention that it is already an exception for your application to be approved."

After a pause, he gave the best solution he could think of: "I can help you apply to Dean Casper. It would be much better for him to explain to the principal." At this point, he sighed with embarrassment. He took a breath and said, "However, it is difficult to contact the dean."

Fang Qingnuan also learned a little about this old man who had been voted "the dean they most wanted to have" by all students in the school for ten consecutive years when he was choosing a college.As one of the five SS-level life-oriented spiritual powerhouses in the entire galaxy, this gentleman has devoted most of his life to the study of "liberating spiritual power and mass seeding".

If it weren't for the purpose of cultivating rare and outstanding freshmen, he probably wouldn't have served in the First Military Academy.

Therefore, except for the occasional selection of closed disciples and guidance of students' spiritual breakthroughs, the dean will rarely appear in the college. Even if he is occasionally bumped into the school, he will go to the nutrient solution experimental building for meetings.

It is because of his "inaction" that the rules of the School of Nutritional Sciences have been continuously streamlined and the management has become extremely humane, becoming a "retirement sanctuary" that is disliked but envied by many students.

"After your midterm exams this semester, Dean Casper will come to select the disciples who will be eliminated. You will definitely be able to meet them by then. For now, we can only maintain the status quo. You should stay in Class (1) for now."

After walking out of the office, Teacher Dave's words still echoed in her ears. Fang Qingnuan's eyes darkened and she clenched her fists. She suddenly hoped to become stronger. Perhaps only in this way could she resist this world controlled by privilege.

　[My wife, I really didn’t cheat: I want to recommend the anchor to the whole office! 】

　　Do you still remember what Teacher Dave said in the live broadcast room?
　　There are only two people in his entire office, including himself ORZ
　　


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