super food empire

Chapter 82 Chapter 81: Eater Assessment Battle!
The Food Master assessment is held every six months. On this day, the entire Ziwu Academy will suspend classes. All first-year students must be present, and second-year and third-year students can choose whether to watch the battle.

After all, the minimum standard for promotion to the second year is a sixth-grade food scholar, so in previous years, students from the second and third years rarely came, but this time it was already crowded early in the morning, and most of the second-year and third-year students came early, not for other reasons. , just to see how many heads and hands you have.

Of course, in addition to this, Han Ying and Qiu Li are also the objects of attention. The Han family's giant spirit hand and the Qiu family's violent wind and wave sword technique are all forbidden swords that have been passed down for a long time. It is difficult not to be noticed.As for Liu Can, he was already a sixth-rank food scholar from a family of origin, and he will soon be eligible for promotion for two years.

The arena is much larger than the No. 10 field where the halberd was eaten last time. Two hundred stoves form a square in the middle, occupying a large area, and it looks unique. The surrounding area is a stepped viewing area, and the judging seats are directly in front. Only when the lips and teeth are fragrant and the three judges pass unanimously can they be awarded the officially recognized title of food chef.

Qin Yu and Murong Xue received their number plates and walked through the passage to enter the arena. Qin Yu had nothing to do with it, after all, he had experienced the scenes where tens of thousands of people watched the battle, but Murong Xue was different, and his tongue was tied up nervously.

"Calm down, you've improved a lot during this time, you must believe in yourself and use all your strength!" Qin Yu grabbed Murong Xue's hand and patted it hard.

"Well, I, I will." Murong Xue tried not to look at the auditorium, and walked towards her seat with the box.

As soon as Qin Yu found his place, Han Ying squinted his eyes and leaned over, patted his injured right shoulder lightly, his eyes fell on Qin Yu deliberately and said: "Hey, you are really here, How is your left hand doing?"

Qin Yu stepped on Han Ying's instep and said with a smile, "I'll let you lose again this time."

Han Ying grinned her teeth in pain, and became serious when she heard the words. She squinted her eyes and opened her eyes slightly: "I was convinced that I lost to you last time, but this time you only have one hand. I don't believe you will lose."

"How about washing my socks if I lose?" Qin Yu laughed.

"Ah, I just remembered that I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Han Ying instantly regained her chubby smile, and slipped away with oil on her feet.

Qin Yu looked left and right. He, Murong Xue, Han Ying, and Qiu Li were located in different places. Among the students referred, freshmen accounted for only a small number of them. Most of them were old students who failed the last time. Eyes pray in low voices, while others look confident in their imposing manner.

"I'm the only class leader. As long as the left hand doesn't lose the chain, it shouldn't be a problem to pass." Qin Yu looked at his clenched left fist, "Left hand, left hand, it's all up to you today!"

The auditorium was still full of people, and all the first-year students were present, and Liu Can was no exception.

"It's really arrogant to dare to participate in the assessment with only one hand left."

"In six days, even if he intensifies his training, it is impossible for his left hand to make much progress. If he can pass the test with only his left hand, I will go to **** right away."

"Heaven, why didn't he let his left hand be broken, and he dared to bet with Brother Liu on Sui Shi Hai. He was so arrogant to the extreme. Brother Liu, you must teach him a lesson in three months' time."

Sitting behind Liu Can, the disciples of famous families spoke with all kinds of enthusiasm. Liu Can smiled slightly when he heard this. He also did not believe that Qin Yu could pass the examination with his left hand.

Not far away, several other people chatted together, and the topic was also not far from Qin Yu.

"If Qin Yu can pass with his left hand, then I'm really convinced."

"As the head of the class, I hope he will pass smoothly, so that the next class competition will be fun."

"I can't help but want to compete with him."

These people are also class leaders, looking at Qin Yu with anticipation, curiosity, and fierce fighting spirit. The class leaders are proud, and the class competition is the time to score the winners.

The second-year area is very empty, because there are not many promotions every year, a short-haired young man holds a toothpick in his mouth, and the skin of his hands occasionally flashes a brass-colored reflection, but there is nothing unusual when he looks closely.

Standing on his left is a wild-looking girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with wheat-colored skin, a strong outfit that outlines a great curve, leather sheaths on her legs and even her arms, of various sizes. This kind of kitchen knife is carried with you, the handle is carved with delicate patterns, and the tail is inlaid with rubies. No matter how you look at it, it is quite expensive.

On his right stood a strong man eight feet tall, with a big bald head, his arms were exposed, his muscles were twisted, and he was holding a thick and long stick in his arms, wrapped in a white cloth Can't see what it is.

"That little fat man is the descendant of the giant spirit of the Han family, the one holding the long knife is the descendant of the enemy family's violent wind and waves, and the one with the plaster cast on his arm is Qin Yu." The bald man's voice was very deep, as if he was Drums.

"Hahaha, the cast look is so cute, hahaha, you are doomed this time, hahaha." The short-haired young man with a toothpick in the middle clapped his legs and laughed, exaggeratedly, even a little nervous.

The wild girl named You Yu pushed the short-haired youth to the ground, wiped her hands from the sides of her legs, and brought out two shining phantoms, which swirled a few times on the top of the youth's head, and then sheathed it abruptly. Only the thin and dense broken hair was left flying all over the sky.

The short-haired young man sat on the ground and covered his head with aggrieved face: "Bullying people, can't you wait for me to grow before cutting it?"

You Yu folded his arms and snorted, looking towards the field, his eyes fell on Qin Yu, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the tip of his tongue licked from between his lips: "What a tender prey, if he can't even overcome this difficulty, he is not worthy called my hunt."

The short-haired young man stuck out his tongue at You Yu, then pulled his eyelids down and made a grimace: "Hey, hey, it's unlucky to have a little fresh meat..."

With a bang, the kitchen knife cut across the shining light and landed on the short-haired young man's forehead.

"I was wrong..." The short-haired young man squatted down with his head in his arms.

In the past three years, there were fewer people in the area, and only a few scattered people came to watch the battle. Long Yuyang and Luo Luo sat together. Can the big villain do it?"

Long Yuyang smiled slightly: "We who hold the chrysanthemum house have never failed."

"That's true." Luo Luo raised her head and showed pride when she heard the words.

The fur on Xiaobai's cheeks was pulled straight, and he stuck out his tongue and raised his paws, as if to say: "I am also the one who holds the chrysanthemum house!"

Not long after, a few bangs sounded, and the audience fell silent. The side door opened, and in the light of the pale golden morning sun, Long Meier, a goddess-level figure from the Ziwu Academy, strode in. She was still dressed in armor, and her close-fitting armor outlined The exceptionally proud curves and soft long black hair fluttering gently became the focus of the audience in an instant, while the other two judges who followed her looked dull.

With sonorous footsteps, Long Meier strode to the middle of the judges' seat, habitually brushed up her long hair behind her ears, and then slapped the table heavily, scaring everyone's hearts to beat with a bang.

Sweeping across the audience, Long Meier intentionally took an extra look at Qin Yu, raised her chin and raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, the theme of today's food evaluation is..."

After a pause on purpose, he suddenly accentuated his tone: "Mian!"

(End of this chapter)