OBS Chapter 5 You bastard, what do you take gratitude for?
Chapter 5 You bastard, what do you take gratitude for?
After everyone started eating, Zhou Qing stuffed meat into his mouth while secretly observing.
The four senior high school students had very different cooking styles.
Vice President Li Jingran is a wild type, grabbing things with his hands and gnawing on them without spitting out the bones, swallowing them after a couple of chews, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
The other three seniors were much more restrained, especially Qi Ranqiu, who picked up food with her chopsticks in small bites, her demeanor so elegant that she didn't seem like a genius from the cooking club.
But the more Zhou Qing looked, the more alarmed she became.
Although Qi Ranqiu was elegant, her chopsticks moved so fast they left afterimages. Before she could even finish swallowing the food in her mouth, she had already picked up the next bite. Her eating speed was no less than Li Jingran's, and perhaps even slightly faster.
Elegant and efficient.
No wonder he managed to become the president of this amazing club.
Zhou Qing dared not slack off and immediately sped up, using both hands to keep up with the rhythm.
In just ten minutes, the iron basin on the table was emptied, leaving not a single scrap of food, meat scraps, or oil stains; it was as clean as if a dog had licked it.
Zhou Qing only realized this belatedly.
The scariest thing about eating at a restaurant isn't not being able to eat, it's not being able to compete with the food!
The older generation will not give you the chance to eat slowly.
Respect for the elderly and care for the young—that's simply not true!
Fortunately, thanks to his 16-point proficiency in the Stomach-Expanding Swallowing Skill, Zhou Qing not only had the fastest eating speed among the four newcomers, but was also the only one who lasted until the end.
The other three pathetic losers had long since put down their chopsticks, clutching their stomachs with expressions of utter despair, and couldn't even last three minutes.
At this moment, Zhou Qing noticed a gaze. He looked up and saw Bai Zhumeng staring at him with one hand supporting her chin, her proud curves resting on the dining table, rising and falling slightly with her breath.
"Vice President Li, this junior you've taken a liking to is quite good."
Bai Zhumeng smiled, her tone slightly playful.
"He's only been learning the Stomach-Expanding Swallowing Technique for a short time, yet he already has the skill you had in two or three days. Did you secretly give him extra lessons?"
Without even looking up, Li Jingran casually said, "717, don't smear me. 649's martial arts talent is indeed quite good; given time, perhaps I'll remember his name."
Upon hearing this title, Bai Zhumeng's face instantly darkened, and she turned her head away, muttering under her breath, "A obsessed slave to points."
Zhou Qing's pupils dilated in shock, his heart churning with astonishment, and his gaze towards Bai Zhumeng was filled with reverence:
717 points?!
This is a top-tier Brahman who is almost perfect!
They're likely to secure a spot in the top ten of the second year of high school!
Zhou Qing instantly grasped the key point.
The culinary club has extremely high requirements for its members' martial arts talent. The members' martial arts skills must be very high, and their scores in unarmed and armed combat will not be low.
Because of the club, even the poor guys wouldn't lack exotic beast meat to nourish themselves, so their physical strength was always on point, and their sports scores were naturally high.
So, by that logic, all the members of the cooking club are "roll kings" (a term used to describe people who are overly enthusiastic about cooking).
At this moment, Qi Ranqiu picked up a handkerchief, elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth, and stood up: "Alright, the initiation banquet is over, everyone can disperse."
"Five days from now, Friday afternoon after school, come to the club activity room again."
Before she could finish speaking, Li Jingran said, "President, the new members haven't been added to the group yet."
"Go and pull me in, I still have tutoring." Qi Ranqiu picked up her schoolbag from the side, her tone indifferent.
After saying that, he walked straight out of the activity room, his steps hurried, clearly in a hurry.
Zhou Qing thought to himself.
Is he not only a big spender, but also a whale (a player who spends a lot of money on in-game purchases)?
After-school martial arts tutoring is extremely expensive, and Zhou Qing, being a poor guy, simply cannot afford it.
The other two senior students didn't linger either; they packed up their things and left, leaving only Li Jingran and the four newcomers in the activity room.
Li Jingran glanced at Zhou Qing and the other three, took out his phone, swiped a couple of times, and revealed the group number: "Add them yourselves, and I'll approve your requests later. Remember, unless we add you as friends, don't send friend requests to bother us."
Zhou Qing secretly memorized the group number and nodded hurriedly along with Yuan Chongshan and the others: "Understood, senior!"
Just as the four were about to take out their phones to join the group, Li Jingran's gaze locked onto the only girl among them—Luo Qi—and he said in a flat tone, "701, you ate the least. Wash the pots and pans on the table before you leave."
"You don't need to lock the club activity room. The school cleaners will come to clean it morning and evening. You just need to wash the dishes."
"Oh, right, and the dog bowl on the ground."
701 points?!
Zhou Qing couldn't help but glance at Luo Qi a few more times.
Another Brahmin!
With a score of 700 or above, the other person must be among the top students in the honors class.
Unfortunately, here, high scores and Brahmin status are useless; it all comes down to the size of your stomach!
Even Brahmins, if they have small stomachs, have to obediently wash the dishes.
When Luo Qi heard her name called, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She's a wealthy heiress who's lived a life of luxury since childhood, never lifting a finger. When has she ever done such menial work as washing dishes?
"You want me to... wash the dishes?" Luo Qi's voice was a little stiff.
"Otherwise what?" Li Jingran raised an eyebrow. "Eating the least and doing the most work, that's reasonable. If you don't want to wash, you can just quit the club."
Luo Qi gritted her teeth, her cheeks turning bright red.
"I'll wash!" she squeezed out through gritted teeth, cursing Li Jingran and this ridiculous rule a hundred times in her mind, but she could only grit her teeth and bear it.
When it comes to leaving the company, the young lady's dignity can be temporarily set aside.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing, Yuan Chongshan, and Tang Ji wisely refrained from saying anything and quickly took out their phones to join the group.
……
After leaving the club activity room,
Yuan Chongshan suddenly caught up with Zhou Qing, grabbing him with gratitude: "Good brother, thank you so much! If you hadn't reminded me to wait for my senior to sit down, I'm afraid I would have ended up like Tang Ji and the others, squatting on the ground fighting with dogs for food!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ji paused, glanced coldly at Yuan Chongshan, let out a disdainful snort, and quickened his pace without looking back.
He secretly despised him:
He's just a Vaishya who doesn't even qualify as a Kshatriya; it's a waste of time to say a single word to someone like that.
Zhou Qing asked, "Is your gratitude just empty words? You either need to transfer money or give me a gift, otherwise I won't accept your thanks."
Yuan Chongshan was stunned for a moment, looking completely bewildered: "Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Zhou Qing roared. "You bastard, what do you take gratitude for? You think you can just brush me off with empty words?"
Yuan Chongshan realized what was happening and quickly took out his phone: "Add me as a friend, I'll pay!"
Beep! Friend request accepted instantly.
The next second, a red envelope popped up in the chat interface.
Zhou Qing clicked on it to take a look.
Amount: 168 yuan.
He's clearly a wealthy whale, yet he's so stingy, only giving out 168?
He cursed inwardly, but his finger didn't hesitate for a moment as he immediately tapped to accept.
"Okay, I accept your thanks." Zhou Qing put away his phone and turned to leave.
Yuan Chongshan froze for a moment, then quickly called out to him, "Wait!"
Zhou Qing stopped and turned around, asking expectantly, "What? Is there an extra fee for friends?"
Yuan Chongshan's lips twitched, and he silently waved his hand: "It's nothing, you can go."