Ning An's Wild Wish System

”So fast?!”

Ye Yunqing’s sudden shout drew the attention of Zhang Xingmin and Song Zhuofan, who turned to look.

By this time, they were already near the entrance of Song Zhuofan’s school, and the sudden shout also caught the attention of nearby students.

Realizing his own loss of composure, Ye Yunqing quickly coughed and explained:

”It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”

Despite his puzzled look, Song Zhuofan merely assumed Ye Yunqing was nervous and turned to continue toward the school.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Xingmin suddenly understood.

He quietly walked over to Ye Yunqing and asked in a quiet voice, ”Has Xu Qinglai broken through?”

”Yes.”

With this confirmation, Zhang Xingmin couldn’t help but smack his lips, feeling envious inside.

Both are just humans, yet one has become the fastest rising star officially, while here I am, grinding away just starting out, can’t help but shed a few bitter tears.

Meanwhile, Song Zhuofan in front unexpectedly quickened his pace.

Seeing this, Xu Qinglai and Zhang Xingmin also hurriedly followed.

As they stepped into Star River Middle School, they sensed something was off with the atmosphere.

It should be lunchtime, and students should be eating in the cafeteria, but instead, there’s a big crowd surrounding the cafeteria.

Even more students were coming from all around, tightly encircling the outside of the school.

Ye Qingyun looked over at the cafeteria, curious, ”Why aren’t they going inside to eat? What are they doing outside?”

Song Zhuofan said nothing and quickly approached the crowd.

Seeking out a familiar face among them, he patted a classmate on the shoulder and asked:

”What’s going on?”

The person whose shoulder was tapped was Li Xuan, the class president of Senior Class Six.

Right at that moment, his eyes were red with fury, and he radiated scorching heat, fists clenched tightly, seemingly ready to tear apart the cafeteria at any moment.

Feeling someone pat him, he turned around angrily, but upon realizing it was Song Zhuofan, his face calmed down a bit.

Soon, Li Xuan detailed the sequence of events clearly and completely.

”So, they overturned Teacher Wang’s wife’s stall.”

After hearing Li Xuan’s explanation, Song Zhuofan looked at the cafeteria and calmly said.

”Why is it only students from your class here, where’s my class?”

Scanning around, Song Zhuofan couldn’t spot a single classmate from his own class.

Teacher Wang is their history teacher too, how can these bastards be so heartless!

At Star River Middle School, students can commute, but they need proof of residence from the neighboring apartment complex.

But the school is quite remote, surrounded only by a villa complex, with very few households.

Eligible students are scarce, and most are confined within, subjected to closed management, only allowed to go home once a month.

Several shifts of security guards patrol 24 hours, covering every possible angle.

The school is basically like a prison, and students are the lowest-ranking inmates.

The cafeteria, meant to improve student meals and nutrition, was unsurprisingly outsourced to the principal’s uncle.

And the already unpalatable cafeteria, under such circumstances, could only evolve to become even worse, prompting many students to munch on bread rather than eat at the cafeteria daily.

The most absurd was that, to maximize profits, the school mandated even commuting students must eat at the cafeteria first before heading home.

Officially dubbed humanistic care, preventing students from going home hungry.

Senior students already suffer brain overload, and under such circumstances, fainting is frequent.

She too has fainted before, compounded by her period, her face turned pale and frightening.

The history teacher, feeling for his student, specifically took her home to improve her diet.

Teacher Wang’s wife was barely done arranging the dishes when, seeing this, she rolled up her sleeves and made three packed eggs with some extra greens, preparing a bowl of noodles to replenish her nutrition.

Under such circumstances, no joke, that bowl of noodles was the best she’s had since her mom left.

One bowl of noodles, three eggs, gone within a minute.

The noodles essentially slid down her esophagus, with the warm, rich broth swallowed all at once.

Teacher Wang indulgently smiled, urging her to eat slowly, saying there’s more if needed.

His words barely settled when she’d already eaten it all.

Eyeing Teacher Wang’s wife eagerly, Teacher Wang’s wife chuckled and headed back to the kitchen.

And then came another bowl, followed by yet another.

Only when Song Zhuofan’s stomach began protesting did they stop.

Looking at Song Zhuofan who finally set down the bowl and chopsticks, Teacher Wang said, ”Just the scholarship you receive is more than a regular person’s salary, how can you be lacking in nutrition, where does the scholarship go?”

Faced with this skepticism from Teacher Wang, Song Zhuofan hurriedly waved both hands.

”Teacher, I don’t dare touch a cent, it’s all in the card.”

”But it’s not that we don’t want to eat at the cafeteria, it’s just that it’s unbearably bad, not just mildly bad.”

”Chili mooncakes are considered decent; unbelievably, there’s lymph meat stir-fried with bell peppers, Jiangdong Jerry substituting for duck heads, even the rice is half-cooked.”

Listening to this, Teacher Wang frowned.

He naturally knew the cafeteria was contracted to the principal’s relative, and for profit, meals would become absurdly terrible.

But he didn’t expect it to reach such levels, to be the worst of the worst.

Yet Teacher Wang didn’t fully believe Song Zhuofan, assuming some exaggeration.

After all, when personal interest is involved, people usually aren’t accurately candid.

Therefore, Teacher Wang assumed the cafeteria was extremely bad, but still edible with gritted teeth.