"You!" Luo Ziyan glared, her eyebrows raised as she spoke with hatred. "I have a mission this time; I don't have time to mess around with you."
"Big Sister isn't messing around with you either." Bai Zishu laughed charmingly and extended her hand. "I also have a mission, you know~"
Luo Ziyan kept a cold face and directly slapped away the palm reaching for her head. "Don't get touchy-feely; you aren't that much older than me."
"Not that much older? Then you are mistaken." Bai Zishu laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke, lifting her fair, elegant neck and presenting a proud chin to Luo Ziyan, whose height didn't even reach her chest.
"Here" Her fair hand, with fingers posed like an orchid, traced a full arc from her flat waist, turning sideways and tapping her toe lightly. Her hand moved up along the pure, flawless white over-knee stockings, crossing over the rounded contours. "And here"
Several 'tic mark' vein symbols popped out on Luo Ziyan's head; the fragile heart beneath her steel plate armor took a critical hit.
A massive damage number of multiple 9s rose from the back of her head.
"White Vixen! Do you want to fight?!"
"How could that be? Big Sister is just stating facts." Bai Zishu narrowed her eyes in a smile and reached out again to touch Luo Ziyan's head, which looked like it would feel very nice to touch.
Greeting her was Luo Ziyan's merciless slap. The moment her hands were about to make contact, Bai Zishu twisted her wrist, nimbly dodging Luo Ziyan's slap, her momentum continuing unabated toward the latter's head.
Luo Ziyan's gaze sharpened, and she struck again!
Bai Zishu continued to dodge! Luo Ziyan continued to strike!
Just like that, the two played a game of hand-slapping as if no one else was around.
"Senior, are you alright?" Yukie sheathed her spirit blade.
"Mm."
"Highness Mo Bai, do you know this miko?" Miyamoto Yayako picked up her weapons and stood in front of Mo Bai, her eyes maintaining a look of wariness.
"It's nothing, we are all friends. It was just a misunderstanding earlier." Beads of sweat trickled down her fair skin; combined with Miyamoto Yayako's tattered clothes wrapped around her chest, she looked somewhat bewitching under the sunlight.
Mo Bai immediately felt himself heating up internally and hurriedly averted his gaze. "You go change your clothes first."
"Yes." Miyamoto Yayako sensed Mo Bai's strange expression. Her face, already slightly red from exercise, flushed even deeper, and she hurriedly ran into the main hall and closed the door.
Watching Luo Ziyan and Bai Zishu playing their hand-slapping game with great intensity, Mo Bai was getting a headache over how to strike up a conversation and explain the misunderstanding when he saw Bai Zishu's expression suddenly change.
Her willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly, and her exquisite melon-seed face overflowed with displeasure and disdain.
"Tsk, to think he chased me all the way here."
"Senior, there is someone," Yukie alerted.
The footsteps outside the courtyard became clearer. Mo Bai looked toward the entrance, which lacked a door panel, and saw a brown-haired, blue-eyed white youth hurrying over.
Upon taking his first step into the small courtyard, he was shocked by the tragic scene and the Crescent Moon Blade lying in the yard.
However, once he saw Bai Zishu's figure, the foreign youth instantly forgot the destructive scenery around him. His entire body radiated hormones and a desire for [Seeking hookup, seeking mating] that was obvious to anyone with eyes.
The youth straightened his white shirt, the gilded bird pattern on his badge shining brightly. With a smile on his face, he said, "Ms. Bai, may I have the honor of inviting you to lunch?"
Ever since Bai Zishu started the return journey with Zhang Yu, this Mark had been paying all sorts of unsolicited attentions, buzzing in front of her like a fly. If not for the fact that he was Zhang Yu's guest, she would have long since let Mark know what a True Hua nation chef was.
Bai Zishu responded with a similar smile, but Mo Bai clearly heard her hateful mutter. "Truly a lingering ghost..."
Mo Bai immediately understood. This one of the 'Twelve Lucky Generals' of the Dark Cooking Society mentioned by Wang Yao was obviously a troublemaker whose appearance did not match her inner thoughts.
For no particular reason, being the only other male creature in the courtyard, Mo Bai felt a bit panicked.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Bai Zishu's shimmering, beautiful eyes turned to Mo Bai, and the corner of her mouth hooked into a smile that looked ill-intentioned to him.
"..." Looking at this scene, how could Mo Bai not know his impending fate of being pushed out as a shield?
"It actually happens to be a good chance to test the target's background."
Want help from the Dark Cooking Society? Sure.
But before that, let's see your value.
The Twelve Lucky Generals, imperially appointed by the Dragon Head of the Hua nation culinary world, are not so easily ordered about.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Mark." Bai Zishu activated her acting skills. Her face showed hesitation and struggle for a long time before she finally rejected the foreign youth's invitation. "Didn't you ask me why I came to the Far East?"
"I came to the Far East precisely to meet with someone I have a promise with."
Bai Zishu, having given the term 'bodyguard' a high-sounding makeover, came to Mo Bai's side and wrapped her hands around his arm. Fragrance assaulted his nose, yet Mo Bai stiffened all over, his arm actively avoiding the fullness that was offered to him.
"Eh?" Bai Zishu raised a brow slightly. She had been prepared to be taken advantage of, but unexpectedly, Mo Bai actively avoided physical contact.
Their posture looked intimate, but in reality, only their arms were touching.
"Could it be that this pale-faced, weak-looking boy implies kidney deficiency? Is he not that kind of scion from a noble family with a decadent private life?"
Harboring the excitement of gossip, Bai Zishu's qi permeated Mo Bai's body and sensed the primal Yang burning like a furnace. As if finding a new toy, Bai Zishu smiled even sweeter.
She leaned against Mo Bai's shoulder like a little bird relying on a person, dealing a critical blow to Mark's heart.
"Although you are a top student of Phoenix Academy and the NO. 3 in the academy rankings, I feel that the person I have a promise with is in no way inferior to you."
As the foreign youth Mark felt the world spin, he sensed that the black hand of fate had finally bared its fangs at him; his brown hair was emitting a glowing green light.
However, Bai Zishu's last sentence allowed him—who was experiencing [Love is a ray of light, so green it makes you panic]—to regain hope.
It can still be salvaged!
As long as the hoe swings well, what wall cannot be poached down?
Taking advantage of the fact that the two had just met and had no emotional foundation, he would use his powerful culinary skills to cut this thin, weak, powerless love rival—who looked like he spent his decadent private life in piles of women—off his horse, winning back Miss Bai's heart. As the NO. 3 of the American culinary sanctuary, Phoenix Academy, would he fear a challenge?
Medicine cannot save people, but cooking can!
"Hello, I am Mark, NO. 3 of Phoenix Academy."
"If you are a man, come and have a shokugeki!" Wearing a beast-like smile, Mark proposed a request to fight♂it♂out. "Only the strong deserve beauty!"
At this moment, Mark only felt that he was a warrior saving Bai Zishu from Mo Bai's demonic clutches. He hadn't considered that if warriors were so easy to be, why would the Demon King in RPG games rule the world for so long?
And Mo Bai was currently a Demon King evolving toward his complete form.
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Host: Mo Bai
Chef Level: Zero Star
Physique: lv20
Knife Skills: lv16
Heat Control: lv16
...
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Mo Bai had not spent the week in vain. Relying on the Mental Time Chamber to process special ingredients and the treatment of being revered as a VIP by the restaurants in Tōtsuki Resort (mistaken for having a seasoning Culinary Heart), his strength had risen by leaps and bounds.
Knife Skills and Heat Control rose by ten levels within a week. It wasn't just his culinary arts; Mo Bai's horizons had also been broadened by wandering around various restaurants in his spare time.
According to Little Bai, indicators other than physique are referenced against the strength of a Dragon-level Chef.
Dragon-level: LV90~100
Qilin-level: LV80~90
Special-Grade: LV50~80
High Star (7 Star 9 Star): LV2050
Low Star (1 Star 6 Star): LV020
Thus, Mo Bai's strength indicators had already surpassed the 13 Star low-level chefs, arriving at the position of a 46 Star mid-tier chef.
Mo Bai felt that the soaring numbers didn't feel real and wanted to find someone to verify them.
He was just worrying that he was too familiar with the various restaurants to make a move.
"Alright." Mo Bai agreed immediately.
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