The Demon’s Menu

The female pastry chef heard the sound of swallowing clearly.

She couldn't help being surprised.

Jason is hungry again?

Immediately, it is self-blame.

Sure enough, I still do less.

Do not.

The sweets that are supposed to be pastry are too simple, it is difficult to really hold up a lunch.

I need to learn other cooking methods!

However, the sweetness in the pastry shop cannot be mixed with other flavors ...

Remodel the corridor?

The female pastry chef fell into deep contemplation.

St. Mango Student Union President Tai Di didn't even notice the sound of Jason swallowing.

"Mr. Jason, this is your identification at St. Mungo College."

"This is the school badge."

"This is your first week's salary."

The girl president gave Jason a kraft paper bag.

There is an identification card similar to a business card in the document bag, but the material is metal.

Positively read: Student Guidance Teacher, Jason (Avatar resembling a printed sketch).

Turned over and wrote: ..2

Next is the school badge of St. Mungo College.

A picture of dawn breaking through the darkness.

The same is true of the school badge, but it is more vivid, turning the beam of dawn into a long sword.

Then it was the 35 weekly salary agreed before.

Jason's eyes swept away, and he didn't stay.

Because, the scent remaining on the female student council president in front of him has already attracted his attention.

"Have you encountered anything special before?"

"Since you sent us back yesterday."

Asked Jason.

"Nothing special."

"After sending you back, I returned to St. Mungo College."

"Then routinely handle some chores."

The president of the girl association was talking while thinking, and then suddenly she tapped her palm.

"correct."

"I found something weird in classroom 13 this morning."

"It should be similar to a sacrifice ... No, no, it's not what Jason Tutor thinks, it's a popular" psychic game "among students."

Looked at Jason, who suddenly looked solemn, and the female student president explained repeatedly.

"Some strange" psychic games "are popular in Xinde City recently."

"There are" Bloody Mary "," Four Running "," Trading at the Crossroads "," Spirit Game "and so on."

"Although the student union is very hard to ban, but many students still secretly play in private."

Speaking of which, Tai Di looked helpless.

As a peer, she knows how attractive such a game is.

Even she refused all because of the responsibility of the student council president.

And the rest?

This female student president could not guarantee it.

Even, she also guessed that some members of the student union are also playing this game in private.

After all, it's just a game, and it doesn't die.

Listening to Thai flute description, Jason frowned.

There is no doubt that the ‘food’ in the copy world in front of me is not only much less, but also good at hiding.

"Changing the environment, will the survival of the fittest?"

Jason looked at the smooth road outside the window, and the buildings not far away, thought subconsciously.

Obviously, everything is changing.

Changes with changes.

Even the sky will become less blue.

And the female pastry chef who has been thinking has also recovered.

"Tai Di you must stop such a game."

"There are many things that we cannot understand now."

"Similarly, many existences are also unknown to us."

"A little carelessness will cause big trouble."

The female pastry chef said very seriously.

"Uh, uh."

The female student president nodded.

Is not perfunctory.

Of course, it's not the words to recognize female pastry chefs.

Simply because of her duties.

Jason put the identity certificate, school badge and money in the brown paper bag on his body, and stood up directly and said:

"Can I go and see?"

"Are you interested in the" psychic game "in classroom 13?"

The female student president was a little surprised, but nodded immediately.

"Okay, I will return to the college in a moment, we can go the same way."

"How about Giselle?"

Turned her head and the female student president asked the female pastry chef.

"No more."

"I need to see the shop."

"Yesterday I had a day off due to an accident. If I rest again, the business of the shop will plummet."

The female pastry chef smiled and shook her head.

Then, when she watched Jason and her friends leave, she sighed softly.

"Sure enough, Jason is tired of simple pastries, so can't wait to go to Saint Mungo Academy for dinner?"

"what should I do?"

"I……"

Still thinking and hesitating, the female pastry chef suddenly wobbled slightly.

After she stood firm again, she walked directly to the counter, picked up the phone above, and dialed a number.

"Buy me the shop next to the" Watchdog Pastry House "and transform it into a restaurant, hiring two or three powerful male chefs.

Finished, she hung up the phone.

After hesitating a little, he took off a note and started writing.

Uh ...

Thai flute chose the back seat this time.

She wants to observe Jason up close.

However, after seeing Tai Di sitting in the back row, Jason sat directly in the co-pilot.

He still doesn't like to contact strangers.

Both men and women.

Especially when the scent of ‘food’ is gone, Jason has been able to stay sensible.

Thai flute looked at Jason sitting on the co-pilot and couldn't help but pouted.

But the next moment, he asked excitedly:

"Mr. Jason, what does the battlefield look like?"

Through the rearview mirror, Jason can clearly see the eagerness and expectation in the eyes of the female student president.

Therefore, he directly said:

"Hell."

"After going once, I never want to go again."

Such an answer is obviously different from the female student president's imagination ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When the guns are booming, is there a romantic thing? "

Asked unwillingly.

"Is romance romantic?"

"not romantic."

"Any romance under the background of death is only false-people, once they die, they have nothing."

Jason said very simply.

And this made the female student president shut up completely.

She looked at Jason vigorously.

Looks like he can't wait to bite Jason.

But she also thought that Jason should be right.

After all, no one wants to die.

Can the romance of the battlefield be the ‘undead’?

How can such a person exist?

Thought that the thought of the female student president could not help spreading out spontaneously.

She was thinking about how to enjoy the romance of the battlefield if she could not die.

Silence accompanies the second half.

The silence was not broken until he entered St. Mango College.

A member of the student union that Jason had seen had an obvious anxiety on his face. When he saw Taidi ’s car, he hurried over and hurried over without waiting for Taidi to get off.

"Chairman, something happened!"