Chapter 35: The Bread-Eating Game

Zhang Xiaofan's subtext was simple: he was not omnipotent, and if the other party truly failed the game, death was the only outcome.

Guan Ling nodded and said, "I understand."

Zhang Xiaofan motioned for Hu Xiaotian to accept the card, and Guan Ling walked back, beaming with joy.

Hu Xiaotian asked skeptically, "Xiaofan, I remember this kid used to be Song Feng's underling and pulled a lot of dirty tricks. Why are you helping him?"

"I don't want to help him either. But relatively speaking, this Guan Ling poses no threat anymore, whereas that Li Yunfeng is leading Class 6 of Grade 1 to oppose us. So, that Li Yunfeng has to be dealt with."

Hu Xiaotian nodded and said, "I get it."

Soon, afternoon arrived, and as class time drew closer, the students from both classes returned to their seats. Although there were far fewer desks, the students from Class 6 of Grade 1 brought their own stools, packing the classroom to the point of immobility.

Yet no one complained; many students kept their eyes fixed on their mobile phones. Finally, a moment later, the mysterious person sent a message.

Mysterious Person: Hello, students are truly eager to learn. Not a single seat is vacant.

At this moment, Li Yunfeng roared, "Everyone put your phones on the desks! I want to see exactly who is sending these messages!"

Zhang Xiaofan said, "Put them down. We must find this mysterious person."

The students followed suit. At this point, only Li Yunfeng and Zhang Xiaofan were holding their phones.

Mysterious Person: Putting on quite a show, aren't you? What a pity, I can still send messages. Do you know why? Commit suicide, the two of you, and I'll tell you. Haha.

"Asshole!" Li Yunfeng cursed under his breath.

"What's wrong? Why is there still a notification sound?" Guan Ling asked in terror.

"The message... is still being sent!" Zhang Xiaofan said helplessly.

"What? The mysterious person can send messages without a phone?"

"Brainwave transmission?"

"That's too sci-fi! What on earth is going on?"

The students chattered back and forth, but not a single one could offer a coherent explanation. Zhang Xiaofan scanned every student, only to find with a sense of helplessness that nothing seemed amiss. Every face displayed confusion, dread, and panic; even Murong Feng's face was filled with perplexity.

In the end, he concluded, "We can currently deduce that the mysterious person does not rely on a mobile phone to send messages. Perhaps it is another medium-type device, one that remains unknown to us."

"Oh god, does that mean it's impossible to find this person?"

"This is too insane. Why didn't I get the phone that can send messages?"

The students conversed in terror. Next, the mysterious person sent another message.

Mysterious Person: Seeing you all so surprised is my greatest satisfaction. Well, a significant amount of time has passed. Let us welcome our next dream chasers: Li Yunfeng and Guan Ling to the stage!

Li Yunfeng and Guan Ling walked up to the podium with stern expressions. Li Yunfeng asked coldly, "What is the game?"

Mysterious Person: Student Li Yunfeng is getting anxious. Today's game is eating bread.

Li Yunfeng's pupils constricted. "Poisoned again?"

Mysterious Person: Haha, guessed wrong. The rules of the competition are: beneath the podium, there are two large bags of bread. How much is there? A whole lot anyway. You two are now required to eat bread within twenty minutes. Whoever eats the most within the specified time wins. The winner will be rewarded with five thousand netherworld notes, while the loser will face throat-slitting punishment!

The game begins!

Almost simultaneously, Li Yunfeng and Guan Ling each pulled a bag of bread from beneath the podium. As they took out the bread, Zhang Xiaofan took a look. This was the kind of coarse-grain bread bought in the marketplace; its density was higher than ordinary bread, very filling, and devoid of any seasonings—pure, unadulterated bread.

Eating such food when hungry would be a pleasure, but now, competing to see who could eat the most in twenty minutes made both of them extremely anxious. After all, whoever ate less would end up dying.

Their body weights and levels of chubbiness were about the same, so there was no discrepancy in appetite; one could say it was very fair.

Unfortunately, the noon hour had just passed, and the students had all come with full stomachs. Competing to eat food now was not a pleasure, but a form of torture.

Sure enough, after eating two palm-sized loaves of bread, both of their complexions turned ashen. The bread was simply too dry, and coupled with the fact that they had just finished lunch, they found themselves lacking the strength to go on.

Li Yunfeng grabbed the third loaf of bread with difficulty, thinking regretfully, "If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten lunch. Damn it!" Thinking this, he had no choice but to shove another loaf into his mouth, glaring fiercely at Guan Ling.

This game task was truly somewhat unexpected for him. He had originally planned to deal with Guan Ling through sheer cunning; now it seemed this game was a complete farce—simply a farce of seeing who could eat more!

Guan Ling's expression relaxed a little. Although his stomach felt uncomfortably bloated, he knew the gap between himself and Li Yunfeng.

Previously, he had been afraid he wasn't as clever as the other guy and would lose in the game, so he had hired Zhang Xiaofan to help him, paying three thousand yuan for it.

Yet now, he actually regretted it. If he had known it was a game entirely dependent on food capacity, why bother spending that money?

Sighing helplessly in his heart, Guan Ling bit off a large chunk of bread and said coldly, "Fortunately, I was in a bad mood at noon and didn't eat much. Li Yunfeng, you're dead this time."

Li Yunfeng's expression shifted. He swallowed a dry mouthful of saliva and said, "Talk is cheap. Let's see who eats more."

The two of them just kept eating like that. Time passed quickly; ten minutes went by, and Li Yunfeng's stomach was already rounded like a ball. He glared viciously at the bread in his hand, feeling at that moment that this bread was harder to swallow than feces.

Guan Ling patted his bulging stomach. For now, he had eaten two more loaves than Li Yunfeng and was in the lead. He let out a breath of relief, breathed heavily, and said, "Li Yunfeng, admit defeat. If you admit defeat now, you won't burst to death."

"Get lost!"

Li Yunfeng viciously swallowed the bread in his hand whole and said, "Now you've only eaten one more than me."

Guan Ling's expression changed. Gritting his teeth, he began eating again.

Zhang Xiaofan wore a grim expression. This seemed like a simple eating game, but at the slightest misstep, both of them could literally eat themselves to death.

The other students in the classroom also wore grim expressions, not daring to draw a deep breath. The tension was simply too high. Both of their bellies were already distended to a massive size, yet they were still desperately cramming bread into their mouths. The onlookers truly feared that the bellies of these two individuals might burst open at any second.

Li Yunfeng finished a piece of bread and loosened his belt. He now felt a terrible discomfort in his stomach and extreme dryness in his throat; he felt that if he ate even one more bite, his stomach would explode.

He cast his gaze toward Guan Ling. The other's condition was clearly better than his own, and more importantly, so far, Guan Ling was leading him by one loaf of bread.

Guan Ling panted heavily, sneered, and said, "How is it? Can't eat anymore? This time, you're a dead man!"