Chapter 21 Poison

Wu Yong then remembered this big thing, turned his head and turned to the fat man who was seriously injured, and seemed to be able to speak: "What does Master say?"

The respectful title of the teacher and the teacher students to the middle-aged aunt who teaches English.

"One more time, you'll die." The fat man's painful expression vividly expressed the tone of the Master.

Wu Tong was silent. It was impossible to go to class. It seemed that he could only die. He died, but hoped that he would not be blood...

"By the way, are you transferred from another department?" The fat man had recovered a little and asked Ivan. This morning, the classmates had some speculations about Ivan's identity, and the fat man was also one of the curious people.

Ivan shook his head.

"Then prepare to pick up girls?" Anger ignited in the fat man's eyes. The computer system has always had more men and fewer women, and the ratio of men and women has reached an astonishing 7 to 1. The internal digestion is not enough, so how can we tolerate outsiders?

"Aren't you here to study in college?" Yifan found it difficult to understand the thoughts of these students, so why can't they think in the most appropriate direction.

Wu Tong and the fat man looked at each other and shook their heads together, indicating that they were difficult to understand.

"I understand, you are the auditor." Wu Yong seemed to think of something, and his face was a little excited.

"Admissioner?" Yifan thought about the word carefully and confirmed that he had not heard of this word. So he opened Baidu in front of the two and searched for the meaning of the word.

"Yes, the auditor." Ivan confirmed his identity.

"God, I'm finally saved."

For some unknown purpose, Wu Tong warmly invited Ivan to give him a chance. He said that he had not met someone like Ivan, not to mention that Ivan's DOTA was fighting...

Unprecedented, no one comes after him... Wu Tong said so.

Ivan finally couldn't resist the unique enthusiasm for treating the Chinese and the profoundness of Chinese idioms. It was unprecedented and no one came later. Ivan tasted these eight words and felt his body was a little drifting.

However, after arriving at the place where I was eating, Yifan was a little unable to adapt. The place where he was eating was a small restaurant at the entrance of the Internet cafe that didn’t even have a signature. As an ordinary college student, the so-called treat was at this level. Wu Tong habitually ordered a pot of pickled fish and two home-cooked dishes, and the three of them sat there waiting for the dishes.

Ivan is not a picky person about food. He just learned an idiom called "Accommodating local customs" and it is just right to use it here.

Ivan imitated Fatty and Wu Tong to take out a pair of disposable chopsticks and threw away the plastic packaging. Wu Tong and Fatty didn't look very "special" and just inserted the chopsticks into the rice.

Ivan thought it was a prayer ceremony before meals, but in fact it was quite similar. In the memory of Lao Qian who had been in contact with, this was what he did when worshiping ancestors in the countryside.

Ivan is not a believer of any God. He is basically sure that there is no God in this world. It is wrong, accurate and scientifically (Ivan likes the way people on earth speak). There are no signs of God's existence yet, but this does not prevent him from respecting the habit of the people on earth. There are generally two types of people who believe in God. One person believes in God because he hopes that he blesses himself, while the other person hopes that he does not hurt himself...

Ivan's thoughts are probably a bit similar to those of the latter type of people. After all, he has learned lessons in this area.

There was a moment of silence on the desktop, as if there was a little solemn and sacred look in it.

When the main course was served, the atmosphere was broken by the fat man first. He picked up the chopsticks that were still stained with rice and inserted them directly into the thick red oil, and then took up the fish with a slow chopstick...

Yifan quickly caught a grain of rice that had just been stuck to the chopsticks and helped him up. Then Wu Tong started to do so unwillingly. After a while, the grains of rice were wrapped in flaky fish meat and disappeared into Wu Tong's throat...

Ivan looked at this scene in amazement and felt a little bad at the moment. In fact, Ivan overestimated his tolerance for foreign customs, such as eating food in the same basin together, and using two small wooden sticks as artistic and exquisite dining tools...

"What's wrong?" After Wu Tong finished eating the meal, he realized that the person who was treating him was hesitating and not moving his chopsticks. After thinking for a while, he patted his head. "It's all my fault. I didn't even ask you if you weren't used to eating spicy food."

"Boss, change Mapo tofu to three fresh ones, add another tomato and egg soup."

Yifan took a chopstick with both hands anxiously, then slowly stuffed the chopsticks into the cracks of his right fingers as Wu Tong, and stretched out the rice in front of him with difficulty.

The chopsticks were separated to both sides without obedience. Ivan quickly fixed it with magic, but his hand was still stiffly pinching the other section of the chopstick. This disposable chopstick was obviously the worst-quality one. It was broken simply.

Wu Tong quickly brought him another pair of new ones.

The fat man took his time to look at Ivan, and Ivan smiled at him: "You continue, I will study..."

Ivan quickly found a solution. Since his hands and magic cannot fully cooperate, he completely gave up his hands and used magic to control it. So Ivan used the most natural way to use chopsticks - to separate the two hands, then use magic to fix the target, and use chopsticks to make a clip, which is actually to pull into his mouth.

This is the first time Wu Tong and Fatty have seen chopsticks like this. There is an angle of about 180 degrees between the two chopsticks, and they can even pick up the rice...

Ivan successfully got his first bite of rice with the new method he had learned - it was delicious, much better than bread.

When the Sanxian Tofu came up, Yifan quickly picked up the first bite before the two of them - outside of this, there seemed to be no solution to the conflict.

When Ivan "sanded" the three fresh tofu with thick juice flowing into the mouth, the detection toxin defense barrier that Ivan came with was automatically triggered - this dish was poisonous! When Ivan instinctively spit out the mouth, he quickly guided the juice that had just eaten into his throat with his hands of consciousness. In Wu Tong and Fatty, Ivan spit out the tofu in one mouthful and his face changed drastically.

"What's wrong?" Wu Tong and the fat man were shocked.

Ivan swept over their consciousness in the first moment, it wasn't them who poisoned them.

"This dish is wrong!" Yifan pinched his right finger (this is his standard action for casting spells) and said coldly. He quickly used to detect toxins at the dishes on the table. The results showed that most of the pickled fish had been eliminated by Wu Tong and Fatty. The toxin content was the highest. The magic feedback indicated that it contained unknown chronic poisons...

"Chronic poison?" Wu Tong and the fat man's face turned pale, and their fingers couldn't help but reach into their throat.

The others in the small restaurant were frightened by the behavior of Ivan's table and ended the harmonious meal process one after another. They looked at Wu Tong and Fatty in amazement, not sure whether this was a blackmail or the food was really a problem - the latter was more beneficial to some extent, because it could save money for a meal for people who had already eaten the same food.

The boss and chef with a greasy face was pulled out of the kitchen by the boss's wife. The boss was tall and fat, and he looked like a heavyweight chef.

"What's wrong?" The boss touched the sweat beads on his head and asked with his eyes wide open.

"These two dishes are poisonous!" Ivan pointed to the pickled fish and three fresh tofu on the table.

"Poisonous? What poison? You have eaten half of this dish. Can you still stand here?" The boss was a little guilty when he came out. When he heard the other party say it was poisonous, he jumped three feet high in an instant, and his tone suddenly became tough. It was not a fly or a cockroach. The boss felt relieved in his heart and his waist became much more straight. Poisonous? As long as he can't kill anyone, who dares to say poison? Now the troublemakers are getting less and less advanced, so they don't find a better one if they make excuses...

Ivan used a simple prophecy to the pickled fish; "It's oil that's poisonous, and the poisonous oil is in the kitchen bucket."

"Oil!" The group of people watching the fun immediately changed their faces. Looking at the boiled meat slices on the table, roasted chicken men and others were covered with oily fields, the same word appeared in everyone's minds.

"I know this kid, just a little hooligan, who comes to make trouble. I didn't give it to me when I asked for money two days ago..." Seeing that the situation was not right, the clever boss lady quickly turned her back and tried to make a comeback.

But she still underestimated the strength of the people, or in other words, she underestimated the fragility of people under countless news bombings. Several students on the side rushed into the kitchen as the boss was unprepared. The boss's face suddenly changed, "Okay, you fucking use this kind of oil to cook food!"

A white (that should be said to be black) rubber bucket containing architectural paint latex paint was moved to the hall by a tall and powerful student. It was filled with things similar to oil. There were a few pieces of residue floating on it that could not be seen with their original appearance...

Grooving oil, this incident allowed Ivan to learn another important Chinese vocabulary and cast a shadow on this harmonious treat. When I returned to the Internet cafe, Ivan still couldn't accept it - this was like openly poisoning, but many of the people present at that time dispersed after the boss begged and promised to compensate each person in the audience for 100 yuan. Ivan originally wanted to take action himself, but was pulled back by Wu Tong and Fatty.

"The boss has no choice. Now no one is doing this, it's all unwritten rules..." On the way back, Wu Tong advised, "It's not easy for a young couple to open a store, there's no need to do it too well..."

"Is your life worth this hundred yuan?" Ivan couldn't understand the thoughts of this plane man.

"It's good to be willing to lose money. At worst, be careful next time. Besides, our poison resistance is very high... Boss, rush for one hundred." Wu Tong said, handing over the 100 he had just obtained to the Internet cafe owner.

Poison resistance?

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