When he arrived in front of Song Zixuan, Cheng Hao raised his head slightly.

"Song Zixuan, what are you doing?"

Song Zixuan looked serious, as if he hadn't heard Cheng Hao's words, and said, "Why don't you gather?"

This sentence made Cheng Hao stunned.

Don't talk about whether he is willing to gather, he doesn't know the key at all.

Now it seems that he has been removed from the list in Class 6, and no one has notified him.

Of course, even if he is notified, he will not come.

"What did you say?"

"I ask you, everyone in Class 6 has gathered, why don't you come?"

Cheng Hao frowned and looked at Song Zixuan and said, "Why am I here? Song Zixuan, if you have the ability, you can fire me. At worst, I won't stay in the Food Academy."

When Kong Shaolong and others were moved when they heard this.

After all, Cheng Hao is their boss, even if he was before... they don't want to see Cheng Hao really be driven away.

"Teacher Song, blame me, I didn't inform Boss Cheng..."

"Shut up!"

Song Zixuan suddenly glared at Kong Shaolong.

Suddenly, no one dared to speak again.

They had learned about the teacher's temper. When they confronted him again, they were either beaten or punished...

Song Zixuan walked slowly towards Cheng Hao and said coldly: "Cheng Hao, according to the rules of Class 6, you should be punished."

"childish!"

Cheng Hao said casually.

"Or...If you really don't want to stay in Class 6, I can let you leave." Song Zixuan said.

Cheng Hao snorted coldly and said indifferently: "Whatever, I accept it, you can apply to the hospital for firing me."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan smiled slightly: "Exit? I'm too lazy to make such a big noise. This way, Cheng Hao, you can choose to go to another class."

"Of course, I will try my best to get you back to Class 2 or Class 1 of the West College, which is the best class in our college."

Hearing this sentence, Cheng Hao was stunned.

I have to say that his request for Song Zixuan to fire him was actually annoyed.

If he really leaves the food academy, he really doesn't know what he should do in the future.

But if you go to Class 2 or Class 1 of the West Hospital, it is actually better to drive him.

"Song Zixuan, you did it on purpose!"

"Yes, I am, what's the matter? I'm the teacher in Class 6, and I have the final say!"

Song Zixuan raised his head and said, his face full of domineering aura.

Cheng Hao looked at Song Zixuan, his aura was not inferior at all, and he clenched his fists tightly.

But he knew in his heart that he could not take action.

At least Fang Rui stood there, and the Song Zixuan in front of him was almost unshakable.

"I won't go."

"I am a teacher. I ask you to go. If you don't go, you have to go!"

"you……"

"Cheng Hao, I can give you a chance."

Cheng Hao said nothing and looked at Song Zixuan with his eyes, as if he was signaling him to continue speaking.

"If you win, I won. I will no longer care about you in the future. You can live the life you want."

"But if you lose, I'll let you go to any class, and you can only obey."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hao was silent.

Although he hadn't touched the fried spoon for a while, he felt confident.

Not to mention Class 6 of the East College, even if the students from the West College challenge him, he would never take it seriously.

After a moment, he nodded: "Okay."

After Cheng Hao finished speaking, everyone present was shocked.

Cheng Hao agreed to the competition...

In other words...he is going to take action?

Among the people in Class 6, less than ten people know Cheng Hao’s status in the academy.

Even so, they believe that Cheng Hao's cooking skills may have regressed unimaginably after not cooking for so long.

However, more people looked expectant and wanted to see how this master from Class 6 really cooked.

Among these people, Song Zixuan also includes.

The reason why he created this emergency gathering today was Cheng Hao.

Song Zixuan nodded: "Okay, tomorrow morning, in the cooking room, I will find someone to compete with you."

Cheng Hao glanced at Song Zixuan when he heard this, and said nothing, so he walked towards the dormitory.

Then, Song Zixuan disbanded the team, and everyone dragged their tired bodies back to sleep.

Seeing everyone leaving, Song Zixuan finally set his eyes on Cheng Hao's back.

Sang Tianshuo on the side said, "Master, where are you playing?"

"Tianshuo, you will compete with Cheng Hao tomorrow!"

"Okay, Master, don't worry, I'll use that cold dish to do it with him tomorrow!"

Song Zixuan shook his head: "No, Cheng Hao is not Huang Tao, I want to convince him of losing!"

"Ah? Master, why not cook cold dishes?"

Song Zixuan gently bit his lip: "Five Soup!"

...

The morning after tomorrow, Song Zixuan prepared a soup stock of Wudao Soup.

As for the main material, Sang Tianshuo's knife skills should be able to be made soon.

It can be said that you can just follow the cooking steps of Xunfengyuan.

As for this ingredient bag, Song Zixuan also asked Sang Tianshuo to secretly carry it with him, and he just needed to put it in at the critical moment of cooking.

Cheng Hao also had a rare early morning. He arrived at the classroom at around 8 o'clock.

When everyone in Class 6 was stunned when they saw Cheng Hao coming to the classroom.

You know, it is too difficult to see the boss in the class in this place.

In the past year, except for Kong Shaolong and the students who were close to Cheng Hao, everyone else had almost never even seen him, let alone in the classroom.

Cheng Hao walked to the back row, found a seat and sat down, raised his head slightly, and looked at the front with a cold face.

Perhaps even when facing students from the West College, he still has this arrogance.

Duanmu Yue looked back at Cheng Hao: "Meet again."

Cheng Hao nodded with a hint of awkward smile.

"I heard about what happened last night. Did you make a bet with the instructor?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yue chuckled: "Then you are brave enough."

Duanmu Yue still has some understanding of Song Zixuan.

Even if he is not sure about his other abilities, at least he knows that this is a person who is not sure of not doing it.

Cheng Hao ignored this sentence.

When faced with the students in the class, they often looked back at him and turned a blind eye.

He just lowered his head and played with his cell phone, waiting for a while for the competition.

Song Zixuan just walked into the teaching building now, and he was naturally sure that he was sure to be successful. A student had the most talent and defeated the Five Daochun... I'm afraid it was not that realistic.

"Zixuan, what's going on with you? Your class is going to compete again today?"

Baylor asked.

Song Zixuan smiled: "As long as Cheng Hao is taken down, Class 6 will really develop normally. I believe that this class can really be brought up."
To be continued...