Rebirth as a Cooking God

The highway from Kanagawa to Tokyo.

The tire rubbed violently on the ground, dragging a black mark.

In the car.

The female host who slammed on the brakes, a face with a not-so-beautiful look reflected in the rearview mirror of the car.

"...Your "Must Kill" recipe is not completed, are you planning to return to Tokyo early? "She changed her eyes and grasped the steering wheel with her palm.

"if not?"

Xia Yu was turned upside down by a sudden brake, thinking that there was an accident, and after subconsciously aiming at the car, he saw that there was no car shadow on a straight road in the back, and there would be no tragic rear-end accident. , Did you forget something?"

"I am a high school student and do not return to Tokyo to take the final exam in advance, what should I do with my studies?"

Hearing the words, in the rearview mirror, it was the face of the actress who was shocked. She was speechless for a long time.

The next day.

White Gull High School.

Today, the atmosphere of the second grade of high school is full of dignity. The students who rushed to the classroom have no intention of talking and laughing, and take out the textbooks or class notes one by one to speed up the knowledge review.

A similar scene is not just in the first grade, but also in the second and third grades.

Starting today, almost all neon middle school students are required to take a two- to three-day final exam.

Even if the arts and sciences have been divided since the first year of high school, the neon high school still needs too many courses. From sports to home lessons, don’t think that these small courses are easy to take.

"Yo, Nishimura, early!" Several boys waved to Xicun Yingqi who yawned into the classroom with a smile.

"You guys, didn't you review last night and were busy typing a copy?" A boy asked with a frown, frowning.

The spring semester is coming to an end, Nishimura Yingqi finally merged into the collective, and friends are not limited to Xia Yu at the next table.

"By the way, today's first subject is Mandarin? Modern text? Oops!"

A boy rubbed his hair distressedly.

boom!

Throwing his schoolbag on the desk, Yingqi Nishimura stretched his face and said nervously: "I hope that the exam for the first semester will not be at the bottom!"

The high school student who has recently indulged in online games has lowered his expectations for his performance.

"This guy hasn't come to school in half a semester!"

Then, Ningcun Yingqi glanced at the empty desk next to him. This desk was against the window, and the chair and table were locked together. Fortunately, the hygiene of the classroom was maintained well, and there was no dust on it.

Prepare one month for the super-level assessment.

Prepare another month for the halberd.

After careful calculation, Nishimura Hideki found that this friend was really good.

"The youngest super chef in the history of neon territory..." He scratched his head and shouted the nickname unconsciously. This time, the classroom was quite quiet, and the needle fell instantly.

"When we finish the exam, that is, three days later, at the end of July, the next day after the exam, will the halberd be turned on?" Xicun Yingqi sat down murmured.

The first subject, Mandarin, modern text.

Soon, the teacher took the test paper to the rostrum and waited for the bell to ring, so the unmanned table in the corner was covered with a white paper.

at this time.

The principal of Baiou High School is receiving a first-year boy in uniform who has just arrived to the school in the shoe cabinet of the lobby of the teaching building.

"Chef Xia!"

Chiyo Naoto shouted respectfully, watching the boys put on school uniform shoes.

"Hush!"

"Let's quietly!"

Xia Yu raised a finger, smiled, and walked to the classroom with the schoolbag.

Without going to the front door, Xia Yu pointed to the front door and gestured to the head of Baiou High School. The middle-aged man immediately realized what he was, coughed and pulled his tie, standing at the door with his hand down.

The invigilator in the classroom immediately bowed at the door, and many students looked up and were distracted.

The back door of the classroom was quietly opened, and Xia Yu got in, crouched, and sat down at a place he hadn't patronized for two months. He took out test equipment such as pens and rubber scrubbers, and instantly entered the answering state.

Beside, Xingcun Yingqi, who finally heard the strange noise, raised his head and glanced past, then the whole person was dumbfounded.

Xia Yu ignored him and came too late. He needed to hurry and answer the questions.

The neon high school curriculum is not difficult, the courses are numerous and complicated, but the content is not sophisticated.

The three major subjects of Mandarin, Mathematics and English are points for him. Especially in mathematics, after mastering the [Spice Inequality] after the non-human hard training calculation, high school mathematics is pediatrics.

What's more, the overall improvement of physical quality, now lv35 level, thanks to the increase in mental strength, his learning ability has exceeded the category of learning hegemony, it is simply a humanoid learning machine.

No matter how bad it is, there are some special means...

Xia Yu raised her head slightly when answering the question, and looked at the first tables in the row.

Sakamoto boss is still that Sakamoto boss.

His back view is so conspicuous in the classroom, but Xia Yu's focus is not here. His eyes are fixed on his white test paper that exposes a corner. Opening the [Eye of Dialysis], rows of text suddenly appear clearly on the retina.

"Hey!"

I didn't expect it to work. Xia Yu just tried, and then bowed his head to continue answering questions.

Almost all day, Xia Yu spent the school exams.

Of course, during the period, Xia Yu's coping method was also very simple, hiding in his own dedicated kitchen.

Sitting in the kitchen with a small bench, Xia Yu was answering the phone.

"When did you return to Tokyo?"

Azumi Rina asked over there. She didn't know where to get the news.

"yesterday……"

"Why is there a lot of noise there? Are you in the kitchen?" Erina must be frowning.

Xia Yu only shrugged.

Looking across the wide open window, you can see the school gate of Baiou High School.

The noonday sun was at the head.

At the school gate, there was a crowd of vehicles. A black and squat reporter was holding the rifle and short gun and squatted to guard the school gate.

The crowd even alarmed the Taitung District Police Station. The lighted police cars were crowded on the side of the road. The policemen stood in a row to form a human wall and shielded the white gull high school gate. The vast scene attracted students to watch and whisper. The sound went into the kitchen.

Glancing away from the corner of the eye.

A group of girls actually gathered in the old school building, pointing at the kitchen location, with excitement and excitement written on the face.

It's lunch break, students have a rare respite during the final exam~www.readwn.com~ Unexpectedly, they were torn apart by journalists who were violently smelling like blood.

"Boom! Boom!"

Xia Yu heard the knock on the door and went to open the door, the principal Chiyo Naoto bowed ninety degrees.

Rina Rina took off her sunglasses and said, "All the reporters outside the school are now. Don't show up, otherwise the group of people must have gone crazy and hit the cordon. The minister has called the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department to let them send more people to come and guarantee white Ou Gao's mid-term final exams are conducted normally!

Xia Yu looked apologetically at Chiyo Naoto.

"Sorry, principal, I did not expect these media to be so terrible." Xia Yu apologized.

Chiyo Naoto wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, but he couldn't tell the bitterness in his heart.

More than just outside the school.

The group of students heard the news that the young chefs returned to colleges and universities to take the final exams, and all of them were crazy. Fortunately, the Chiyo generations had already prepared, and they called teachers to conduct emergency meetings to restrain the students by class, so that the order in the school was barely guaranteed. (To be continued.)