"Awesome!" Song Xia clapped her hands. "Brother Cen is truly capable."
"They came out of the closet in such a grand and dramatic way."
Cen Yu: "..."
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Cen Yu suspected that Song Xia was exaggerating, since only people in their department should know about this.
Without saying much, Song Xia handed the communicator to Cen Yu, who then saw a reply on an anonymous forum—
"Congratulations," Song Xia said, "you've become a celebrity."
Cen Yu pushed the communicator away. "It doesn't matter," he said, since he wasn't a public figure anyway.
"However, some of them are curious about who your boyfriend is," Song Xia said, glancing at the replies. "Some people said they've never seen He Xueqing."
"Of course, some people also say that a poor girl's boyfriend must be a poor girl."
Cen Yu was too lazy to refute. The big fat cat lay on his lap and meowed. Song Xia looked at it curiously for a few more times, then reached out, "Is this the main system of that starship?"
"To be precise, it's the main system of the former starship," Cen Yu said.
After officially retiring from the starship, the system temporarily resided at Cen Yu's home, and its usual form was that of the big fat cat that had been seen before.
When the system saw Song Xia reach out his hand, it snorted at him.
"So fierce." Song Xia withdrew her hand and leaned back on the sofa.
Song Dong sat silently next to Song Xia until the projector in the room started playing clips from the celebration. Only then did he look at Cen Yu and ask, "Brother Cen, did you sign up for the intra-school competition?"
Because of the looming threat of insectoid races, even though the Interstellar Federation University is a comprehensive university, like the Imperial Military Academy that Cen Yu attended, it holds intra-school competitions at fixed times.
In previous years, the culinary arts department was always at the bottom of the rankings.
This year, everyone heard that Cen Yu was very good at fighting, so they placed their hopes on him.
“I’ve signed up,” Cen Yu said.
He has now become the light of the entire department, and everyone is counting on him to break through the encirclement—they don't ask for much, they don't expect him to be in the top ten, they just want him to not be at the bottom.
Song Dong thought for a moment, "I've signed up too."
“There are a few people in the mecha department who don’t like you,” he said to Cen Yu. “Brother Cen, you’d better be careful.”
"You don't like me?" Cen Yu wondered. He felt that he had been very low-key and had not attracted any hatred.
Song Dong said tactfully, "They are homophobic."
Cen Yu: "..."
"They're quite retro, aren't they?"
...
"Brother Cen!!!"
As soon as Cen Yu entered the activity room, he saw someone looking at him with teary eyes.
This is the "Food Tasting" club he participated in. The others were responsible for producing the food, while Cen Yu was only responsible for tasting it.
As for why he chose to join the culinary arts department, Cen Yu's answer at the time was quite simple—
"I was terrified of hunger." This, of course, refers to the period of struggle during the apocalypse.
These words further confirmed that Cen Yu was a poor guy from ancient Earth, and everyone in the culinary department felt even more sorry for him. Whenever they made something delicious, they would want to share it with Cen Yu.
"What is it?" Cen Yu asked, putting down his bag.
"I heard the mecha department is planning to sabotage you." The speaker was a baby-faced girl, who was also the president of their club. "Maybe we shouldn't participate."
"We're always at the bottom every year anyway, so it doesn't matter."
The boy next to Cen Yu adjusted his glasses and then placed the files of the mecha students in front of Cen Yu.
"Their mental strength levels are all quite good."
"And unfortunately, the first round of the competition this year is a mecha battle." He looked at Cen Yu. "Neither of us are good at mechas, so the club president and I discussed it and decided that we should just submit our bids."
Cen Yu glanced at the data above, as well as the so-called "wonderful solo kill compilations" from the Mecha Department... He watched all the videos, and the club members next to him were still trying to dissuade him from participating. In any case, everyone in the Culinary Department felt that it was unnecessary to get injured for this.
"No need." Cen Yu propped his head up and handed the documents back to the glasses.
"Huh?" The club president looked at Cen Yu. "Don't be reckless, Brother Cen!"
"They're incredibly bad," Cen Yu said. If they were at the Imperial Military Academy, these guys would probably have dropped out in their first year.
President: "..."
The man with glasses: "..."
I'm even more worried now, what should I do?!
...
Although the intra-school competition is conducted in a virtual environment, if the injury is too severe, it can still harm the operator.
In the first round, Cen Yu drew the free-for-all arena, where everyone was thrown into a map and the last person standing won.
The moment they saw the lottery results, everyone in the Culinary Arts Department closed their eyes.
Cen Yu sat in the cockpit of the mecha. As soon as the competition started, he noticed that three people were rushing towards his position, as if they had planned to target him from the very beginning.
However, for Cen Yu, who had faced the Zerg in Xingdu, these three people were simply too slow.
He piloted the mecha and leaped into the air; his exceptional mental strength made his compatibility with the mecha almost 100%.
In the three people's field of vision, Cen Yu's mecha disappeared almost instantly.
They were already in a rainforest map, with too many obstacles around them... Once they lost their target, they had to be wary of being ambushed.
One of them was about to give an order to the squad not to break formation.
The next second he felt something pierce through his mech—
"Too slow," the man chuckled.
Then, cleanly and decisively, they sliced off the entire head of the mech!
The next two were also almost powerless against Cen Yu. Before they even realized where Cen Yu was, he had already sent them out of the virtual battlefield.
...
He Xueqing had a smile on her face throughout the meeting.
After the meeting ended, some people cautiously observed the "prophet." They all knew his abilities and that he was no longer purely human... Although the prophet usually wore a smile, everyone could see that it was a false mask.
Today, however, the prophet's smile seemed more genuine.
"Let's do it your way," He Xueqing said with a smile.
The others in the meeting breathed a sigh of relief, and then someone tentatively asked, "Is the Prophet in a good mood today?"
"Not bad," He Xueqing said.
Especially when he saw Cen Yu personally shoo away those inconsiderate flies.
Don't think he doesn't know what those mecha-related members who kept saying they'd teach Cen Yu a lesson were doing behind the scenes on the school's anonymous forum.
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