Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

After a morning of classes, they went to the central square together after taking a nap.

At a glance, colorful heads were gathered together. The last time I saw such a grand occasion was at the opening ceremony. As expected, the people in the student union put on their work uniforms and maintained order at the scene. Aecilia pulled her roommate and squeezed into the crowd with difficulty, and then the two of them were in an awkward scene where the surrounding light was blocked by the people around them. Look at each other.

They raised their heads together and could only see people's shoulders and necks.

The world is bustling and noisy, but they are the only ones who find it noisy.

"I feel so sorry,"

Aecilia said calmly.

"It has brought down the average height of students in a certain college for us."

Angelia frowned and replied. She subconsciously put her finger to her mouth, and was stopped by an arm appearing from the sky.

"It's unhygienic to chew on your fingers."

His face was reddish, and there was a slight breath in his anxious tone. It was obvious that Lucius came here in a hurry.

"I'm going to deliver documents to my brother first. Look at her, Ecilia! She went to the hospital because of this when she was a child!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he ran forward in a hurry, leaving behind Angelia's whispered reply: "It was all a long time ago..."

Ecilia, who suffered double injuries, smiled and held her fingers that moved up subconsciously.

The two of them wandered for a long time in the crowded and tall crowd, unable to find their way. Before Aecilia decided to take out the smart network and start navigation, the crowd was suddenly separated into a lane, and the light in front of the two of them became inexplicably brighter. Young Master, they looked up and saw that the student union members headed by Ernest were walking this way. They were setting up isolation strips along the way. When they passed by, Ernest said in a businesslike tone:

"The seniors line up on the left, and the juniors line up on the right."

As if they had received the imperial edict, the student council members behind him howled at the top of their lungs:

"The lower grades should go to the right! The upper grades should consciously lean to the left to prevent a stampede!"

……

They moved to the right side of the isolation belt honestly and obediently.

But they still couldn't avoid the gaze focused on them.

"Is this the new student this year?"

"So short, hahahahaha, we didn't need to be separated like this when we were in first grade."

"One of the junior students inside is a rabbit. She is considered very healthy at this height. The other one...she is a human! Maybe she is malnourished?"

"Hmm? It's been a long time since I've seen a malnourished person. Let's take a look!"

Ecilia, who always received attention gifts for various strange reasons, clenched her fists.

Credits activities officially begin at three o'clock and are expected to last until nine p.m. At 2:50, five dark blue water curtains slowly rose side by side. The crowd lined up in front of the water curtain in a crowded and orderly manner. Every time a hundred people entered each water curtain, there were student union members to stop them. One person, then a hundred more seconds later.

"So this time it's a hundred-person dungeon... it must be very lively!"

"I didn't expect that everyone is so confident in their cooking skills, hahahahaha."

"It's better to say that I feel confident in my ability to survive. I can already imagine the freshmen hugging their heads and crying during the extra points week. Jiejiejiejiejiejie!"

"Hehehehe, the college has released the freshmen again. Not separating us from the freshmen's activities is the biggest test for the freshmen."

"I'm going to find some first-grade kids to tease and tease me later, hahaha!"

"The freshmen didn't mess with me!"

"Kids, let's cook well after we get in~"

"You guys are rolling around -"

After Angelia entered the water curtain, Aecilia, who was lined up behind her, took a step forward and was stopped by members of the student union.

"Please wait for the next copy."

Aecilia looked at Angelia helplessly and waved goodbye to her.

The student union member in front of him operated the smart network for two or three seconds without raising his head, and then said:

"go in."

Aecilia then ran over with a click.

In a blink of an eye, she stood in a beige space. This solid-colored space was so spacious that she couldn't see the edges when looking around or upward. Several lines of text that were so huge that they almost occupied her entire field of vision floated in mid-air:

1. You can get one credit by completing a dish and being rated "satisfied" by the tasting professor.

2. There are hidden options for obtaining credits, please explore them freely.

3. Start thinking about your recipes. The following are the ingredients and condiments provided in this copy.

Densely packed small words spread out under this line of large characters, changing categories according to her thoughts.

Aecilia was stunned for only a second before she began to enter the state.

Her cooking skills can only be said to be average. There is no problem in supporting herself, but she cannot be said to be exquisite. So to be on the safe side, pick the one you are best at.

She swiped through the interface in front of her and listed eleven items in total: "Chicken Legs", "Salt", "Cooked Starch", "Light Soy Sauce", "Dark Soy Sauce", "Oyster Sauce", "Cooking Wine", "White Sugar", "Clear Water", "Onions" and "Oil" Dragging into the private taskbar in the upper left corner of the field of view, after clicking "OK", her recipes were fixed in the upper left corner of the field of view. There was a small box to be checked behind each item. After the task was checked, the task It will automatically sink to the bottom of the taskbar, which is very protective of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Crowds gradually filled the space. After the 100th person entered the dungeon, the entrance to the dungeon closed and the ten-minute countdown began.

"Ask students to decide on their own recipes within ten minutes."

The students who came later hurriedly traced their fingers in the air, looking for the ingredients they needed. Those who came early - like her - began to observe the people around them.

The purpose is to differentiate between senior students. Although she didn't know how this hundred-person dungeon was going to proceed, putting the senior students together with first-year lambs like them... it was really difficult to evaluate. Anyway, she needed to be careful and careful.

If you can't beat someone, there's no shame in it. If you run fast, you won't be beaten.

In fact, it is easy to find the senior students in the crowd. Those with playful eyes and eagerness to look around, fixing their eyes on every weak student who is full of curiosity, confusion, and hesitation, but is not tall and has no outstanding temperament. The one on his body must be from a senior year.

She secretly memorized the faces of these people and decided to hide as far away as possible for a while. They must be a very dangerous source of threat.

The countdown reached zero, and the radio broadcast resounded to every corner of the space:

“Ding ding ding ding~ The 100-player copy of “Love Cooking” is about to begin! Are you ready to show off your skills in the first credit activity of the new semester? Now, let’s go to another space to start the challenge~”

As soon as he finished speaking, the space in front of him shattered like a mirror, and a new space arrived as promised.