Really? I'm fighting the Dark Emperor.

Chapter 21: A Guide to Cooking Potatoes with an Alcohol Lamp in the Dormitory

midnight.

For those who are still awake, this is undoubtedly a very sinful time.

During this time, a person's stomach may not necessarily be hungry, but their mouth and heart will.

Duck, who has a regular sleep schedule, was sleeping in bed. The two people who were awake groped around in the dark, searching through drawers and cupboards, but couldn't find even half a loaf of bread.

"Little radish, what should I do? I'm so hungry."

Of course, she wasn't hungry; she had eaten quite a lot during the day, whether it was rice or apples.

Ruibosi remembered the two potatoes that Genny had given her.

"Want some potatoes? But we don't have a pot in the dorm, so it seems like we can't cook them."

With her two eyes as witnesses, Ya Ya took out two alcohol lamps and a box of matches.

"Now there is."

Hmm, roasted potatoes sound better than boiled potatoes.

However, the flame from the alcohol lamp was too weak, making the potatoes roast very slowly.

Without any peeling tools, the potatoes were covered in pits and marks from their digging.

Actually, potatoes are a little easier to peel after being roasted over a fire, but they just didn't have the patience to wait.

Sacrificing a little presentation is perfectly fine if it's to get food faster.

"It's so slow."

The potatoes were too small to be broken apart by hand. I poked a pen into the middle and slowly turned it over the fire, but it was hard to say how long it would take.

I have class tomorrow.

"The fire only roasts the outermost layer of the potato, right?"

The faint firelight reflected in her eyes, and her expression was as serious as if she were doing a monster studies problem.

Ya Ya nodded; clearly, they were thinking the same thing.

Since the fire only heats the outermost layer of the potato, the outermost layer will be the first to cook.

So, it's okay to eat the cooked part first, right?

Hmm... it's a bit hard and a bit astringent, not very tasty.

But on a night like this, even if the food isn't very tasty, eating it is still a very satisfying thing.

A new semester, a new beginning, a new day, let's introduce our new classmates.

Today, Director Pa seemed somewhat angry, guided by a strange intuition...

No, it was more of a self-awareness; Genny felt that the anger was directed at himself.

What did he do?

No.

That must be because Director Pa was in a bad mood and just randomly found someone to vent to.

When new classmate Xia Guanglei introduced his greatest hobby as doing a good deed every day, Jianni realized that Ruibusi had not come to class today.

Not only Rui Bu Si, but Ya Ya also didn't come.

"Alright, that concludes the self-introductions for the new students. Today, I have an important new school rule to announce—"

"From now on, no one is allowed to take away the alcohol lamp from the Potions classroom, and it is also forbidden to bake any food in the dormitory."

Who would use an alcohol lamp to bake food in their dorm room for no reason?

"Lieyan Jianni!" Just as he was thinking this, he was caught off guard when Director Pa called out his name.

"To!"

"And you, what are you doing, running off to the little garden to dig up potatoes for no reason?!"

I even gave the potatoes I dug up to my classmates. I really... wrote a 1000-word apology, due this week!

"what?"

"do you have any opinion?"

He has, he has a lot of opinions.

Under Director Pa's watchful gaze, he had no choice but to swallow his opinion:

"Yes, sir..."

When Ruibusi arrived at the classroom full of energy after morning classes, she saw Ginny biting his pen, looking completely at a loss.

"What's wrong?" Why is he looking at her with such a resentful gaze, as if she has done something to offend him?

"The potatoes I gave you yesterday."

Genny used keyword reminders.

Rui Bu Si suddenly realized:

"Oh, that one, you ate it."

But it seems you dug up that potato before it was fully grown, so I went to the infirmary and just got back from there.

Of course, there's another crucial point—the potatoes weren't fully cooked, and she and Ya Ya ate them.

"Ya Ya's reaction is a bit more serious. She's still lying in the infirmary and I reckon she won't be able to go to class today."

He suddenly couldn't utter any words of blame.

Genny himself never imagined that the potato would be eaten.

He was simply preoccupied with Rui Bu Si's words, and since he had some free time during the break, he decided to go and look for her in the small garden.

He just happened to find them, dug up three, and gave one to the old lady who studied magical botany.

"So, it was Genny who dug up potatoes in the little garden, gave the potatoes to you, and you and Sprout ate the potatoes, ended up in the infirmary, and in the end, Genny had to write a thousand-word self-criticism because of the potatoes."

Having figured out what had happened, Lan Bao suddenly understood. He couldn't say who among the three was in the worst situation, and could only sigh:

"Luckily, I was in the infirmary yesterday."

"Oh, so potatoes really can appear in the school's little garden."

No wonder he felt so smug when he read the potato yesterday. Miya Xing casually found an empty seat next to them and sat down, somewhat curious:

"Are the potatoes from the little garden delicious?"

After thinking for a while, Rui Bu Si shook her head: "If you don't feel nauseous, want to vomit, or have diarrhea after eating, the taste is actually not bad."

Once you have these feelings, even if it tastes good, it won't be that great, especially since it wasn't particularly tasty to begin with.

A scream suddenly came from the classroom door. Several people turned to look, and Rui Busi only saw a scene like something out of an idol drama before Rui Rui collapsed into the arms of a strange classmate.

Oh? A new classmate?

At this moment, Miya Xing poked her:

"You've met your match!"

?

What competitors are they competing against, and what are they competing for?

She immediately admitted defeat.

I don't like competing with others for things.

"Xia Guanglei's hobby is 'doing a good deed every day'."

Do one good deed every day?

Charity work at the Moe Academy is already difficult enough, and now someone is trying to take it from her?

For no apparent reason, Xia Guanglei, who was being thanked by Ruirui, suddenly sensed hostility. He turned his head and saw a girl with her puffed-up cheeks.

Miya Xing, standing next to the girl, grinned as if she had successfully pulled off a prank.

Seeing Xia Guanglei approach, Rui Busi's dislike became even more obvious.

"Since you all like doing good deeds, why don't you just do them together?"

What's so great about stealing something like this?

Genny didn't understand. He stared at the paper with only a few words on it, slumped onto the table, utterly dejected.

"Why don't one of you help me finish writing this self-criticism?"

He had no idea where he went wrong, even after writing a thousand words!

When the teacher of magical botany received the potato, he praised him for his inquisitive spirit, saying it was something worth learning from.

Review?

Rui Bu Si shook her head decisively. As a spirit stone, she should act within her means. Let others do this good deed.

"A self-criticism is only meaningful if it is written down from one's own sincere remorse; asking others for help is not advisable."

I thought it would be something serious, but it turned out to be a conflict over doing good deeds. Xia Guanglei smiled gently and said:

"However, if you have any questions about the format and wording of a self-criticism, feel free to come to me."

Formatting, wording—isn't that just writing out the process of the event yourself and then adding up the word count for the rest... polishing, you can ask him to do all that, right?

Genny felt like he had met an angel.

The "angel" turned to the other side, and under Miya Xing's curious scrutiny, he bent down and extended his hand:

"Hey classmate, do you also like doing good deeds? If you don't mind, can we do it together?"

Let's do good deeds together?

Doesn't that mean he does the work, watches from the sidelines, and still receives genuine gratitude from his classmates?

Looking at him now, Rui Bu Si's gaze was as eager as when she first looked at Ginny and Lamb on the first day of school. She smiled, revealing her pointed little tiger teeth.

"Okay!"

Miya Xing, standing to the side, could vaguely see the devil's small pointed ears on her head.

He glanced at Xia Guanglei, whose face was full of sincerity, then turned his head away, using the Rubik's Cube in his hand to hide the smile on his lips, without saying anything to remind him.