"No way! Damn it!"
Liu Song shot up, his stomach rumbling incessantly.
"Toilet! Toilet!"
He could no longer hold it and rushed out of the competition grounds towards the nearest public restroom.
But halfway there,
A series of explosive sounds erupted,
The thousands of spectators present all turned pale, already foreseeing a terrible outcome.
"No way..."
Everyone gaped, "You're a professor at Blue Sea Culinary University!"
"Ah~~"
Liu Song's expression was one of utter relief, as if he had entered a state of oblivion, completely forgetting he was in public.
"Holy crap! Is there a gas leak?!"
"Run! I can barely breathe!"
The crowd erupted into chaos, their faces filled with panic, creating a wide berth for Liu Song.
"Gas masks for sale! Limited quantity! First come, first served!"
Chen Shu's eyes darted, immediately launching his money-making scheme!
"Brother, how much each?"
"Give me one!"
"Me too! Hurry!"
The crowd swarmed, as if they had found saviors.
Chen Shu smiled, "Honest prices, only three hundred thousand each!"
"What the heck, you're ripping us off!"
A passerby voiced their suspicion, "Did you do this yourself? Just to sell some gas masks?"
"En?"
Chen Shu's gaze sharpened as he turned, "You know too much, don't you..."
He shook his head, "Brother, rare things are valuable. Like a cup of water in the desert, it's priceless!"
His expression was calm as he hawked his wares.
The crowd began to disperse, ready to flee.
Three hundred thousand each? Might as well just rob them!
"Everyone, please remain calm! Specialists will handle this!"
The host, covering his nose, announced.
By now, people were already using air purification bottles to neutralize the toxic gas diffusing in the air.
Liu Song, the source of the poison, looked pale, never expecting to lose control like this.
His eyes were vacant as he looked up at the sky, his stomach still churning and emitting waves of noxious fumes.
At this moment, he understood he was about to become truly famous!
The previously numb man began to laugh maniacally:
"I finally got bribed, only for you to make me lose so spectacularly! Hehehe..."
Passersby looked on, muttering, "He's lost it, the gas has made him delirious..."
Soon, the scene was cleared.
Just as the cleanup crew breathed a sigh of relief, Liu Song began releasing gas again...
Finally, an ambulance from Blue Sea City Central Hospital arrived and took him away.
Lying on the stretcher, he continued to spew, a spectacle so grand it would likely leave many spectators with trauma.
"Now that's a true 'Spray Warrior'!"
Chen Shu sighed, surprised that anyone would dare to taste Du Qing's dishes.
The host wore a professional, fake smile and said,
"Alright, although our competition encountered a minor hiccup! Overall, it was acceptable!"
Acceptable, my foot!
The audience stared blankly. This wasn't just a story; it was a disaster!
It was unprecedented for a contestant in the Star Cup competition to produce such a terrifying dish!
"Now, the competition continues! Please welcome our judges to score!"
The four judges pushed away Du Qing's dish as if it were a nuclear bomb, utterly terrifying.
The most outrageous contestants in previous years only had a bit of toxicity in their dishes;
This one had added a bit of dish to the toxicity!
"Their mental fortitude is truly commendable, to still be able to eat the other dishes?"
Chen Shu couldn't help but marvel at how difficult it was to be a judge these days.
Finally, the group gave their scores.
Except for Zhang Dali, who was Black Iron High-grade, the other three were also Black Iron High-grade.
As for Du Qing, he received absolutely no points. If negative scores were possible, he would have definitely earned them.
He had directly sent the judges to the hospital, something ordinary spiritual chefs couldn't achieve...
In the end, the four judges unanimously decided to award the championship to Zhang Dali,
Because his dish was Silver-grade, earning him bonus points.
The championship came with two rewards, both extremely important.
The first was a 10% discount card for Blue Sea Ingredient Company, applicable to all ingredient purchases.
The second was an entry spot for the preliminary rounds of the God of Cooking Cup!
"Zhang Dali..."
Du Qing's expression remained unchanged, he hadn't lost his mind, but instead, he harbored his anger and killing intent in his heart.
He looked at Zhang Dali, who was on stage accepting his award, then cast a deep glance at Chen Shu and the others before quietly leaving the venue.
"This guy is a bit dangerous!"
Chen Shu stroked his chin, contemplating whether to just blow up the Du family.
Unlike the students he had encountered, Du Qing had displayed killing intent more than once. Ordinary students wouldn't be so quick to kill, would they?
In the afternoon,
"Chen Shu, was this your doing?"
A group of people walked down the street, Zhang Dali's smile unstoppable.
He had thought all hope was lost, only to find a new path.
"No idea!"
Chen Shu shrugged and said, "I think it might have been Du Qing's scheme!"
"En? What scheme?"
"I suspect Du Qing wanted to kill the five judges to achieve his unspeakable goal!"
"..."
The three of them twitched their lips. You've got quite the imagination.
"Using laxatives to kill people?"
"Perhaps he's a psychopath who wanted to watch people die from diarrhea! Young Master Du is quite ruthless!"
"..."
"Seriously, Chen Shu!"
Zhang Dali said with a solemn expression, "I believe I could have won the championship! What you did is a bit insulting to me!"
"Dali! I..."
Chen Shu turned to look at him, surprised by his friend's integrity!
"No need to say more!"
Zhang Dali sighed and said, "If there's a next time, I hope you can... turn up the intensity!"
"???"