The course was a success, more successful than Huai Shi had imagined. What he didn't expect was that, in addition to the classroom, this course had also caused an unexpected craze in the Ivory Tower.
The development of Hell was like a dark abyss hanging under a rope.
Once you left the border, you would never know what was waiting for you below. No amount of preparation could be too much, and sometimes, even if you were fully prepared, you would still encounter unexpected situations.
No matter how powerful a Sublimator was, they were still humans in the end. Humans had weaknesses, and no matter how strong they were, they would still have shortcomings. The only thing a Sublimator was stronger than an ordinary person, other than having a soul and resistance to Hell's corrosion, was the various abilities from the Sacred Mark.
Even Celestial genealogy Sublimators, who specialized in the Abyss, would often stumble in an inconspicuous small place when exploring.
In some Hells, when there was no light, everything would be swallowed up by the darkness and disappear. In some places, even the slightest bit of light or sound would attract unimaginably terrifying predators.
In the ever-changing or eternally unchanging Hell, if one wanted to survive longer and return victorious, one had to be extremely cautious. The experience gained through blood, sweat, and tears, as well as sufficient preparation were the most important.
Sometimes, strength was the last thing on the list.
Under such circumstances, every explorer could be called a wilderness survival master, and they were filled with an instinctive desire for any skills that could help them survive better.
For example, Huai Shi's Hell Cooking class.
The things in this class were not rare, and many of them were things that Huai Shi had learned from the Undead Bird Lucian of the archeological team. There was also a lot of research on the edible properties of Abyss plants. Otherwise, it would be impossible for everyone to know what could be eaten.
But the strangest thing was how to know which of the commonly seen plants in Hell that were inedible could actually be eaten under necessary circumstances, as well as how to eat them without worry.
For a long time, these things had been passed down among the explorers as tricks and secrets. They were not widely spread and made public, and sometimes they contradicted each other, and there were even some mistakes.
What Huai Shi did was just rely on his expertise in botany and Hell Cooking to distinguish and organize again. When it came to finding ingredients in the Abyss, no one was better than the Hell Cooking Demon.
After combining the experience of the senior Lucian and the suggestions of the general of the Heavenly Dog Mountain, Longshan Fang, Huai Shi came up with 41 ways to deal with it.
If he really wanted to find more, he could definitely find more, safer, and even richer menus. But if he did that, it would be meaningless.
It didn't require the skills of the Culinary Demon. Ordinary Sublimators could understand and use it. If they didn't have any tools, they could even make a fire. It was a simple processing method.
He didn't need uncommon materials. He only needed the most common plant species in each region, or even the kind that could grow quickly if he couldn't find them.
The most important thing was that it was simple, convenient, and there would be no mistakes. He wouldn't kill himself while trying to survive. As for the taste and texture, he would have to wait a little.
Therefore, it was no surprise that this thing tasted bad …
After class, the group of students who had the courage to try it were carried out with tears streaming down their faces, and their mouths were still talking nonsense. It seemed that the shock they received was not ordinary.
Huai Shi didn't expect that the vice-principal didn't express any anger at him for taking the initiative to add private goods. He just looked deeply at Huai Shi, turned around, and left.
His expression was as expressionless as ever.
It was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. But Huai Shi always felt that he seemed to be angry all year round.
He couldn't afford to offend him.
Then, in the afternoon of that day, Huai Shi's doorbell was about to explode with people ringing it.
First, the students and instructors of the school's Hell Walking Tour and the Abyss Extreme Survival Club came to visit and invite him to a special class. Before he could finish, a few chefs from the cafeteria had already come to learn from each other, as if they wanted to join in.
Not long after, a general from the Yingzhou Inn came to the door and respectfully handed over his name card. He said that it was an order from Senior Brother Long Shan Square that Mr. Huai Shi was going to do something big and wanted him to be an assistant. He was even willing to serve tea and water … After that, the four registered Cooking Demons of the school came to the door together, including the White Jade Restaurant of Dongxia and the Holiday Café of America.
Even the committee of Hell's Demon Chefs Competition specially called. From the sound of it, one could feel that the people on the other side were laughing so hard that they couldn't close their legs. They said, "Mr. Huai Shi, your idea is nice. Do it well, do it big, and vigorously promote the food culture of Hell among the young Sublimators …"
After asking for Huai Shi's recipe, they reminded Huai Shi to hurry up and make a complete version. Then, they quickly upgraded Huai Shi's Demon Chefs' license by one star.
He was a blank Demon Chefs, and he inexplicably became a one-star one just like that?
Although he didn't know what was going on, Huai Shi couldn't refuse such benefits that were delivered to his door.
In any case, he took the lead and contributed some of his ideas. The other official Demon Chefs and a few Abyss explorers who came from all over the world began to brainstorm. In the end, even the archeological team joined in the fun and sent a commissioner over.
Two weeks later, before this month's issue of the magazine "Hell's Survival Guide" appeared, a temporary supplement was issued. It was an 800-page supplement called "Have You Eaten?", which included 417 simple Abyss dishes that wouldn't die from eating.
On the title page, there was also a half-body portrait of Huai Shi smiling foolishly.
Who asked him to be the first to take the lead, and his image was the best …
It was said that the follow-up publication was also in the pipeline, and it had already been set as one of the teaching materials by many development and training organizations. And after evaluation, within the next five years, all the participants would be able to share the correction value of 0.03.
The organizing committee of the Demon Chefs' Competition also used this step to show their presence, and opened up a small, low-end market for the Hell's Cooking Demon Chefs' skills outside the originally extremely high-end area.
The follow-up business plan was carried out in an orderly manner, but this had nothing to do with Huai Shi. He was just the beginning, and it was already good enough that he was given the correction value. If there were manufacturers who valued his recipe and wanted to mass produce it, he might be able to earn another sum of money. But for the time being, he didn't plan to pay attention to these things.
For two weeks, he was running back and forth between his own classroom and the office that he had temporarily applied for from the school. He was so tired that he was about to die, but there was no delay in either.
But the most important thing was that a month had passed since the start of the school year.
The only official classroom was about to be filled.
But there was no suspense.
Apart from Huai Shi, who had done so many things after entering the school, who else had the ability to compete?
For the first half of the month, he had kept a low profile. Then, he had suddenly flattened the sea fishing club of the Howler's family, leaving an eternal shadow in the hearts of a group of young minds. He had even sent a teacher to Shambhala for treatment.
In the next half of the month, not only had he made some achievements in the hands of the usually strict vice-principal who disliked Huai Shi, but he had also advanced to a one-star Cooking Demon, almost opening a new class in the Ivory Tower, and also made a great contribution to the development of hell. Even the archeological team was considering nominating Huai Shi for the Explorer of the Year selection this year.
Although it was destined to be only a nomination, a nomination was already very impressive.
Did you not see what kind of animals were competing for the Explorer of the Year this year? Lucien, the archeological expert who had just conquered hell at a depth of 24 and successfully excavated the relics of authoritarianism from the Kingdom of Eternal Darkness; Suwo Hanzhang, the legendary lone ranger who had revived the Sumerian lineage through the exploration of the Akkad Rainbow Gold Ship; Robin Delanat, the archeologist who had dedicated his life to the development of the abyss and had now died in hell … Even his natural enemy, Chuhai, who regularly threw out important papers and archaeological discoveries every year.
Being able to bask in the glory of the big shots at the end of the list of 100 people was already giving you a lot of face.
Under such circumstances, even if the people in the teaching and research office were all blind, there was no way they could bypass Huai Shi and give out the official classroom slots.
Otherwise, there was no need for Huai Shi to be dissatisfied. The people who got the slots could consider resigning themselves. Everyone was a person who cared about their reputation. Why should they suffer such great shame for no reason?
Moreover, the teaching and research office had never had any prejudice against Huai Shi.
Therefore, after comparing the performance of several new teachers, they made the right choice without any surprise. This was simply not worthy of other people's surprise and admiration.
In the face of absolute results, making such considerations did not even require a brain. As long as one's eyes were not blind, everyone knew who would end up in the end.
During this process, a sad episode happened.
The youngest 13-year-old scholar in history, registered as Mr. Martin Liquid, was eliminated in the first round — by his own teacher.
He did not even appear in the final round.
After all, there was a difference in age. Huai Shi was an 18-year-old adult, and everyone could accept it. How many people could accept a 13-year-old child as their teacher?
Even if the premise of age was ignored, Martin was not a very easy person to get along with, and few students could keep up with his thinking.
It could only be said that this was the sadness that only geniuses could feel. Except for the other teachers, no one could understand his classes. His disdain for ignorance and his resistance to stupidity further reduced the number of students who were already scarce.
In the end, even without other people's advice, he already knew that he did not have the talent to be a teacher at all.
Or at least, he did not have it now.
Therefore, when Huai Shi went on stage to receive the award, his eyes were full of grievance, anger, and stubbornness. It was shocking, and his eyes were red.
Just as the colleagues in the teaching and research office applauded, Huai Shi held the trophy in his hand, turned around, and calmly walked down the stage. When he passed by Martin, he could not help but pause for a moment. He sympathetically patted the little boy's shoulder and softly comforted him.
Looking at Martin's stubborn look, Huai Shi could not help but sigh. He smiled and suggested,
"Do you want to touch my trophy?"
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