I just became Superman, and the American evil god's experiment was exposed.

Food Research Society.

Several people were busy writing slogans and hanging banners at the entrance.

The stainless steel stove was piled high with fresh ingredients, including seasonal vegetables and a variety of lean and fatty meats, clearly indicating a generous budget.

Only Lu Qinghe could be so arrogant.

"Whose bottles and jars are these? Stack them up neatly for me!" Lu Qinghe directed as she processed the ingredients.

The members each performed their duties, and the sounds of chopping vegetables and stirring made the scene particularly chaotic.

All these meticulous preparations are just for the campus cultural festival tomorrow.

"Chen Ze, you're finally here." Lu Qinghe quickly stepped forward and pulled him to the dining table.

On the dining table, ten dishes were arranged in a row, each with a different color—red, green, and yellow—and each was served on an exquisite white porcelain plate.

"Please taste the dishes for me and pick out the five that taste the best."

Chen Ze swallowed hard. Although he had just eaten more than a dozen hamburgers not long ago, his digestive ability was indeed strong, and he actually felt a little hungry again.

Perfect timing, let's take this opportunity to replenish our nutrition.

The preparation work was the most troublesome, so Lu Qinghe even asked people from the video studio for help.

Surprisingly, Yang Wei and his team were exceptionally proactive this time.

During their conversation, a subtle sense of melancholy lingered in their voices.

After the campus cultural festival, some members will go their separate ways to intern in different cities.

I'm afraid we'll never have the chance to be so busy together like this again.

the next day.

The campus cultural festival has officially begun.

In the square in front of the teaching building, the main road was lined with booths from various student organizations.

The sounds of hawking, laughter, and music rose and fell, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

This cultural festival was open to people outside the school, so many passersby came after hearing about it.

The Food Research Society's booth was set up at the very front. Under the blue tent, several tables were pushed together, and on them were neatly arranged the dishes they had carefully developed.

However, the presentation of these dishes is quite counterintuitive.

The colors were so vibrant they were almost eerie, a mix of green and purple, purple and blue, and some were irregularly shaped, as if they had been randomly kneaded.

Most passersby only glanced at it curiously before hurrying away.

Occasionally, someone would stop, hesitate for a moment, and then shake their head and leave.

The stall seemed rather deserted, standing out from the bustling surroundings.

"Senior, are we not going to fail to sell a single item today?" one of the club members asked dejectedly.

Lu Qinghe glared at him. "If we really can't sell them, you can eat them all."

"Then never mind."

Chen Ze volunteered to hand out flyers. It didn't matter if he couldn't get the flyers out; the important thing was to reach more people.

Just then, a figure wearing oversized sunglasses walked towards them.

"Junior."

Yang Wei took off his sunglasses.

"This semester is almost over, have you decided where you'll do your internship?"

"No." Chen Ze shook his head.

He hadn't really thought about it yet, but he knew that Yang Wei's sudden question meant he must have something on his mind.

Yang Wei mentally organized his thoughts and said, "I'll be getting my graduation certificate soon. After that, I plan to set up a video studio, and Su Xuemei will most likely be interning here. Do you want to come over too?"

"Well..." Chen Ze didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"No rush to answer, take your time to think it over. I'll go get busy now." After saying that, Yang Wei went to help organize the vegetables on the stall.

Although the dishes developed by the Food Research Society actually taste good, their presentation is too counterintuitive, which deters many people.

An hour passed, and still not a single customer had made a sale at the stall.

Lu Qinghe leaned against the tent pole, bored. She looked at the empty stall and then at Chen Ze, who was still handing out flyers. She walked over slowly.

"Chen Ze, you're about to be a senior. Have you thought about where you'd like to do an internship?"

Come again?

Chen Ze thought to himself, "You're not here to win me over too, are you?"

Are you planning to open a studio too?

"I haven't decided yet," Chen Ze replied truthfully.

"That's perfect. Have you ever thought about coming with me?" Lu Qinghe looked at him with a smile.

"Senior, are you also opening a studio?" Chen Ze didn't answer, but instead changed the subject.

"The studio?" Lu Qinghe paused for a moment, then realized, "Didn't Yang Wei contact you and ask you to go to his place?"

"My senior did tell me about going to his studio."

Lu Qinghe sighed softly, "To be honest, my family owns a company."

Chen Ze nodded, his eyes showing little surprise.

He had secretly investigated before and found that Lu Qinghe's family business was quite prestigious, a private enterprise specializing in advanced technology that was among the top in the country.

Lu Qinghe continued, "Originally, I didn't want to rely on my family, which is why I started the Food Research Society. I wanted to achieve something based on my own interests, but now it seems I've failed."

Seeing her slightly disappointed look, Chen Ze comforted her, "Senior, actually, the food you make is quite delicious."

Lu Qinghe smiled with relief, "Even if it really tastes good, what's the use? Nobody dares to try it. So after graduation, the food research club..."

"Senior... the Food Research Club can't disband, it can't be without you." Chen Ze pretended to be reluctant to part with you.

"Disband?" Lu Qinghe rolled her eyes, speechless. "When did I say I was disbanding the Food Research Club?"

"Not disbanding?" Chen Ze's tone was full of surprise.

"Mm." Lu Qinghe nodded.

"Then why are you acting like it's a matter of life and death?"

Do I have one?

"No?"

"Okay." Lu Qinghe took a deep breath, composed herself, and said seriously, "What I want to say is that I'll hand over the Food Research Society to someone else. I need to go back and take over the company."

"Are you sure we're not in Versailles?" Chen Ze smirked.

Lu Qinghe ignored his teasing and her expression turned serious. "Back at the company, I'm planning to set up a food research and development department. Would you be interested in joining us?"

"This..." Chen Ze feigned hesitation.

"I'll talk to Yang Wei; he won't dare to compete with me for his person." Lu Qinghe said with a hint of confidence.

"Can I think about it?"

"certainly."

After Lu Qinghe finished speaking, she turned around to greet the occasional passersby.

Chen Ze sighed.

To be honest, having someone you know help you find an internship is definitely a good thing.

However, he didn't want to go to either place.

The reason is simple: Yang Wei and Lu Qinghe are acquaintances and have had a lot of contact with each other on a regular basis.

However, as he continues to strengthen his body, the changes will definitely become more and more obvious, and these subtle abnormalities will be easily noticed by acquaintances.

So he already had a plan in mind: to find an internship at an unfamiliar company to avoid trouble.

I was just thinking about it.

A scream suddenly came from not far away.

Chen Ze looked in the direction of the sound and saw a girl being knocked to the ground by several tattooed young men, spilling her drink all over the ground.

The young men apologized verbally, but their eyes blatantly scanned the girl's chest.

Chen Ze's gaze did not linger on the girl for long, but gradually moved upwards, settling on the top of the young man's head.

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