Douluo Dragon King: Here we come! Golden Dragon King!

After a morning of practical training, Tang Wulin felt that his stomach had shrunk to the size of a sheet of paper.

As soon as Ye Yingluo announced the end of the morning's classes, he shot off from the training field like an arrow.

He could walk the road to the intermediate department cafeteria with his eyes closed.

Before the start of the semester, he stayed at the academy with Wu Changkong for a few days. He didn't remember anything else, but he remembered the location of the cafeteria better than anything else.

The intermediate-level canteen is located in a three-story building next to the main teaching building. It doesn't look new, but it's clean and tidy.

The three floors correspond to the six grades: grades one and two are on the first floor, grades three and four are on the second floor, and grades five and six are on the third floor.

The cafeteria is spacious, but there are no chairs, only rows of neat long tables.

This is a rule at Donghai College: students must eat standing up. It's said to be to increase students' sense of urgency and prevent them from getting sleepy while eating comfortably.

Tang Wulin didn't have any objections to this; whether he ate standing up or sitting down, his appetite wouldn't change.

A few early-arriving students were already standing at the tables in the cafeteria, eating their meals.

There are three windows on the wall directly opposite the main gate, with wooden plaques bearing the characters A, B, and C hanging on them respectively.

Meal A is fully paid and uses the best ingredients. It is said that there are also medicinal meals specially prepared for high-level Soul Masters, and one serving costs thousands of Federal Credits.

Meal B is partially paid, and the ingredients are quite good; one serving costs 300 Federal Dollars.

Meal C is completely free and unlimited. Today, the aunt behind the window is carrying tray after tray of steaming hot buns onto the table, while the iron bucket next to it is filled with steaming vegetable soup.

Tang Wulin bumped into two familiar faces as soon as he entered the cafeteria. Yun Xiao was holding an empty plate and standing in line in front of the Class C food window. Her thin and small figure was almost squeezed out of the crowd.

Zhou Changxi stood next to him, his face still bearing the faint bruises left by Xie Xie's kick, but his spirits were good. Because his family situation was not good, he could only afford Class C food, so he was particularly curious about the food in Class C.

"Yun Xiao! Chang Xi!" Tang Wulin walked over and patted the two of them on the shoulders.

Yun Xiao pushed up his glasses and gave him a smile. Zhou Changxi then casually patted him on the shoulder in return: "Tang Wulin! How was the practical training this morning? Yun Xiao and I couldn't see anything from Class 5's side, we could only hear the ping-pong balls going off in your Class 1's training field."

"It's alright."

Tang Wulin brushed it off casually, then asked, "Which class did you two get assigned to? I only know that Changxi went to Class 5 because of that incident."

Zhou Changxi's face fell, clearly not wanting to dwell on his glorious deeds of being punished for fighting.

Yun Xiao picked up the conversation for him: "I'm also in Class 5. My soul power level is only level 12, which is definitely not high in Class 1, but it's not bad in Class 5."

"What about Xie Xie?"

"He's also in Class 5."

"Xie Xie?"

Yun Xiao pushed up her glasses and said, "That guy has the highest cultivation level in Class 5, with a soul power level of 18! He could totally get into Class 1."

Tang Wulin nodded. With a soul power level of eighteen, he was considered one of the top students in his class, except for a few exceptional individuals. If no conflict occurred, Xie Xie should become his classmate.

"I didn't expect Xie Xie to be so skilled; no wonder he could take down Zhou so easily..."

Before they could finish speaking, a figure carrying a plate brushed past them.

Xie Xie carried the plate to an empty table in the corner and only glanced at them once from beginning to end.

It wasn't a deliberate act of contempt; rather, it was more like casually glancing at a group of unfamiliar people as he passed by. Afterward, he put down his plate and ate alone.

Tang Wulin glanced at the food on his plate; it was a meal of the first type.

A single meal costs 1,000 Federal Dollars. Although it's a bit expensive, there's a reason for the high price: it has a direct beneficial effect on a Soul Master's cultivation.

Tang Wulin has a large appetite to begin with. If he ate Class A food every meal, the portion size would be enough to bankrupt an ordinary teacher in advance.

Tang Wulin silently did some mental calculations, then turned his gaze away from Xie Xie's plate.

He had a clear understanding of his own dietary needs. The allowance given by the teacher was ample, but if he used it all to eat only the first-class meal, it wouldn't last a day.

He went straight to the C-class food window and joined the queue.

Today's meal was simple: palm-sized steamed buns filled with meatball-like fillings that sizzled with oil with every bite. There was also a bucket of vegetable soup that you could scoop as you pleased.

And most importantly, there's plenty!

Tang Wulin thought this was great. There was no limit to the number of steamed buns, so he could eat as many as he wanted, even thirty or fifty, and no one would stop him.

And most importantly—that old Deng won't come to steal it.

The Golden Dragon King's pickiness about food is directly proportional to his ability to boast.

Every time Tang Wulin eats something even slightly decent, this old man pops into his mind and steals his taste experience with all sorts of absurd reasons.

"Let me try it for you," "The meat quality is terrible, let me assess it for you," "Your way of eating it is an insult to food!"

Then Tang Wulin discovered that he could no longer taste the food in his mouth, while the Golden Dragon King smacked his lips in his spiritual sea.

But the Golden Dragon King didn't even glance at things like steamed buns and vegetable soup.

Perhaps they felt it was beneath the dignity of the King of Divine Beasts to eat steamed buns, or maybe they simply didn't like the taste.

In any case, for Tang Wulin, this was the full-service, do-not-disturb mode.

He held the plate through the window and filled it with eighteen steamed buns in one go, then ladled out a bowl of vegetable soup.

I found an empty spot, picked up a steamed bun, and took a big bite.

The buns have thin skins and generous fillings, with meat juices bursting in your mouth; the chefs at Donghai College's cafeteria are indeed quite skilled.

Tang Wulin swallowed the first bun in a few bites and then grabbed the second one.

"I'm starting!"

He shouted in his heart and began a desperate struggle against hunger.

But once he started eating, he was insatiable! Before long, Tang Wulin was surrounded by students, for no other reason than that this guy could eat too much!

Zhou Changxi always considered himself a big eater, capable of consuming a lot, having already eaten over 20 steamed buns before feeling completely stuffed. But Tang Wulin devoured over 50 steamed buns! And he even served himself several large bowls of vegetable soup!

Is this really big enough for a human stomach to hold?!

Even his classmates from Class 1 gathered around, marveling at his appetite.

When Tang Wulin walked towards the window of the Class C restaurant again, he ordered another 20 steamed buns and returned to the original spot, once again surprising everyone around him.

"Was this guy... a reincarnated starving ghost in his past life?!"

Even the usually aloof Xie Xie learned about his roommate's astonishing appetite from the crowd.

In the end, Tang Wulin successfully set a record for the number of steamed buns in the intermediate department cafeteria, with a total of eighty-nine, plus five large bowls of vegetable soup!