Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

Chapter 11: Chapter 9: Eating Pheasant, Trouble Comes Knocking

"A Vacant Land Card?"

Chen Chong was intrigued. It was another brand-new type of Card.

Most importantly, this Card’s effect was to expand a 10-square-meter patch of empty ground.

’Ignore terrain... Does that mean I can create it anywhere?’

’What about in a cramped space like the dorm?’

He wasn’t sure. He’d only know the actual effect once he tried it.

After he put the Card away, Xu Jun, who had witnessed Chen Chong find yet another Card, was utterly shocked.

"You found another Card? No way, Brother Chong, are you using cheats?"

Recalling Xu Jun’s honest confession from the previous night, Chen Chong smiled and said, "You guessed it. I have intel."

"Tch." Xu Jun scoffed, clearly not believing him.

"It’s true," Chen Chong said again.

"Who are you trying to fool? Are you using my own lines from last night against me?"

Xu Jun still didn’t believe him. He just figured Chen Chong had sharper eyes and had spotted the Card.

After all, he’d found one himself. This stuff was all about luck.

"Let’s go, Brother Chong. Maybe I’ll find another one today too. I need to keep my eyes peeled this time. Who knows, there might be one in some nook or cranny..."

Watching Xu Jun walk away, Chen Chong gave a helpless smile. ’I’m telling the truth and he still doesn’t believe me. Can’t blame me for this one.’

He followed after him.

Wang Biao followed close behind...

For a while after that, the three of them wandered through the jungle, but Xu Jun still hadn’t found the second Card he was dreaming of.

Seeing that it was getting late—it would be dark in three hours at most—the three decided to head back first.

After all, their haul for the day was already substantial: three Cards, two pheasants, and a good number of wild kiwis.

Because they couldn’t process the food in the dorm and needed to fetch water, the three went to a safe eddy by the river before heading back.

They gutted the pheasants, plucked their feathers, and washed them clean. They didn’t even waste the edible organs, packing everything up.

After fetching two buckets of water, they returned to the school through the south entrance, which was a side gate.

Compared to the main gate and the back gate, the side gate had almost no students, which suited Chen Chong just fine.

After all, Wang Biao had long hair and was bare-chested. He was over 1.8 meters tall and covered in toned muscle; at a glance, he clearly wasn’t a normal person.

The fewer people who saw him, the better.

Soon, the three of them were back in their dorm room.

Taking a pair of scissors from a locker, Chen Chong looked at Wang Biao and asked, "I’m going to cut your hair for you. You don’t mind, do you?"

"You may do as you wish, Sir." Wang Biao did not object.

"Alright." Chen Chong didn’t waste any words and got straight to it.

As a circle of hair fell to the floor, Wang Biao’s long hair was transformed into a clean, neat short haircut in less than half an hour.

"Not bad! I never knew you had a talent for barbering, Brother Chong. That short hair makes him look so sharp," Xu Jun chimed in with praise from the side.

Chen Chong was also very satisfied with his handiwork.

It had to be said, compared to when his hair was tied up, Wang Biao’s rugged face seemed better suited to short hair. It made him look even more formidable and sharp.

Next, Chen Chong took out the clothes left behind by their other two roommates.

Since the other two roommates were into street style, their clothes were all extra large, long, and baggy, which fit Wang Biao’s tall frame perfectly.

After changing, Wang Biao was a completely different man.

Aside from being more muscular, a bit tanner, and a bit older, he was now indistinguishable from a modern person.

"Thank you, Sir!" Looking at his new appearance in the mirror, Wang Biao was also very pleased. In his excitement, he dropped straight to his knees.

"See? You’re kneeling again." Chen Chong’s face darkened.

"Er..." Wang Biao got up awkwardly, cupped his fist again, and said, "Thank you, Sir."

"That’s more like it." Chen Chong smiled. "Don’t kneel anymore in the future. And when you want to thank someone, you don’t need to cup your fist. Just say it. We don’t have some of those customs here. You’ll get used to it over time."

"I understand," Wang Biao nodded.

Just then, Chen Chong saw that the Loyalty Value next to Wang Biao, which was originally at 80, had risen by a few points to 85.

Without saying anything more, Chen Chong just smiled.

"Alright, time to eat!"

"Time to eat!"

When it came to food, Xu Jun was the most excited.

Having not eaten meat for two days, he had been thinking about the pheasants the entire way back, practically drooling.

He was also the most proactive when it came to cooking.

Soon, both pheasants were stewing in the pot.

This included the organs they had brought back with them: the heart, liver, intestines...

The pheasants weren’t large. Compared to plump domestic chickens, they looked quite lean after being plucked and cleaned, so two of them didn’t amount to much.

Besides, there were now three of them, and with no refrigerator, the prepared ingredients would surely spoil if left out for too long in this weather. So they decided to cook them all at once.

Anyway, with the vast Primitive Jungle at their backs, resources were plentiful.

With Wang Biao around, even if they couldn’t say how much game he could hunt, he could at least guarantee the three of them wouldn’t go hungry.

So, they weren’t as worried about cooking as before.

As the firewood burned and the pot boiled, the unique aroma of chicken soon filled the entire dorm room.

When the wind blew, the scent drifted into the air, spreading indiscriminately toward the several men’s dormitory buildings.

In a certain dorm room...

A student, faint with hunger, lay on the top bunk. He hadn’t eaten all day.

Suddenly, his nose twitched. He smelled meat.

His once-listless eyes suddenly gleamed with a green light, like a weasel’s.

’How... am I smelling chicken soup?’

But then he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

’We’ve been transported to this godforsaken place. How could there possibly be chicken? Let alone chicken soup.’

’Don’t tell me someone is raising chickens in their dorm room?’

’I must be hallucinating from hunger. But this hallucination feels way too real...’

In other dorms, there were guys who smelled the meat, confirmed they weren’t hallucinating, and guessed that someone must have hunted an animal.

They frantically followed the scent, desperate to find who was cooking.

They weren’t asking for a bite of meat—if they could just get a sip of the broth, they would wake up from their dreams laughing.

However, no matter how hard they searched, they couldn’t find the source of the aroma, and could only rage powerlessly where they stood.

Similar scenes played out across the three dormitory buildings...

"It’s been half an hour. Ah Jun, bring the seasoning."

"Ready and waiting!"

Fresh ingredients don’t need much seasoning. Chen Chong only added a little salt.

He gave it a stir with a spoon, had a taste, and—it was divine!

Bowls in hand, the three of them eagerly began to pick out the meat.

Before long, the pot was empty.

Only a pile of bones remained on the floor, and even the broth was more than half gone.

"Delicious! So delicious! I never realized chicken could be this good. That was awesome." Sitting on the floor, Xu Jun rubbed his noticeably rounder belly, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

Chen Chong agreed. "It really is good. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been eating so poorly these past two days, or if pheasant just has a more unique flavor."

"If you like it, Sir, I will go hunt two more tomorrow," Wang Biao said with a smile.

"Sounds good!" Chen Chong and Xu Jun nodded in unison.

"It’s just a pity I don’t have a longbow. If I did, I could hunt much more than just pheasants for you, Sir. My efficiency would be much higher," Wang Biao said, a hint of regret on his face.

Hearing this, Chen Chong didn’t say anything, but his mind was already scheming how to get a bow and arrow for Wang Biao.

「Meanwhile...」

"You’re sure you saw Chen Chong come back?" In dorm room 635, Du Ming asked, sitting on the edge of his bed and smoking a cigarette.

"I’m sure. He got back an hour ago. If you hadn’t gone to see the president, Brother Ming, I would’ve told you right away," a skinny young man replied with a sycophantic smile.

Taking a deep drag from his cigarette, Du Ming raised an eyebrow, a cold smirk appearing on his lips.

’You’re finally back. Chen Chong, Xu Jun, don’t blame me. Blame yourselves for being unlucky.’

With that, he flicked his cigarette away forcefully and stood up, heading out of the dorm.

The other students on the beds and chairs followed close behind him—a group of a dozen or so people.

The menacing group marched toward dorm room 603, where Chen Chong and the other two were...

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