He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 7 Eating Can Be an Art

On the enormous screen, it was written in the common language of interstellar space.

"Eating".

Li Ji crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows slightly raised, seemingly unconcerned.

Eat, sleep, play games.

Every person on Earth does.

He was determined to get the highest possible score in the makeup exam.

No matter how many points I scored, the recorded score was always 60.6.

But the more outstanding his performance in the makeup exam, the more influence he will have in the subsequent team formation.

He didn't want to be at the mercy of others in the group.

Professor Wilde's expression turned sour once again, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Eating is a biological instinct; all animals need to eat, but the ways they eat differ, mainly depending on their mouthparts.

Oscar Wilde dedicated many years to the study of human behavior on Earth, and she understood that there are innate differences in the ability to imitate behavior across species.

The closer their physiological structures are, the easier it is to imitate them.

The topic of "eating" has always been a difficult problem that has stumped many students.

Humans on Earth eat by swallowing.

However, different foods are processed differently before swallowing to facilitate their passage through the esophagus.

Examples include chewing, sucking, and licking.

Shark's mouth structure is similar to that of humans on Earth, so he has the best chance of answering this question.

Although Li Ji performed amazingly in the last round, his mouthparts are long and thin, and he eats by sucking.

The closest Earth creature to him is the mosquito. It's hard to imagine how he could possibly replicate the chewing motion of a human.

However, given that he got a perfect score in the previous round, he can still pass the make-up exams even if he doesn't pass the next two rounds.

The long, thin strip had been the subject of this question before.

His method of eating is to vomit out his stomach pouch to wrap the food.

He was facing a piece of cream cake, and he opened his mouth wide and vomited up his entire stomach.

The fleshy red stomach wall was uneven and covered with pale yellow gastric acid.

The stomach, like a monster, enveloped the entire cream cake.

"Wait, why are the images in my mind so vivid?"

Oscar Wilde looked around, and everyone's expressions were distorted to varying degrees.

A stern voice came from the holographic projection: "Can you make him stop transmitting these disgusting brainwaves?"

Because it was time to eat next, the long, thin EEG screening device automatically shut down.

Now he can use his brainwaves to disgust everyone to his heart's content.

This was the first time in Li Ji's life that he had experienced such a mind-blowing scene, as if he had personally gone through it. He was constantly worried that he would throw up.

"Li Ji, do you know how to eat? Do you want me to teach you?"

He looked down, and Shark Baby, who was on all fours, was looking up at him.

I didn't expect Shark Baby to be so helpful.

"Look carefully, it should be like this."

Before Li Ji could answer, Shark Baby couldn't help but start demonstrating.

He opened his mouth to 120 degrees, and you could clearly see his snow-white gums and red tonsils.

The gums collided, making a clicking sound, and this continued repeatedly.

Just like a real shark.

It would be better if it didn't have a little boy's face on it.

Who eats with their mouth open at a 120-degree angle?!

Lee Ki kindly reminded him, "You can open and close your mouth a little smaller, and remember to stand up."

Sha Bao didn't question it. He obediently stood up and opened his mouth slightly again.

This time he really looks like a genuine white boy.

Li Ji took a step back and patted the other person on the head.

"That should be fine."

Shark Baby stuck out its tongue with a grin.

"Although I don't know why you know these things, I believe you!"

Li Ji was stunned.

This feeling of being unconditionally trusted is strange, like the fragrance emanating from Professor Wilde.

Unfamiliar yet beautiful.

"Get back to your seats quickly, the exam is about to begin."

The three took their places.

Li Ji suddenly heard the floor tiles under his feet make a clicking sound, and four walls quickly rose up around him, enclosing him in what looked like a small room.

A mechanical table extends from the wall in front of you.

A bowl of Lanzhou beef noodles is served on top.

There were only two thin slices of beef, but the scallions and chili peppers were plentiful and filling.

"The core technologies have been mastered by aliens."

There are various kinds of tableware on the side.

Knife, fork, chopsticks, spoon, and...

"Disposable gloves?"

"Are you treating me like your third brother?"

He decisively picked up the chopsticks and spoon.

Oscar Wilde, standing outside, was watching everything that was happening inside through a one-way mirror.

The three students ate the same food: Lanzhou noodles.

For the long and thin strips, the cutlery used is a fork.

Although it's not the most suitable tableware, as long as you don't choose a knife, you won't lose points.

The thin noodles are picked up with a fork, slurped into the mouth, and swallowed raw without chewing.

"Very good, you were very restrained this time and learned from the last lesson. You didn't spill your stomach inside out."

Oscar Wilde was too quick to celebrate.

The long, thin strip was sucked into the mouth along with the fork without being chewed.

I swallowed it.

Oscar Wilde's head was about to explode.

"If only you had chosen disposable gloves. I could have fooled the judges by saying they were edible."

"How am I supposed to convince him now? How am I supposed to make him believe that carbon-based life forms can eat steel forks?!"

A blue cloud of gas gathered overhead, about to burst forth.

Wilde, still furious, quickly turned to look at Shark.

Shark didn't eat the utensils.

Or perhaps he didn't use any cutlery at all.

He picked up the bowl and poured it into his mouth, chewing it noisily.

Soup and noodle scraps were scattered everywhere, and my shirt was soaked.

But at least he ate standing up, instead of burying his face in the bowl like a dog.

Its mouth wasn't even open to 120 degrees, so it looked just like an Earthling.

The only downside was that he bit off half of the rim of the bowl.

But it's no big deal; what earthling doesn't bite off half of the bowl while eating?

Oscar Wilde decided to take another look at Li Ji's situation.

She had already calculated it, based on Li Ji's perfect score in the first round.

You don't need to pass the next two rounds; as long as your average score reaches 50.5, you can barely pass the make-up exam.

As long as Li Ji doesn't act too ridiculously, I can let him win this round and let him score over 50 points.

She was somewhat surprised when she looked into Lee Ki's room.

"They actually chose a spoon and chopsticks."

"The most suitable, yet the most difficult combination."

"Especially chopsticks, not only do earth experts like me not know how to use them, but 73.46% of earthlings don't either."

"It seems you've really done a lot of research."

"But simply choosing good tableware is not enough."

"The most difficult thing is to overcome the eating habits brought about by the original mouthparts."

Li Ji used chopsticks to pick up the noodles and slowly rolled them into a ball.

This scene left Wilde speechless.

I never expected that Li Jilian had already mastered such advanced techniques for eating noodles.

"Where did he learn that?"

"I didn't teach that!"

Li Ji gently scooped up a spoonful of soup, carefully filtering out the chili oil.

He brought it to his lips and blew on it.

Oscar Wilde grew increasingly fond of the young man before him.

The temperature of this bowl of Lanzhou noodles is around 60 degrees Celsius.

This temperature is too high for the human mouth, so humans blow on it to cool it down before eating.

However, the Barbaradu aliens are very adaptable to temperature, and temperatures between -70°C and 105°C are their comfort zone.

In other words, Li Ji mastered the behavioral patterns of Earthlings. After measuring and predicting the temperature of the soup, he made a blowing motion, achieving the ultimate imitation of human behavior.

Oscar Wilde began to have a bold idea.

"The reason Li Ji doesn't come to class might be because he disdains it. His behavior of only passing the retake exams is a silent protest against the low quality of the professional courses."

(End of this chapter)