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Everything seemed to be going very smoothly.

The next day,

The disciples of the Fenglei Sect ran a marathon from their residences to the finish line canteen.

Song Hemian carried an empty mustard seed bag and obediently held a menu in her hand.

He read the menu directly:

"Uncle, please get me fifty beef buns, fifty pork buns, eight servings of fried rice, and two bowls of wontons. Three of the fried rice dishes should be spicy, and five should be non-spicy. All the wontons should be beef..."

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The cafeteria worker, looking bewildered, served him his meal, watching as the boy stuffed one dish after another into his food bag, then ordered two steamed buns for himself before happily skipping away.

The cafeteria worker couldn't help but sigh, "Kids these days are under so much pressure, they're eating so much more..."

The marathon route is from the disciples' residence to the dining hall, and then from the dining hall back to the disciples' residence.

Around noon, Yunxi had just woken up when she received the takeout delivered by Song Heming. Her eyes lit up, and she happily said, "Thank you, thank you! You're such a kind person!"

It wasn't that I was deliberately making things difficult for Song Heming; some things just taste better when they're freshly bought. Although storing them in a mustard seed bag won't change them much over time, the taste will still be slightly different after a long period of time.

Yunxi said that she only eats freshly made food.

Song Heming didn't mind bringing them takeout, patting his chest casually, "It's okay, I'll bring you takeout every day from now on."

"!!!"

A Lu Xiwu dog passing by heard the sound, quickly shifted its gait, and awkwardly appeared in front of Song Heming, asking expectantly, "Could you bring me one?"

Bringing a few portions isn't really a problem~

Xiao Song didn't care. He said magnanimously, "Sure, sure, I'm a professional."

Lu Qiwu's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a whole new world.

The Fenglei Sect has a large area and its disciples' residences are relatively spacious. Now, with the Five Sects Grand Competition, in addition to the original disciples of the Fenglei Sect, there are nearly 500 people living here.

Xiao Song's takeout business spread by word of mouth.

So...

One morning, Song Hemian happily ran a marathon as usual, and as usual, he was the first person to arrive at the cafeteria.

The boy took out a densely packed menu, flicked it down, and revealed two whole pages, more words than the Lingxiao Sect's application to withdraw from the sect.

"Uncle, one thousand beef buns, one thousand pork buns, eight hundred servings of fried rice (three hundred of which should be spicy), three hundred pork wontons, three hundred beef wontons... all to go, thank you."

"!!!"

The cafeteria worker unexpectedly encountered a sugar daddy and had the illusion of becoming rich overnight.

So much so that the sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect had just finished personally instructing his disciples when he stepped into the cafeteria and was immediately stunned by the long queue, leaving him with three question marks above his head.

"Is the food taking so long to be served today?"

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect pulled over a disciple nearby, who said helplessly, "Our senior brother bought up everything edible in the cafeteria."

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "!!!"

That afternoon, some rules, though late, were still observed.

Disciples of the sect are prohibited from delivering food.

Upon hearing the news, Yun hope and Qi Jue's little faces immediately fell, looking utterly aggrieved.

Song Hemian was scolded, and with three little bags on his head resembling those from Crayon Shin-chan, he helplessly stuffed his entire portion of food into his head.

Song Hemian said, "I'm sorry, it was my master who was too inconsiderate."

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "???"

Qi Jue raised two fingers, looking aggrieved, and poked them against her chest: "I just want a hot meal~"

Yunxi also felt the same way.

The little girl whimpered, "You know, I've never had parents since I was little, and my only great-grandmother was confiscated by your Fenglei Sect, and they still haven't returned her to me..."

The Sect Master of the Wind and Thunder Sect: "????"

Yunxi raised her head slightly and fired starlight at the elderly sect leader.

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect was so frightened that he drew his sword and performed a show out of thin air for the group, chopping all the little stars into pieces.

He coughed and said somewhat awkwardly, "Rules are rules. The Wind and Thunder Sect is not a place for you to slack off."

After saying this, the old sect leader rode on auspicious clouds and ran away as fast as he could, afraid that the young girl would say he was too soft-hearted.

As I ran...

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect suddenly stopped, tilted his head, and muttered to himself in confusion, "Where did this great-grandmother come from?"

The sect leader is gone, and the delivery drivers have been banned.

Qi Jue was very unhappy and so dejected that she only ate thirty steamed buns and a bowl of wontons during the meal, then sadly refused to eat any more.

"..."

Song Heming's lips twitched; he couldn't bear it any longer, so he offered a suggestion: "How about... you run with us every morning? You'll have food when you get to the cafeteria."

Xiao Song looked innocent and extended an invitation.

Qi Jue decisively declined his invitation.

The boy's face fell, and he grumbled, "I hate the Wind and Thunder Sect."

Lu Qiwu leaned closer and coaxed, "Don't be sad! The next competition won't be held by the Fenglei Sect. The next competition will be held by our Wuji Sect!"

Qi Jue: "..."

Qi Jue seemed even more frustrated, and stretched out his hand to Yun hope: "Sell me a noose, please."

Lu Qiwu: "..."

Thinking of the "delicious food" in his own sect, Lu Qiwu had to admit that he had enjoyed every meal at the Fenglei Sect during this period, and he was almost reluctant to go back.

but……

Lu Qiwu also felt, "The Fenglei Sect's canteen is just too far away!"

Song Hemian pursed his lips in grievance and nodded in agreement.

suddenly,

Song Heming's mind lit up, and he said, "I have a plan, but I don't know if I should say it."

Several foodies looked up together.

He scratched the back of his head and said shyly, "Master always says that I'm running faster and faster lately, so we can consider adding more weight."

Qi Jue didn't understand: "What does this have to do with eating?"

Song Hemian looked at him, sized him up, and was quite satisfied with the boy's height and weight.

the next day.

Song Hemian carried a Qi Jue and completed the marathon.

Qi Jue was able to have a meal in the cafeteria as he wished.

However, Xiao Song's abilities are limited; he can only carry one little foodie.

This isn't a big problem...

After all, Song Heming felt that as the senior disciple and chief disciple of the sect, he should naturally lead all his junior brothers and sisters to make progress together.

He wants to shoulder the burden with his junior brothers and sisters...

then……

The sect leader of the Wind and Thunder Sect, watching his naive and innocent disciples become mounts for others, tearfully wrote down a new rule: [Carrying people to the cafeteria is prohibited.]

Song Heming had a new bump on his head, and he shrugged helplessly, "I'm really out of ideas this time."

A cloud-like creature emerged.

After so many days, she had a new understanding of the terrain of the Wind and Thunder Sect, and a huge lightbulb appeared above her head.

The little girl took out one, then two...

Twenty wheelchair trial packs were enthusiastically promoted: "Mountain wheelchairs, suitable for climbing mountains and wading through water, only five thousand spirit stones each."

"Genuine products at fair prices, honest and trustworthy, young and old alike."