The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Having said that, she no longer cared about aristocratic manners and drank most of the cup in small sips, her cheeks flushed with a faint, sweet blush.

Yumily, standing to the side, was already happily drinking her second Sprite.

Seeing that Annabelle was enjoying her drink, he stopped arguing and just focused on gnawing on the ribs and picking at the side dishes, leaving his plate piled high with food.

The noble girls watching from all around were itching to see what was happening and began whispering amongst themselves.

"That bubbly drink looks delicious! Just the sweet smell is tempting."

"He can cook and also create this unique beverage; how many more surprises does Xu Feng have in store?"

"If I could have a meal with him, I would have no regrets in this life."

The Eloin siblings at the next table witnessed this scene, their expressions growing increasingly complex.

Silas stared wide-eyed at the Sprite bottle in Xu Feng's hand, muttering to himself:

"Not only his cooking skills, but he also has unique recipes for drinks... Just how many skills does Xu Feng have up his sleeve?"

Eloun's fingertips gripped the embroidery on her cuffs, her delicate brows furrowed, and layers of anxiety surged within her.

She had diligently practiced court etiquette and aristocratic speech for years, believing herself to be able to navigate the world of royalty and nobility.

But in front of Xu Feng, all those assets that they were so proud of seemed to have become useless.

The mere thought of herself rolling up her sleeves, getting covered in cooking oil, kneading dough, and cooking made her scalp crawl.

Prince Charles would certainly be displeased if his hands, which he had carefully nurtured since childhood, developed calluses from the fire and food.

But right now Annabelle is clearly captivated by the delicious food and novel drinks, and without replicating this approach, they have no chance to approach and strike up a conversation.

"Do I really have to learn to cook?" Eloun sighed softly, her mind filled with conflict. "I can't fail the task the princess entrusted to me, but if I ruin the skin on my hands, it won't be worth it..."

Silas, however, saw things clearly and patted her on the shoulder:

"Sister, anything is possible. We can find a professional chef to learn from."

"I don't need to cook for long periods of time myself. As long as I can make similar dishes and mix this kind of sparkling drink, I can get closer to Princess Charlie and Princess Annabelle."

Eloun remained silent, her gaze fixed on the three people chatting and laughing in the center of the table, her plans completely overturned and rebuilt.

At the dining table, seeing that both of them liked Sprite, Xu Feng simply pushed the entire bottle of chilled drink to the center of the table and said with a smile:

"There's enough. If you need more, I'll get more from the kitchen."

Annabelle's eyes crinkled as she turned to look at Xu Feng, her voice soft and sweet:

"I find you very interesting, and every day with you is full of new surprises."

As she spoke, she deliberately reached out and gently bumped Xu Feng's glass, the clinking sound ringing out.

Seeing this, Yumi immediately moved her cup over as well, squeezing herself between the two of them, her little head scanning them back and forth.

Yumily seemed a little unhappy.

So this is what it feels like to push your own brother away!

She started to regret it.

She stood between the two of them, her small mouth bulging with flesh, looking as if no one could get close to Xu Feng alone, and said expressionlessly:

"The drinks are mine, the food is mine, and my brother is mine."

Xu Feng was both amused and exasperated. Facing his little sister, whose left and right hemispheres were seemingly locked in a battle of wits, he affectionately reached out and ruffled her fluffy hair.

"No one's going to take it from you, eat slowly, don't choke."

Yumi grabbed Xu Feng's hand that was stroking her head, squeezing it until it cracked, and said with dissatisfaction:

"Touching your dear sister's head like that, do you want to die? My foolish brother."

Xu Feng's face started to twitch from the pain of his pinching.

What happened to the super beast's supposed immunity to pain?!

Why is he in so much pain?

This child is so cute!

Annabelle, amused by Yumily's possessive behavior, chuckled and placed a soft, sticky pastry on Yumily's plate, her eyes full of indulgence.

The enticing aroma of food mingled with the sweet, bubbly scent of Sprite wafted through the cafeteria, drawing a crowd that lingered for a long time.

Watching this warm and lively scene from the corner, the Eloin siblings felt even more strongly that completing the princess's mission was a long and arduous journey, as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

After eating in the cafeteria, there were no classes in the afternoon.

Xu Feng returned to the vampire castle and looked at the red-haired beauty who was fast asleep on the bed.

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then gently embraced the red-haired beauty, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked elegant, gentlemanly, and unfathomable.

As for why Xu Feng did this, it was simply because he felt it was very classy.

He activated his skill and summoned one hundred fake student council elites.

The fakes immediately lined up in two rows in the vampire queen's palace.

The leading pseudo-elite bowed respectfully and said:

"Great and supreme Bloodthirsty Gentleman, have you summoned us in need of our help?"

When the fake elite saw the Bloody Gentleman elegantly holding a skull in his arms, he immediately felt that his boss was incredibly classy and cool.

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then spoke elegantly and calmly:

"More or less! I do need your help. By the way, how are you feeling physically? Have you experienced any discomfort since arriving in this higher-dimensional world?"

In truth, Xu Feng wasn't entirely confident either, since even the elite pseudo-humans in the student council only had less than 2 points of physique during his time in the Pseudo-Human Academy instance.

If we really reach a higher dimension, and the physical constitution of my subordinates becomes 0.2 or even 0.1, wouldn't they be even worse than trash?

How can such weak subordinates work for him?

Upon hearing this, the leading elite imposter honestly replied:

"My Lord, you have finally regained your memories and returned to the Upper Realm. We do not feel any discomfort; on the contrary, we all feel full of power."

Xu Feng was even more confused. What memories? Why hadn't he recovered any of them?

Although he had some guesses about the fact that the Pseudo-Human Academy had fallen from a high-level dungeon to a low-level dungeon.

But he never expected that the Pseudo-Human Academy was actually a copy that had fallen from a higher-dimensional world.

In other words, the fake people in the fake people academy were actually originally very strong?

Clearly, judging from the extremely respectful manner of these imposters, they must have mistaken him for someone else.

However, Xu Feng didn't feel guilty. It was just a bunch of ingredients; what was there to be guilty about?

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then asked directly:

What is your current constitution type?

The pseudo-elite replied very respectfully:

"My lord, my current physical condition is seven points."

Xu Feng was somewhat stunned; how could someone possess so many physical attributes?

These fake elites from the student council that I summoned are quite formidable!

It far exceeded my expectations!

Xu Feng coughed twice, trying to remain calm, and said in his deepest, most magnetic voice:

"Very good, what's your name?"