No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Mu Zhixi's lecture was more like a self-study session than a formal lecture.

The words "Sanctuary Church" on the blackboard hadn't been erased yet. Zhou Xiang stood by the podium for a long time, holding the blackboard eraser, but he didn't dare touch those four words.

He turned to look at Mu Zhixi, his posture so respectful it was unlike that of a homeroom teacher; he was more like a worshipper who had forgotten to bring offerings when going to a temple to burn incense.

Mu Zhixi sat on a single chair to the left of the podium, with a cup of hot tea brought by the principal beside her.

Her intention was simply to make her presence known.

It seems that the brushing has gone too far.

The principal led the grade directors to stand outside the door, Zhou Xiang stood by the podium, and several faceless directors peeked out from the window to listen.

The players below sat up straighter than those at 8 a.m., each taking notes. Even Cheng Xiaocheng, who only knew how to answer questions with his fists, wrote three lines in his notebook.

Surprised, Mu Zhixi extended her senses to the surroundings and took a special look.

First line: Sanctuary Church.

Second line: Sister Ran said to stop fighting among ourselves.

Third line: If you don't know what to write, just draw a cross.

Mu Zhixi choked: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Very good, spreading faith should start from childhood. Although the drawing skills of this doll are really terrible.

Gu Wenzhou's notes were much more professional.

Instead of copying every sentence verbatim, I sorted out several conclusions in my notebook.

[The Sanctuary Cathedral appears to be a large guild, or perhaps a faction.]

Miss Ran holds a high position in the Holy Domain Church and possesses greater authority to intervene than the principal in the Faceless School.

[According to known information, the Sanctuary protects those who have gone astray and opposes meaningless mutual harm. The conditions for joining are unknown, but are estimated to be related to trust and completing church tasks.]

This is what you call a high-quality public relations professional!

Mu Zhixi was quite satisfied at this moment.

She can write press releases without any training. If she started a company, Gu Wenzhou could easily become a brand strategy director.

Cheng Xiaocheng isn't unusable either; she'd be suitable as part of the atmosphere team, responsible for spamming the comments section with "Sanctuary is awesome!"

There is a division of labor and a closed loop.

The more Mu Zhixi thought about it, the more it made sense, but she still kept a straight face. It was truly a rare sight; for the first time, she felt that being expressionless was such a wonderful thing.

She put down the chalk, and although she had only said a lot of nonsense, she still pretended to say, "That concludes today's lesson."

Before the players below could react, the principal at the entrance quickly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, you've worked hard."

As soon as the words were spoken, the grade head led the teachers behind him to bow. The row of faceless teachers moved in perfect unison, their imposing presence palpable.

The players were about to get up, but seeing this scene, they stuck their butts back into their chairs.

"Holy crap, long live Sister Ran!" Cheng Xiaocheng muttered to herself.

Gu Wenzhou closed the notebook: "Say less."

"I'm just showing respect." Cheng Xiaocheng immediately sat up straight, casually revealing her perfect test paper. "Then I'll quietly cheer."

Mu Zhixi's expression was somewhat complicated; she had heard the two people's discussion clearly.

There's no need for such flattery.

She got up to leave, and just as she reached the door, the principal came to greet her with a stack of documents.

"Your Majesty, this is the afternoon's schedule."

Mu Zhixi glanced at it.

[Integrated Practical Lesson: Dining in the Cafeteria.]

[Teaching Objectives: To cultivate students' sense of obedience, discernment, and collective honor.]

[Special Rules: Food must not be wasted, refused, or questioned during this lesson.]

Mu Zhixi stopped in her tracks.

In a normal school, the word "cafeteria" represents queuing, fighting for food, and the auntie's shaky hands.

In the faceless school, it probably represents another kind of aunt's shaky hands. When she scoops up a spoonful of rice, there's not much rice, but a lot of fingers.

She asked, "Who's in charge of the cafeteria?"

The principal immediately replied, "The cafeteria director is in charge and is skilled in nutritional planning."

Nutritional balance?

Mu Zhixi recalled the communion dish at the Red Moon Church, where the creatures crawled all over the floor. It seemed the world had a serious misunderstanding of the word "nutrition."

The principal was still enthusiastically promoting the cafeteria: "Our school cafeteria adheres to three principles: finish your food, eat cleanly, and obey orders."

Mu Zhixi was speechless. This sounded like an interrogation room where people were tortured to death, the kind where they were subjected to inhuman torture to extract confessions.

She flipped through the documents; the cafeteria rules were written in great detail.

1. Every student must finish all the food on their plate.

2. If you find anything in the food that doesn't belong to you, please return it to the cafeteria.

[3. If you see your own face on your plate, don't panic; it's a reward for outstanding student performance.]

Mu Zhixi saw the third one and moved to Bengbu.

Anyone would be confused if they received this bizarre reward.

The players below also saw the cafeteria rules, and the classroom immediately became so quiet that you could hear pen caps rolling on the ground.

"Can I apply for a hunger strike?" Cheng Xiaocheng asked dryly.

Zhou Xiang turned his head: "Fine. A hunger strike is considered a refusal to obey, and the cafeteria director will personally force-feed you food."

Cheng Xiaocheng still bowed and smiled apologetically: "Then forget it. Actually, I've had a pretty good appetite lately."

Gu Wenzhou looked at Mu Zhixi. He wasn't the only one; most of the players in the classroom were staring at her.

These people have developed a conditioned reflex: when in doubt, they consult the big shots.

Mu Zhixi received a great deal of expectation and sighed silently in her heart.

Leeks are too sticky, which isn't a good thing either.

Deep down, she didn't want to care too much about the players' lives or deaths. She, Mu Zhixi, only became the school chaplain because she wanted a position that allowed her to roam freely throughout the school.

But with so many eyes watching, the facade of being a good person still needs to be maintained.

After quickly calculating the costs in her mind, Mu Zhixi closed the file and said in a pretentious tone, "I'll go take a look."

The principal immediately got excited: "Your Majesty wants to inspect the cafeteria."

"The cafeteria really needs a serious overhaul," Mu Zhixi said calmly.

The canteen at Wulian No. 1 Middle School is located behind the teaching building.

An old banner hangs at the entrance.

Endure hardship first, then enjoy the meal. Only by enduring the greatest hardship can one achieve the most cunning.

"Wow, is this saying really that widespread?" Mu Zhixi thought to herself, marveling at how strangely trendy this place was.

The line of students stretched all the way to the cafeteria entrance.

The first player received his plate, looked down at it, and almost vomited on the spot.

The plate contained a mushy mass, and inside were several bloody teeth.

The cook at the window tapped his spoon: "Nutritious porridge, good for calcium."

The player's hands trembled violently: "My teeth are fine."

The cook sneered, "Then your teeth can be used to give the other students a good calcium boost."

The player shivered and looked up sharply, only to be met with the cook's elongated face.

".....?ah--!"

Not long after, the player returned with his food, his mouth filled with only two sausages, one above the other and one below.

The second player then received a plate of dark, unappetizing noodles, with something wriggling underneath. The third player received half a bowl of soup, and a shrunken little face floated on the surface of the noodles.

Having learned from past mistakes, these players gritted their teeth and dared not utter a sound.

You'll die if you don't eat, but you might not survive even if you do.

This is the cafeteria philosophy of Wulian No. 1 Middle School.

Just then, Mu Zhixi led the principal to the entrance of the cafeteria.

The principal stood beside him with a forced smile, holding an examination form in his hand, his forehead beaded with cold sweat from nervousness.

"Your Majesty, the cafeteria has always strictly adhered to the bizarre nutritional standards available in the market."

Mu Zhixi asked speechlessly, "What standard?"

The principal pondered for half a second: "It is something, edible, you can finish it, but it won't kill most of you."