mtl008 Chapter 130 Strange Tales of Idol Rules 3
Chapter 130 Strange Tales of Idol Rules 3
The trainees sat several seats apart while eating, not daring to communicate with each other.
Ling Yi walked to the window, and the next moment a plate was handed out by the pale hands of the cafeteria aunt.
Ling Yi looked at the food on the plate and remained silent for a moment.
A purple rice ball the size of a baby's fist, two lettuce leaves, a corn cob two fingers thick, and less than fifty grams of boiled chicken breast.
these things……
Should it be taken before or after meals?
It's hard to believe those trainees sat there for so long eating something that only takes two bites.
She held the tray and leaned into the window: "Excuse me, could you please give me another meal?"
A sinister smile crept across the auntie's plump face: "Are you sure? Trainees can't be overweight!"
Ling Yi: "It's okay, I have hyperthyroidism, so I can eat whatever I want without gaining weight."
The overhead camera flashed red light in response to her words, as if judging whether there were any lies in her statements.
The aunt was silent for a moment, then handed over the same plate.
Ling Yi's stomach was empty after a morning of intense exercise. She only felt full after eating two more plates after finishing this plate of rice.
After observing that she wasn't killed by the rules for eating too much, the other hungry trainees also went to the window to get food several more times.
Ling Yi watched this scene in silence, and when she realized that the aunt had given no more clues about why trainees couldn't be fat, a look of understanding appeared in her eyes.
At 1:25, Ling Yi walked out of the cafeteria and found several trainees waiting in the rest area outside the cafeteria.
They sat up straight, afraid of breaking the rules in the slightest.
Ling Yi glanced at the ubiquitous cameras, then found a seat and sat down as well.
Her posture was somewhat relaxed, but not to the point of being punished.
Those who could come to this canteen were all bold, meticulous, and intelligent people. Seeing Ling Yi's posture, they relaxed slightly and were no longer like puppets.
When about thirty people had gathered, someone spoke up: "Although we don't know why we came here, we have no choice but to unite now."
“Every rule here is designed to kill us. If we continue to fight alone, we will die one by one from the exhaustion of the rules. So I’m calling on everyone to exchange the rules they know. I’ll be the first to do so.”
The person who spoke first was very clever; he didn't do anything that would offend others by reaping the benefits without doing anything himself: "One cannot be sloppily dressed."
After saying that, he shut his mouth and looked at the others.
Someone sneered, intending to mock him for trying to fool people with rules that everyone already knows, but then he turned his gaze to the ubiquitous cameras.
The man refused to shut up and after a moment said, "Don't make a lot of noise."
"You can't swear."
"One must not have poor manners."
"You must not interrupt others."
"You can't have a ferocious expression."
"Don't whisper to each other while eating."
"..."
After many people had mentioned the rules, some repeating them and others introducing new ones, Ling Yi was the only one in the room who remained silent.
Ling Yi, who had taken a 20-minute nap while sitting upright, looked at the clock on the wall and recited the timetable hidden in the corner.
Seeing that it was 1:45, everyone hurriedly got up and rushed to their respective practice rooms.
Ling Yi followed behind them at a leisurely pace, keenly noticing that even in this hurried moment, they did not run in an untidy manner.
These already intelligent trainees, after learning more about the new rules, clearly found themselves even further behind the others.
In other lounges, similar discussions unfolded, much like those in their practice room, before everyone hurriedly returned to the practice room before 2 PM.
When Ling Yi returned to the practice room, her manager was gone.
The trainees who remained in the practice room dared not leave without permission and could only lean against the wall to barely recover their strength.
The cameras on the wall flashed red lights, constantly monitoring them and eliminating anyone who lost control.
The moment the dozen or so people who had gone out to eat returned, everyone opened their eyes.
Their eyes gleamed with a strange light, a mixture of envy and jealousy.
Ling Yi ignored those gazes and leaned against the wall to continue resting.
Meng You glanced at Ling Yi's appearance, her eyes flashing. She then beckoned over a few trainees and began whispering among them.
The expressions on the faces of the group gradually became more interesting as she spoke, and then someone secretly glanced at the lone ranger Ling Yi and let out a soft snort.
Meng You quickly grabbed the man's sleeve and whispered, "Our goal now is to survive, we absolutely cannot afford any unforeseen complications."
At 1:59, Ling Yi suddenly stood up.
As she moved, the yoga block she had been pressing down on fell to the ground with a soft thud.
Even the slightest sound was enough to wake up everyone who was resting under stress.
They stared at Ling Yi in bewilderment, wondering what kind of mischief she was up to now, only to find the door suddenly pushed open.
"Three seconds, stand up, let's have an etiquette lesson!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the trainees, who had been subjected to the three-second warning that morning, quickly stood up.
Their hearts pounded as the etiquette teacher looked on with disappointment. If Ling Yi hadn't woken them up, would they have been a second slower to stand up?
The consequences...
Everyone shuddered.
Ling Yi glanced at the timetable in the corner of the wall, only to find that it had been torn down by someone.
Indeed, among these thousand people, everyone is an opponent.
If enough ignorant people die, who can say that the last person left won't be themselves?
"What a clever child!" the etiquette teacher praised insincerely, then picked up a ruler and said, "Now, let's begin the lesson."
"First of all, we need to teach you how to fight." He strolled through the crowd, and suddenly struck someone's back with a ruler: "As idols, maintaining good posture is a basic requirement. Fans will not like you hunching over like you are reincarnated shrimp."
The person who was slapped quickly had blood seeping through their white training clothes.
She was also one of the people going to the cafeteria to eat. Perhaps she had heard from others that she shouldn't have a fierce expression, so she bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from showing any unpleasant look.
The etiquette teacher turned to face her, looked at her reluctantly for a moment, and then slapped the ruler onto someone else.
As she walked up to Ling Yi, she suddenly smiled in a particularly wicked way: "I heard you can put two bricks under your legs?"
Ling Yi blinked: "Teacher, may I ask who told you this?"
other people:"……"
This guy really went all out from the start.
If you offend a teacher in a class, aren't you afraid of being retaliated against by those teachers?
You know, a person only has one life, how could she not cherish it?