“Take your time eating. When you’re done, I’ll quiz you on the Wan-In Sect—it’s good for digestion.”
A quiz to help with digestion?
That had to be the most twisted logic Yueul had ever heard.
Back when he attended the anthropomorph school, they gave him a break after meals.
Even the worst companies with abysmal working environments probably offered at least ten minutes of downtime.
“Taking a test on a full stomach didn’t aid digestion—it was a surefire way to get sick.”
But Yueul couldn’t say any of that out loud.
Instead, he simply slowed his pace.
He chewed each bite until the omelet turned to mush, taking so long it was practically melting in his mouth.
* * *
“Sigh....”
Yueul wiped his damp palms on his pants.
He’d gone over the materials about the Wan-In Sect whenever he had some spare time, but the nerves just wouldn’t go away.
Not even during the social aptitude test had he felt this jittery.
