My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 110: Yucai Middle School 11

In an instant, a violent shock crushed Yang Fan's mind.

Mad whispers trembled in his ears—shrill, muffled, fragmented! Twisted limbs writhed like insects, alongside a blood sea steeped in countless calamities!

Yang Fan's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed into unconsciousness.

That "eye" blinked slowly. The blood sea was too turbid to reflect any human shadow. It simply stared silently at the two people lying on the ground.

—"After I leave, you won't... do anything foolish, right?"

Within the "pupil," crimson waves rippled faintly, as if nodding—Mm, nothing else will be done.

The "eye" no longer descended, hovering in midair.

Evening—school's unified dinner time.

When the bell rang, Yun Jin could already slip skillfully into the crowd of students, following them to the cafeteria.

Fortunately, the food there was at least edible for humans, though the taste was awful.

Yun Jin scooped some with her spoon, pulled down the mask from her face, and shoved it quickly into her mouth, chewing mechanically.

On the plate, the food resembled a pile of mush, its color indescribable.

To Yun Jin, it tasted not much different from excrement. Ah—no, worse. At least excrement could be dry. This was runny.

Not far from her sat Zhou Jing and Zheng Wu, assigned to the neighboring class. Both wore equally disgusted expressions, mechanically forcing the contents of their plates into their stomachs.

In the cafeteria, patrolling teachers kept constant watch, making sure students didn't waste food. If caught wasting, students would be punished.

Back when this haunted realm had just descended, there were investigators who chose not to eat. But that alone was far from enough to survive so many days without food.

As Yun Jin swallowed the revolting food, her mind kept circling back to Yang Fan and He Fei, who still had not returned.

She trusted Yang Fan—after all, ever since first entering this haunted realm, he had already displayed remarkable strength.

She also believed that since Yang Fan dared to face the Dean of Students together with He Fei, he must have a way to handle it.

That was why, when Yang Fan and He Fei were taken away, Yun Jin calmly told Zhou Jing to "wait and see."

But why hadn't they come back even now? Could something have gone wrong?

Yun Jin tried to remain calm. She told herself maybe they'd simply been delayed by something.

After dinner, Yun Jin went with the others to evening study.

By 10 p.m., when the senior students' evening study ended, they all returned to the dorms.

Still, Yang Fan and He Fei had not appeared.

Among all the strategy guides on the forums, for this haunted realm of Yucai High School, there has never been a case of anyone surviving a night outside the dormitory.

Yun Jin kept watching the boys' dorm building across the way, but right up until lights-out, no silhouettes of Yang Fan or He Fei appeared on the balcony.

Yun Jin thought, perhaps they really had perished. She hadn't expected her luck to be this bad.

It was clearly a haunted realm that had already been conquered, yet such unforeseen changes occurred. And right from the start, two lives were lost upon entry.

Lying on her bed, Yun Jin removed the mask she had worn all day.

From the corner of her lip to her cheekbone stretched a huge through-and-through scar; once healed, it left her with a grotesque, mocking smile.

The wound had nearly split her entire face in two, top and bottom. It was hard to imagine how anyone could have survived such an injury.

In the dark, Yun Jin's lips parted slightly, letting out the faintest sigh.

Wan Qian also noticed the school meals that Yun Jin and the others found unappetizing.

She couldn't hold back on the spot. Pointing at the unidentifiable lump on her plate, she stared at Zhang Minglan in disbelief and asked, her voice trembling:

"Do you guys actually feed students excrement at this school?"

"Pfft." Unable to hold it in, the butler standing nearby let out a laugh.

But quickly, his professional composure returned. He coughed twice lightly to remind Wan Qian.

"Ahem... Ms. Wan, perhaps let's hear how Teacher Zhang explains it."

Only then did Wan Qian realize that what she had said was a bit too harsh. Her face turned awkward, and she tried to explain:

"Uh, that's not what I meant—it was a metaphor, I just meant it looks a bit like... like excrement."

Why did that still sound wrong? Wan Qian had no choice but to shut her mouth.

It was no wonder Zhang Minglan had become the Dean of Students at such a young age—had a remarkably strong mental composure. Even now, she still maintained a sweet smile.

"This has been nutritionally balanced to ensure that students receive all the essential nutrients every day," Zhang Minglan explained. "Preparing it in this form also makes it easier for students to eat and digest."

Wan Qian considered this. If she ended up working with the school and supplying food for the cafeteria, wouldn't that mean the produce from her own farm would also be processed into this excrement-like?

Though, admittedly, the things from her farm were already a bit unusual: rice that grew from toads, pumpkins that grew on cats, milk extracted from snails, and recently, a certain type of mushroom discovered growing on dogs in Mushroom Village.

Still, imagining her farm's produce turned into this mush for the students made Wan Qian feel an inexplicable discomfort.

"Teacher Zhang, I know everything your school does is for the students' well-being. But eating this... this mush made of food every day can't be good for them either, right?

After all, food isn't only about nutrition—it's also about color, aroma, and taste. If the appearance alone makes it hard to swallow, and all the nutrition in the world won't help."

The more Wan Qian thought about it, the more sense she felt her words made. This Yucai High School was excellent in many respects, yet in certain areas it was a little too stingy.

Though its dedication to students' education was beyond question, and the school meals provided each day ensured nutrition, one only had to look at the dilapidated restrooms, and then at the nutritious but excrement-like food.

Sigh. Wan Qian sighed inwardly, speaking earnestly: "Developing students' grades alone isn't enough. Their sense of aesthetics also needs cultivation!"

She simply could not believe that, facing food that looked like excrement every single day, students could maintain any kind of normal aesthetic sensibility.