For decades in the "House of Fate," Chen Yu was forced to grow up.

He is no longer as paranoid and extreme as he was when he was young.

He also gradually learned to think.

For example, at this moment, he is sitting at the desk in the bedroom, looking at the bowl in front of him, and focusing on studying the human beings from thousands of years ago, and why they invented such a delicacy as tofu and soy sauce.

"Could that chef be a genius?"

After a long time.

He raised his head and looked outside the door: "Come in."

"Your Highness!" The wooden door opened, and the top D+ level expert walked in, respectfully saluting: "You ordered."

"Who made this tofu?" Chen Yu picked up the bowl.

"Our head chef."

"Drag him out and chop him up."

"Understood!" The top expert took the order and turned to leave.@@novelbin@@

"Do you understand anything? Can't you tell that I'm expressing my emotions?" Chen Yu raged: "I tell you to go die, do you want to die too?"

"Ah!"

The expert decisively drew his sword from his waist and held it to his own throat, shouting: "Carry out the will of Your Highness!"

"...Alright." Holding the bowl, Chen Yu's anger dissipated, and he stood up, turned around with his hands behind his back, and said: "I called you here to ask about the college entrance examination. Have all the results come out?"

"They have." The expert replied without hesitation: "A total of 1,436,888 people participated in the exam, and 193,688 people scored full marks."

"Very good." Chen Yu nodded in satisfaction, then slammed the bowl down and roared: "Are the rest of the over one million people all idiots? Can't even do simple addition?!"

"They're not idiots." The expert replied meticulously: "But they are all illiterate. They can't even write their own names."

Chen Yu: "..."

"Your Highness, do you need me to organize it again? I can guarantee that this time, every exam paper will have a name on it."

After a moment of silence, Chen Yu sighed and waved his hand: "No need. Nearly 200,000 people are enough."

"Yes!" The top expert stood at attention.

"When can these 200,000 'top scorers' arrive?"

"They are currently being transported urgently. At the latest, this afternoon, the remaining 120,000 top scorers will arrive and be reviewed by you."

"...Didn't you just say 190,000?"

"Yes." The expert nodded, respectfully saying: "But now there are only 120,000 left."

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