Due to being held up by those extras from Canglan, we found there was no food left in the cafeteria when we rushed in, only half a bun lying on the ground, seemingly mocking our tardiness.
"Hungry..." Pandora said softly.
"Top floor," Sandora seconded.
This guy's ability to absorb human knowledge was truly extraordinary!
Qianqian rubbed her stomach and suggested, "Ah Jun, how about we go to the school gate to buy some bread?"
"No," I waved my hand grandly, "let's go mooch food from the teachers!"
I finally realized the benefit of Imperial Commanders infiltrating this school; as a student, you could enjoy many privileges without attracting attention. For instance, you could freely enter and leave the school during curfew (the gatekeeper was one of my people), access the computer lab even when the building was closed (the lab teacher was one of my people), and go to the teachers' dormitory for food when you didn't get lunch (my homeroom teacher was one of my people... ahem, don't get the wrong idea).
As a school constantly striving to catch up with the nearby Canglan Private High School, City Second Middle School's leadership always prioritized improving the working and living conditions of its staff. The direct result of this guiding principle was the teachers' dormitory being equipped with top-notch living conditions, including bathrooms, kitchens, and living rooms—almost like a standard hotel. While it couldn't compare with the five-star hotel-like dormitory of the noble school next door, these facilities far exceeded our idea of dormitory standards, making the staff dormitory the second most criticized place in our school, right after the central theme toilet.
But today, we greatly benefited from these dormitories.
Sitting in Pan Lingling's dormitory living room, we stared in astonishment at the nearly full table of sumptuous dishes. And the owner of this dormitory, our beautiful teacher Miss Pan Lingling, was flying back and forth between the kitchen and the living room like a gust of wind, the clinking of pots and pans creating quite a rock rhythm.
Clearly, having two Imperial Leaders and an Imperial General collectively mooching food made this loyal officer very nervous.
Unlike our nonchalant expressions, Qianqian had been extremely uncomfortable since we arrived. She still didn't understand how we could so openly mooch food from our homeroom teacher.
"Teacher," Qianqian couldn't help but speak up as Pan Lingling brought the third plate of braised pork to the table, "this is enough. We can't finish all this... Besides, it's almost time for class..."
"Oh..." Pan Lingling walked briskly to the table, placed a plate of chicken strips in front of Pandora, then nervously glanced around and said, "Wait... I still have a few more dishes..."
"Enough! If you keep cooking, we'll have food enough till the end of the century!" I said, half annoyed, half amused. I really couldn't understand why Pan Lingling was so tense. In class, she was so composed and natural, and she never acted so nervously in front of me. What could be the difference now?
"This is a different situation," Pandora's voice sounded in my head as though she had guessed my confusion, "Now, you and Sister Sandora are interacting with Sivis (Pan Lingling's real name) in a way that acknowledges your equal authority. For an Angel Envoy with only A-level authority, this is an extremely rare Glory, hence Sivis feels significant pressure."
I found Pandora's explanation amusing, "What about you? Why aren't you under pressure? And how come you call Sister Sandora so naturally?"
"I hold SSS-level authority and have received special permission from you to address the Xyrin Emperor equally, so I am an exception."
"... I really don't understand your way of thinking."
Under my "command," Pan Lingling finally stopped. By then, the dishes on our table could be called a grand feast. It was impressive that she managed to prepare so many dishes in such a short time.
I guessed this meal was the most nerve-wracking one Pan Lingling had ever had, evident from the fact that she broke her chopsticks six times while eating.
Sandora also seemed very satisfied with the food of carbon-based life, which made me even more curious about the physiological structure of Xyrin Apostles. Their food range seemed to include everything from organic to inorganic, from energy to matter. It was hard to imagine anything in this universe they couldn't digest.
This meal was a torment for Pan Lingling but a feast for Sandora. Thanks to her insatiable appetite, we were twenty minutes late for our afternoon class—luckily, our first class in the afternoon was Ideological and Political Education. Do you remember who that teacher is? The same man who printed 300 counterfeit dollars for four months' worth of activities for Imperial Commanders overnight...
Five minutes before the end of the last class in the afternoon, fat Zheng Hang suddenly burst into the classroom, shouting, "News! This time it's definitely big news!"
Why did it feel like there was so much news recently?
Usually, Zheng Hang's news was some ridiculously boring rumors, with almost zero credibility, and few in the class believed him. But recently, he'd brought two big news items (big for our class), so the students gradually began to take an interest in his news.
Given that Zheng Hang tended to keep everyone in suspense with his news, the students were prepared this time: as Zheng Hang jumped on the podium, people around him began to pick up their stools.
Seeing the students' coordinated actions brought cold sweat to Zheng Hang's forehead. He quickly said, "No, no! I won't keep you guys in suspense this time, put the stools down..."
After the students put down their stools, Zheng Hang cleared his throat and said, "According to the latest reliable information, a big figure has come to our place. There will be a grand welcome ceremony in the city center square three nights from now..."
"Cut—" everyone sighed.
"At that time, there will be free drinks and snacks at the venue, along with many beautiful girls to watch. And this big figure is an exceptionally beautiful lady!"
"Hurrah—" everyone cheered!
A keen spectator in the crowd raised his hand and asked, "Fatty, what big figure is coming? Does it warrant such a huge event?"
Zheng Hang rubbed his shiny head and said, "Specifically, I don't know either. Seems like a foreign Royal Family Member. I heard it was a Princess, but the information is so tightly sealed, I couldn't even get her name..."
While the students near the podium were bustling, I had no interest in getting involved.
"Sandora, you need to be honest, is it you?"
Sandora looked innocent, "What do you mean, is it me?"
... Why couldn't this girl be as obedient as Pandora? Was the difference between the Xyrin Emperor and ordinary Xyrin Apostles that they had more personality?
"Stop playing dumb," I said, somewhat exasperated, "What identity are you using to involve yourself in this world?"
"Well..." Sandora adorably pressed her forefinger to her lower lip, "What does a Princess do?"
God! How did she manage this?!
To fully integrate into an environment with a false identity was no simple task. Creating a fake identity was easier; you just had to forge identification and modify government citizen records. For an Angel Envoy, that was simple. But establishing a fake social network simultaneously was not easy. This meant having not only a new ID but also an extensive web of personal connections; otherwise, a sudden new person would inevitably raise suspicions over time. For example, Sivis infiltrated our school as a homeroom teacher using the human identity Pan Lingling. She acquired this new identity in just a few hours. Beyond needing a new ID, she also used Kaos's group mind interference ability to impose Spiritual Suggestion on key humans, making herself a part of their "memory." Otherwise, the sudden appearance of a new colleague would have immediately sparked suspicion among other teachers.
From this analysis, we can see that establishing an imaginary social network in a very short time (considering the high efficiency of Angel Envoys, they often could build a comprehensive fake identity in a few hours) required modifying collective memory, and the higher the profile of the false identity, the broader the memory modification scope needed. If you wanted to become a public figure like MJ... a memory purge for billions of people would likely be essential.
What had Sandora done now?
According to her, she had become a Princess of some country?
God, did she cleanse an entire nation's human memories?!