At first, everything was calm and uneventful, but gradually, it began to attract the attention of the other diners.

Right next to him, there was a young couple.

“Wow, wow, wow, am I seeing this right? That guy just went for his seventh bowl of rice.” The petite girl gasped, covering her mouth, looking at Henry Clark as if she were seeing a monster.

“Jiajia, are you out of your mind? Who could possibly eat that much?” The guy beside her, who was somewhat handsome, looked unconvinced.

Breakfast isn’t like lunch; people don’t usually eat much in the morning. Seven bowls? What is this, a live-streamed eating contest?

“But he really is eating a lot.”

“Oh?”

The guy turned his head, and his eyes widened too... He had never seen anyone eat so fast—on average, one bowl every ten seconds.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Maybe ten seconds was a bit of an exaggeration, but the speed at which that guy was eating was truly something else. How long would you have to be starving to eat so much in one go? Wasn’t he afraid of bursting?

The couple was at a loss for words, and the others around had also noticed the commotion. Out of curiosity, they all whipped out their phones, snapping away and posting to their Moments. Poor Henry Clark had no idea his popularity was about to skyrocket again. He had just started practicing cultivation, and it was easy to get lost in training—that legendary state of self-forgetfulness.

All in all, this was a sad story.

“Wow, he’s almost finished!”

“He’s really about to finish, that huge bucket of rice.”

“That’s got to be enough for a hundred people!”

“I don’t know if it’s a hundred servings, but I just want to know—how can one person eat so much?”

“Yeah, how does his stomach even hold it?”

...

The chatter filled the air, and more and more people gathered to watch the spectacle. These days, all kinds of live streams are blowing up online, including food streams.

But compared to what was happening right now, those food streamers were nothing. Never mind how good-looking they were—just one thing: who could eat this much?

At this moment, besides the amused onlookers, there was one person whose heart was breaking... the restaurant owner.

As everyone knows, at meals like this, aside from the dishes you order, rice is free—or maybe they’ll charge a token one yuan. In short, refills are always free.

Take as much as you want!

The owner was so generous because, after all, how much rice can one person eat? At most, three bowls before you’re stuffed. Could anyone possibly finish the whole hundred-serving bucket outside?

But today was truly a once-in-a-lifetime sight.

A real oddball had appeared—someone who finished a hundred servings of rice all by himself.

At this point, the owner wanted to cry, or maybe sing, “Why is it always me who gets hurt?” He wanted to stop it, but the students watching the fun held him back tightly.

It was just the start of the school year, and there weren’t many interesting things happening on campus. Now that they’d stumbled upon such a hilarious scene, of course no one was going to let the owner ruin it.

In no time, news of the “big eater” near the school exploded on social media, and the onlookers all gave it a thumbs up.

However, despite all the excitement, not many people actually believed it.

Everything needs to make sense. If you can get into college, you’re definitely not stupid. One person eating a hundred servings of rice? If you believe that, you must be brainless.

Someone must be desperate for fame, or maybe it’s performance art. In any case, unless you saw it with your own eyes, it’s almost impossible to convince anyone of something so outrageous.

“Huh? Where am I?”

The wooden bucket for the rice was already empty. At this moment, Henry Clark finally snapped out of his self-forgetful cultivation state.

What he saw was a crowd of people watching him.

Oh no, did he do something to attract everyone’s attention again?

Henry Clark felt extremely uneasy. Although he’d been lost in cultivation just now, now that he was awake, it only took a moment’s thought to figure out what had happened... Practicing cultivation in public really was too risky. In the blink of an eye, he’d eaten a hundred servings of rice.

What should he do?

Henry Clark wanted to cry. Last time, drooling in his sleep landed him on the campus news headlines, and it was a nightmare. Now, just one day later...

He suddenly felt like life wasn’t worth living.

Of course, that’s just how he felt, but right now, the urgent thing was to find a way to get out of this awkward and dangerous situation.

At this moment, Henry Clark really wanted to tell all the curious onlookers, “Sorry, actually, I’m a magician. That was just a magic trick.”

But he was too shy to tell such a big lie.

So, leaving as quickly as possible became his only option.

But as luck would have it, his wallet was missing. And right now, electronic payment wasn’t an option. Henry Clark gritted his teeth, took off running, and soon disappeared from sight. But from far away, his voice could still be heard: “Sorry, I forgot my money today. Please put it on my tab—I’ll pay you back another day.”

“Huh, he dined and dashed.”

“Ate so much and still ran out on the bill—what a terrible person.”

“Disgraceful +1”

“Agreed, disgraceful.”

...

Henry Clark was in tears. By now, he’d run far away, but after body tempering, his hearing had improved a lot, so he could still hear the onlookers’ comments loud and clear.

So frustrating. What do they take him for? He just lost his wallet, okay?