I Became the Crazy Instructor at the Academy - Chapter 160



N -12. If There Is No Rice

There is good news and bad news.

The good news is that something happened while Miho was returning and she didn’t come back to Russell with my hickey.

The bad news was that it was so big that no one would care if we had come together.

“There is no food.”

“Yes?”

An emergency meeting held as soon as I returned.

Suddenly there is no food.

Everyone was just repeating those words.

“So… Russell has a warehouse where they stock up on food.”

“I know.”

“It burned down this morning.”

“…Yes? “Are you saying there was a fire?”

“Exactly…”

The instructor’s gaze as he was explaining the situation turned to the corner of the teacher’s room.

Tingling-

The female instructor kneeled in the corner like a guilty puppy, not fitting her cold impression.

Her head, which was standing with her arms raised, becomes infinitely humble.

“…You could say that our ice witch, Instructor Erfin, made an impromptu fire show to get some points from the students and ended up burning it.”

“Sorry. She has committed a mortal sin.”

“No… You played with fire in the food warehouse? Why did you do that?”

“They kept teasing me about being an ice witch, so I ended up explaining that she was also good at using fire magic…”

“No, so why are you storing it in the food warehouse-“

“To roast marshmallows…”

It’s good that the world is safer.

In the meantime, if people become too loose, a disaster like this can occur.

“Anyway, we will discuss disciplinary action against that friend later. What should we do now?”

“What food is left?”

“It’s all about snacks from the bathhouse.”

“When will the next food wagon arrive?”

“Principal… So, the princess flew away on horseback, but at the earliest, it took about three days…?”

If things go as they should, this is an incident that will end as an incident.

Russell is large and has many restaurants.

But now, only the instructors who jumped into the recovery effort and a small number of students who volunteered to help are left in Russell.

The merchants led by Adela have withdrawn as they cannot run the store with such a small number of customers.

In other words, there is no real rice.

The instructors really… Seemed hard to accept.

I started to worry about starving.

“Let’s say we live on nothing but water for three days. What about students? Are they starving too?”

“They are the kids who stayed behind on purpose. How can they do that?”

“There is no way, there is no way…”

The meeting began to become more and more intense.

It was even more so because it was a problem without an answer.

“Is this the only snack you have? “Who ate it all?”

“You, man. You! Yesterday, I didn’t feel like going out to eat, so I grabbed the whole box of snacks and ate them!”

“So, according to the number of students… We have to divide this into 70 equal parts? “Is this meaningful?”

How will instructor Miho accept this when she returns?

You can see the instructor giving advice to the instructor.

Just as I was about to fall into escapism, an instructor’s voice caught my ear.

“No, it’s a problem that has no answer unless you can teleport!”

“Wait.”

For some reason, it was a word that stuck with me deeply.

I urged her to put into practice the ideas that had passed through her like lightning.

“What did you just say?”

“There is no answer…”

“Before that.”

“Unless it’s teleportation… What?”

Teleportation. It’s an instantaneous movement…

“Ivan, can you teleport?”

“No.”

“Then why…”

I can’t do that. Because they are ordinary people.

There is no such magic in the first place. No one can do it.

But.

“Before I take action, I will first ask.”

“Yes?”

A higher level magic can be used.

I wonder if I should call this magic.

Maybe it can be solved very simply.

“Do you tend to eat spicy food well?”

As long as it suits your taste.

—

The dimension door was opened.

I went to the supermarket near my house.

‘Do you have ramen?’

‘Yes, sir. In that corner over there-‘

‘I need it in a box, not individually.’

‘How many boxes would you like?’

‘Everything I have.’

10 boxes of ramen.

There are different brands, but it is an instant food that can be eaten by all.

70 students and 30 instructors. A total of 100 people.

Each box contains 50 bags, making 500 servings.

This is enough food for three days.

And now, Russell’s galley where all the faculty and students are gathered.

The students whispered to me and the instructors who were carrying boxes they had never seen before.

“What, what is that?”

“What does it say?”

“It must be a text from another world…!”

Ah, this is read as ‘ramen’.

I wanted to tell you, but I was busy right now.

“Okay, Ivan. “Everything is ready.”

“Is there something so tragic? Just boiling water and a bowl-“

“You never know. “Because it’s food from another world…” ” I’ve even had a health instructor on standby.”

“Ah.”

The instructors seemed a little scared.

Are you concerned about how your body will react after eating food from another world?

But there was no other way.

Someone has to eat while carrying a gun.

I don’t think what I eat can prove much.

“Po, I pick it.”

“Please, please, please, please…”

Eventually, they even started to draw lots.

I was going to drink coffee and watch it.

But someone intervened.

“I’ll eat it!”

It was a familiar voice.

A purity and neatness that resonates brightly but cannot be hidden.

It was Paula.

She came out from among her students and had her hands clasped and placed on her chest.

“…Miss Paula. If we have to be honest, this is also the instructors’ job. Need to step forward-“

“No, instructor! “I’ll eat it!”

The spirit of sacrifice for the greater good.

It was truly a movement worthy of a saint.

The instructors tried to stop Paula with complicated expressions, but in the end they pretended not to win and tapped her on the shoulder.

Great job, Paula. It was a feeling of encouragement.

Bubble Bubble-

I just boil a bowl of ramen normally.

A former saint who accepted her fate with a determined expression.

And, people from another world watch the whole process from a distance as if it were some kind of nuclear test.

I could vaguely hear their murmuring.

“Hey, this smoke…! My eyes are stinging!”

“Oh, well. Why are there tears… Ugh! Spicy! My eyes are sore!”

“You eat that for a living? What about that dimension…!”

“The smell is irritating. “I almost got possessed…!”

Well, I ended up boiling it with a spicy brand.

But objectively, it is right to make a fuss.

I have never seen anyone die after eating ramen.

Tak-

“It’s done. Let’s try it.”

“B-already?! “It’s been three minutes now!”

“If you boil it further, it will spread. It becomes tasteless.”

Smoke rising from the bowl.

A saint whose heart seems unprepared.

Her miserable fork her her her waiting endlessly for her.

She closed her eyes tightly and picked up the utensils.

“Ah, ah…”

After rolling up her noodles with a fork,

She gently pushes it into her mouth.

“Yum.”

“…”

A monumental first tasting.

I think it might be the beginning of exchange between different worlds.

The galley where even the sound of her breathing had stopped was waiting for the saint’s appreciation.

She didn’t move.

Just close her eyes and purse her mouth.

And finally-

“Yum.”

From noble mtl dot come

“Paula?”

“Yum, yum…!”

She opened her eyes with no life in them.

She started eating ramen.

Continue. Constantly.

—

“Hey, what’s going on here…” ” “

Adela is sad.

She feels resentful of herself for not being able to greet Ivan the day he returns.

But what can you do?

The food warehouse burned down.

He was the eldest daughter of the Cathy family, and had an obligation to somehow turn the situation into a positive one.

So I called the fastest carriage, mailed a letter to the nearest store, and returned.

“You must have arrived by now, right?”

While the thought of being able to see Ivan made me smile,

She is dizzy from the reality that she will have to starve for at least the next two days.

She didn’t care, but Ivan was the problem.

Having to watch the man I like starve.

But something was strange.

“Where has everyone gone…?”

Ivan was not in the private room.

Aside from Ivan, there was no one else in the main building.

There are no instructors wandering around directing the restoration work, nor are there students moving materials.

Russell was eerily quiet, even with the sound of work disappearing.

“…What is this smell?”

The only thing she relies on is her sense of smell

A pungent scent she had smelled for the first time in her life guided her steps.

The end was the galley.

It’s strange.

Since the food warehouse is reduced to ashes, the galley will never be used.

But I heard it. So many voices.

It was vague, but desperate.

“Please! Please give me one more bowl…!”

“It’s spicy! Spicy! But I can’t stop!”

“Someone stop me!”

“Five silver coins. No, I’ll give you ten coins! Please boil one more bowl!”

It seems like he’s begging for something but also in pain. Anyway, it was bizarre.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she opened the kitchen door,

Something even more bizarre was unfolding.

Ivan. That Ivan instructor.

“Let’s calm down. Yes? Do you remember how many bowls you have now?”

“Give me ramen!”

He was wearing an apron and was having a hard time with the students.

And the even more unbelievable fact is-

“Paula! Paulaa! “Don’t eat raw ramen!”

“Woong yum yum yum… “

“Let’s listen, okay?! “You’re not that kind of person!”

“Ramen, ramen…”

The saint who must quell the wave of madness,

She agrees with him… No.

“Instructor.”

“Yes? Okay, now you can finally see my eyes. “I’m glad you feel like calming down.”

I was completely crazy about something about her.

“I want to go live in the instructor’s dimension.”