Ray had already grabbed another four buns and stuffed two of them into his mouth without hesitation.
Raziel chuckled smugly. "Teacher, you don't need to worry. Our captain's greatest strength isn't his combat power. It's his stomach. He practically ate our academy's dining hall into poverty. Compared to that, these buns are nothing."
There was truth in his words. At Eastsea Academy, Ray had survived on the most expensive meals not out of luxury, but necessity. Even then, his hunger had only barely been satisfied.
These steamed buns, by comparison, were nutritionally average.
Giselle watched in stunned silence as Ray continued.
Ray did the math as he ate. Fifteen buns meant six points. Thirty-five buns would earn full marks.
Less than eight minutes into the trial, he had already consumed thirty-five buns from his own tray. Lily, by contrast, had eaten only four or five.
