Wonderful trip to another world

"A new kitchen knife" is obviously better.

In the eyes of many people, that genius girl is almost the champion. Although the "unstable chopper" teenager is also very strong, it seems to be a little worse than that genius girl.

The game hasn’t started yet, so Belen is sitting on a chair. He doesn’t have much thoughts about today’s final. Coupled with what happened yesterday, his mind is very confused, or rather dull. , Do not bother to think about anything.

"You don't know anything at all."

The girl's words undoubtedly hit Belen the most. He did not know anything, but in his heart, the helpless eyes in the deep alley that day made him most want to be saved.

"You don't seem to have much energy, are you okay?"

There was a voice in his ear, and Belen turned his head and looked at him. On one side stood a girl in a black chef's uniform who was his opponent in the final.

Belen shook his head slightly: "It won't affect the game."

"Ah, that's good." Hillsius smiled and nodded, and then said with a smile: "Since it's the finals, then I will introduce myself. My name is Hillsius."

"Belen."

"Then, see you on stage, I look forward to your cooking."

After saying these words, Hillseus smiled and waved his hand and left, and walked to the end of a set of contemplation. The faith dishes she wanted to present still needed some time to brew.

Belen looked at Hillsius not far away, then turned his head, looked down at the slate ground, his thoughts were a little confused, and he simply closed his eyes.

Wow!

Until the hour came, the outside audience who had calmed down once again became noisy, and Belen and Hillsius who were sitting in their seats also slowly opened their eyes.

"Everyone has been waiting! The last game of our God of Cooking Championship is about to begin. The contestant who wins today will become a new generation of God of Cooking! Now, two contestants are invited to take the stage! Please give the most enthusiastic audience Applause!"

Wow!

The game is about to begin, everyone cheered and applauded. They looked at the two young people who walked onto the battle stage together.

"This game, please advise!"

Hillsius stretched out his hand to Belem, with a kind smile on her face. She attached great importance to this final, and the person in front of her deserves her all-out.

"Well, please advise."

Belen shook hands with the girl perfunctorily, and his eyes didn't even have the courage to look at the girl's expectant gaze. After letting go of his hand, he walked to his kitchen table.

"The game, start now!"

After the host's voice fell, Hillseus immediately took action. She had already decided what she was going to do, so she took action immediately.

However, when Hillsius came back with the ingredients, the girl looked at the opponent opposite to her, always feeling that her opponent seemed to be something wrong, she was also staring at Belen, her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

All the people watching the big screen frowned after seeing Belen's look. How do you feel that this player is a little different from his previous performance on stage?

Until Hillsius began to prepare the cooking, Belen still did not move. He was entangled in what kind of cooking he should do, and after a moment of indulgence, he sighed.

Do your best.

With this thought, Belen also started his own cooking, but his movements were surprisingly slow, as if he hadn't eaten enough and had no energy at all.

And Laya also noticed the young man's listless look on the screen, and now he muttered to himself in confusion, "What's the matter with Mr. Belém's decadent appearance?"

La Tier also frowned slightly, always feeling that Mr. Belém's condition was not right, and the two hands placed on the waist were slowly clenched, and she was a little worried.

In fact, Belen didn't realize that he felt a sense of lack of energy, but he himself knew one thing very well, his state was very bad.

Chapter 225: Because I'm Hungry

Belen began to gradually gather his thoughts, and no matter what happened, he had to pay tribute to the girl. He had to take care of it a little bit more seriously, even though he didn't know what to do.

"Belen, are you feeling sick?"

Just when Belen wanted to search for spices to find inspiration, a voice came from Hillsius on the opposite side, which made him startled slightly.

"Nothing."

Hillsius frowned slightly when she heard the words, and she said, "But, you look very unmotivated."

"I...no, I've always been like this."

After hearing the girl's words, Belen also had a heartbeat, then shook his head, found an excuse to fool around, and then took out a few spices, as if he was about to start cooking.

However, the girl firmly believed in her instincts. She bluntly said: "No, you didn’t feel like I am now... decadent, it looks like you’re worried, you can do it in this state. Do you want to compete with me?"

decadent?Worried?

Belen stopped holding the knife in his hand, and he did not refute the girl's words, because indeed, as she said, he is in a very bad state now.

"However, even if you are in a bad state, I will go all out for this game." The girl lowered her head again to deal with the ingredients, but her tone was not as good as before, instead she had a somewhat indifferent taste.

For Hillsius, Belem’s appearance disappointed her, and that lack of motivation means that the opponent did not take the game at all.

Even if it was any opponent she had won before, she was fully focused on cooking during the game. They respected the game, and she respected them.

Belém's current performance is not worthy of her respect.

It seems that he has noticed a change in the girl’s attitude, and Belen is also bitter in his heart. He looked at his spread hands. Now that the opponent has understood that he has not taken the game at ease, he does not have to pretend if he is seen through. Can you deny losing?

With this thought, Belen also slowly raised his head. He looked at the host under the battle stage, opened his mouth slightly, and wanted to ask if he could admit defeat. He didn't care if he would be made irresponsible remarks. .

"the Lord..."

"Come on!"

Just when Belen was about to admit defeat, this clear voice suddenly heard in his ears, and he was also stunned at the moment. The words stopped abruptly, and he turned his head and looked away.

Outside the court, four girls were looking at him, and La Tier was shouting "Come on" as hard as he could, trying to support him.

"Come on! Mr. Belém! Don't give up easily! I will look down on you!"

Laya was also working hard in support, with a playful smile on her face. Her voice was the loudest, because she still had a loudspeaker, and she didn't know where to borrow it.

"Come on, big brother!"

Even Ilia, who had been silent for a long time, put her hands on both sides of her mouth, and she was also shouting as hard as she could. There was silver light surrounding her hands. The voice was so clear because of the use of magic.

Lattes was the colorful candy in her hands, she was shouting something with her mouth open, but her voice was too small, so she couldn't hear her, but she thought it would be something like "go on".

It's true that Belen doesn't care what others say to him, but this "other" is also a target, and he doesn't want to disappoint Latier and the others.

Maybe they didn't care if they lost the game, but if they surrendered, Belen would already have a warning in his heart. If they surrendered, they would definitely regret it!