【Someone once said there is a beast whose entire body is made of marbled pork, melting in your mouth the moment it enters!】
【There is a spring that gushes out a refreshing beverage, its taste like thick, fragrant cantaloupe and ripe mangoes, constantly releasing bubbles infused with its aroma and sweetness!】
【Humanity is tempted by such an abundance of delicacies.】
【Rare ingredients from all over the world, dazzling high-end menus, eccentric gourmands, and unprecedented cooking methods…】
【This is the era of gourmet food! It is also the time to seek out more unknown deliciousness!!】
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Tōtsuki Culinary Academy!
Hong Yi, wearing his school uniform, looked up at the grand and imposing school gate before him, stunned in place.
A pure gold and silver [Tōtsuki] school emblem hung high above the gate, gleaming in the bright spring sunlight, radiating golden light.
Hong Yi tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.
He was blinded by the sunlight reflected from the Tōtsuki emblem.
This school, overflowing with such a rich and ostentatious aura, seemed to tell all the aspiring students who came to seek knowledge that it was the grand mansion of the culinary world, the top-tier of the culinary realm.
“Tōtsuki…”
“Did I get transported to the world of *Food Wars: Shokugeki no Soma*?”
Hong Yi looked towards the Tōtsuki emblem again, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He remembered that he was at home rewatching *Toriko*.
He was preparing to write a fan fiction to make up for *Toriko’s* shortcomings and complete the universe arc.
Then.
He was transported in the next second.
As an avid web novel enthusiast, Hong Yi quickly accepted the fact that he had been transported, surveying his surroundings.
It was the season of cherry blossoms.
Tōtsuki Academy was recruiting new students.
Male and female students in their school uniforms, greeted by the falling cherry blossoms, stepped on the puddles of rainwater, and walked through the school gates in the spring breeze.
A scene he had only seen countless times in anime, was now unfolding before his eyes, tugging at Hong Yi's heartstrings.
With the gentle spring breeze, the JK skirts were lifted, revealing pairs of slender legs wrapped in soft, shiny black stockings, showcasing plump, white thighs.
The girls either pressed down their fluttering skirts, or tucked their blown-out hair behind their ears, or clamped their legs together, letting out a gasp.
Upon seeing this, Hong Yi couldn't help but marvel.
Unexpectedly.
He would actually be able to transcend into the two-dimensional world in his lifetime.
“Well, since I’m here, I’ll make the best of it.”
“Let’s go inside and take a look.”
“But with the competitive pressure of Tōtsuki Academy, and the super high entrance exam difficulty, I, who only knows how to make scrambled eggs with tomato, am probably weaker than even the junior high students of Tōtsuki Academy.”
Hong Yi had a sense of self-awareness.
Tōtsuki Academy, formally known as Tōtsuki Culinary Academy, is a prestigious culinary academy.
Its size is absurdly large, the first time the original protagonist, Soma Yukihira, came, it took him until sunset to get back to the dormitory.
Its facilities are state-of-the-art, with complete amenities.
It has a middle school and a high school, a 3-year program, but it is very difficult to graduate, with a graduation rate of less than 10%.
The headmaster of the academy calls it, “99% of people are the discarded sons to hone the 1%.”
Hong Yi had neither learned cooking at New Oriental nor had he soul-transmigrated into Soma Yukihira or other culinary prodigies, naturally, he wouldn't be able to survive in the fiercely competitive Tōtsuki Academy.
He originally hoped for the system daddy that was a must-have for transmigrators.
But after silently calling out in his heart several times, there was no response, so Hong Yi had to give up.
“I'll try to see if I can sneak into Tōtsuki Academy.”
“If it doesn’t work out, I’ll be a literary copycat in the two-dimensional world, bringing the popular web novels from Earth here.”
Hong Yi mingled with the incoming students and walked towards the Tōtsuki Academy.
He had even decided what novels to write.
For example, *Breaking Through the Heavens*.
Or *Grassland Continent*.
Or perhaps, *Immortal Says Heaven Transmitted*.
It’s not that I can’t write serious novels, but smut is more cost-effective.
Just kidding.
Hong Yi followed the new students to the Tōtsuki Academy's field and was immediately stunned.
The field before him was incredibly vast!
It felt as though it extended endlessly.
The field was divided into two areas.
On the left, there were hundreds and thousands of stoves set up.
Knives, forks, chopping boards, pots, pans, and other cooking utensils were laid out on the stoves.
That was nothing.
After all, Tōtsuki Academy is a school dedicated to teaching cooking.
But the area on the right was completely beyond Hong Yi's expectations!
There were… sturdy, giant iron cages set up.
In the cages were all kinds of ferocious and terrifying “monsters”!
These monsters were all alive.
As a result, besides the bustling sounds of people on the field, there were also the roars of ferocious animal monsters.
“Hey, this year’s new students, you’ve gone dumb, haven’t you?”
A bright, sunny female voice rang out.
A hand suddenly patted Hong Yi on the shoulder.
Hong Yi turned to see a blonde, green-eyed girl with a healthy tan and a voluptuous figure.
She was wearing a white shirt, the hem tied into a bow, revealing a small sliver of her toned midsection, and she was wearing ¾-length, tight jeans, outlining her long, shapely legs.
“Mitsuha?”
“Huh, you know me?”
Mito Ikumi looked at Hong Yi in surprise.
But she didn't seem too happy, because she didn't like this nickname.
Hong Yi quickly explained, “The famous meat cuisine master, I’ve heard of you before I came to enroll.”
“And…”
He added another line.
“Mitsuha is such a cute nickname, though if you don’t like it, I won’t call you that anymore.”
Meat cuisine master, cute nickname, and senior.
A bunch of sweet nothings directly won over Mito Ikumi, who had a simple personality.
“Well… I don’t dislike it that much…”
Mito Ikumi’s tanned skin flushed a little.
She scratched the back of her head a little sheepishly.
“And… meat cuisine master is a bit exaggerated, a bit exaggerated, haha… hahahaha!”
Mito Ikumi looked up and burst into hearty laughter.
It was clear that she was happy.
After all, it was the first time someone praised her like that.
“Hey, underclassman, what’s your name?”
Mito Ikumi, with a casual arm, hooked around Hong Yi’s neck, suddenly pulling him into her arms.
Hong Yi, caught off guard, immediately widened his eyes.
He had no chance to resist and was directly face-to-face with Mito Ikumi’s generous bosom.
“This brute force…”
“No wonder she can handle an entire cow leg with one hand.”
While Hong Yi was shocked, he smelled Mito Ikumi’s faint, mixed scent of grease and a unique body fragrance, as he answered, “Hong Yi, Hong of flood, Yi of perseverance.”
“Hong Yi, you’re from the East.”
“I love Eastern braised pork, stir-fried pork, and other meat dishes!”
Mito Ikumi said happily.
“Hehe, since we’re so compatible, I’ll give you some information about the entrance exam.”
“First of all, Tōtsuki Academy has two branches.”
“One is the Culinary Branch, which cultivates cooks!”
“The other is the Hunter Branch, which cultivates Gourmet Hunters!”
“Gourmet Hunter!?”
A wave of shock rippled through Hong Yi's heart.