Ghost Matchmaking: Ghost Emperor Husband and Campus Queen Wife

"Master!"

Just as Yun Zhenyue was walking out of the cafeteria, Xiao Jiu and the others, coming down from the high-end restaurant, happened to see her and called out.

Yun Zhenyue turned around, her body freezing for a moment.

Already feeling guilty, she avoided Xiao Jiu’s gaze and changed the subject. "Have you all eaten your fill?"

Earlier, Xiao Jiu had asked her to eat with them at the high-end restaurant.

Yun Zhenyue had no appetite, so she didn’t go, using the excuse that she hadn’t slept well the previous night to leave first.

Seeing her master acting a little strange, Xiao Jiu sensed something was off.

She was very sensitive to such subtle emotional shifts.

Usually, her master would look at her with the expression one uses for a naughty child.

’Why is she looking away today?’

’And didn’t she say she didn’t sleep well? Shouldn’t she be heading back to the dorm?’

"Hmm? Master, why do you look so guilty? Don’t tell me you did something bad without telling me?"

Detective Xiao Jiu leaned in suspiciously next to Yun Zhenyue.

"Of course not. You’re overthinking things," Yun Zhenyue said, averting her gaze again.

"Really? Then why won’t you look at me, Master?" Xiao Jiu took a few steps, moving back into Yun Zhenyue’s line of sight.

"..."

Resigned, Yun Zhenyue looked at Xiao Jiu.

The latter was finally satisfied and put her hands on her hips.

"Hmph, hmph! All villains will eventually be brought to justice by Jiu!"

"I don’t know what bad thing you did in secret, Master, but remember to include me next time."

Xiao Ba looked at her silly sister and shook her head. "You idiot, stop making things difficult for Master."

"She’s just upset about this mission. Don’t add to her troubles."

"Oh..." Xiao Jiu deflated.

Li Ruxue pressed her thin lips together, wanting to speak but holding back.

She knew this mission to occupy the Soul Inn would be very difficult for Yun Zhenyue, as it would implicate many humans.

Looking at it from another perspective,

it was like asking her to go against the dungeon instance she herself belonged to.

’Even if she’s completely loyal to the factory, she must feel terrible, right?’

...

The Dragon Country audience’s hearts skipped a beat when they saw this.

’No way!’

’Even an idiot like Xiao Jiu can tell something is wrong with Yun Zhenyue?’

’Once the truth comes out, she really won’t be able to hide it!’

[There’s still time! Master Yun Zhenyue, hurry up and go throw out that soup!]

[Yeah, with her status, it would only take a single word from her to stop those employees from drinking the soup.]

[I’ve been thinking, Yun Zhenyue is definitely more important than all the other Dragon Country players in the Ghost World combined!]

[It’s not worth selling herself out just to stop this mission!]

[This is bad, this is bad, they’re about to start eating.]

...

「Meanwhile.」

The meal prepared for the three hundred employees before their departure was served.

Many of the ghosts were already drooling.

The moment the meat dishes were placed on the tables, they were frantically snatched up!

Most of the ghosts were like starving ghouls!

The employee meals they usually ate were the worst kind of garbage!

But now?

Not only was it free, but there were also all these delicacies!

Dishes that were ordinary for the mid-to-high-level staff were fought over by them as if they were starving!

"This pork knuckle is mine! Don’t you dare snatch my pork knuckle!"

"Get lost, you bastard! Don’t touch my tenderloin!"

"Whose drool is this? It dripped into my bowl! How disgusting is that?"

"So good, so good! This is awesome!"

"I haven’t been this full in so long..."

It was a whirlwind of devouring!

The cafeteria looked like a warzone!

Yun Zhenyue and the others, who were chatting off to the side, were left dumbfounded.

「Half an hour later.」

Everyone had just about finished eating.

Especially the meatball soup served from the large tureen.

It received unanimous praise from the employees!

However, one employee did complain to a ghost chef, saying the meatball soup tasted a bit strange—a little more astringent than usual. But under the head chef’s impatient gaze, he walked away, still confused.

Seeing that basically everyone had drunk the meatball soup, Yun Zhenyue’s palms began to sweat.

Just then, a ghost’s expression suddenly changed. His stomach immediately started to RUMBLE RUMBLE.

His friend next to him said scornfully, "You can get an upset stomach from just a meal?"

"I keep telling you to exercise more. Your body is just too weak."

No sooner had he finished speaking, that ghost also felt a sudden, sharp pain in his abdomen. His face turned pale, and he clutched his butt.

"Oh no, there’s something wrong with the food!" he yelled, rushing toward the restroom.

But the cafeteria restroom was tiny, with only a dozen or so stalls. Before he even reached the door, he saw a long line had already formed outside.

"What the fuck?" The ghost was stunned.

All the ghosts, regardless of gender, were pale-faced and clutching their rears.

They all looked like they were about to lose control!

Seeing this, some ghosts rushed outside or ran back to their dorms to take care of their biological needs.

As for the lucky ghosts who managed to snag a stall?

The moment they squatted down!

Instant relief!

Some couldn’t even help but let out a moan.

At that moment, the cafeteria restroom was filled with the sound of popping popcorn.

But just two seconds after the ghosts who’d relieved themselves stood up, the feeling returned.

They could only squat back down.

This went on back and forth.

Soon, they didn’t even have the strength to stand up. All they could do was stay squatted over the toilet, listening to the frantic BANG BANG BANG of knocking on the stall doors.

"Are you done in there yet? You’ve been in there for half an hour! Are you eating in there or what?"

"Stop knocking! I can’t get up!"

Similar scenes were playing out in restrooms all over the factory.

A mass "spray" incident had erupted!

...

’What’s going on?’

Aside from those three hundred core employees, all the other ghosts looked at each other in confusion.

They put down their trays.

Many of them stared intently at the food on their plates.

Their first thought wasn’t that someone had added a laxative.

Instead, they suspected there was a problem with the cafeteria’s food.

This wasn’t the first time a mass food poisoning incident had happened at the cafeteria.

In the past, kitchen staff had deliberately skimped on ghost coins, leading to a drop in food quality. They had passed off toxic meat as a substitute, causing all the ghosts who ate at the cafeteria that day to pass out.

This group immediately ran to the serving window and started shouting angrily.

"Are you guys pulling this shit again?"

"Dammit, I knew today’s food tasted off! So you’re the ones who messed with it!"

"Where’s the head chef? Get your ass out here!"

"I can tolerate poor-quality food, but you’re deliberately feeding us poison! Do you have any conscience at all?!"

"Sons of bitches, all of you, get out here!!"

Seeing this, the ghost head chef, wearing his tall hat, wore a cold expression.

He had orders from the higher-ups today.

He had specifically selected a batch of high-quality ingredients.

And he had inspected them one by one; there was nothing wrong with them.

Unless one of the chefs under him had sticky fingers and secretly swapped the ingredients.

But there was no way he would admit to something like that.

’They’re just a bunch of stinking beggars anyway!’

’They’re lucky to have anything to eat at all.’

’And they dare cause trouble at the kitchen?’

"All of you, shut up!"

The ghost head chef grabbed a gleaming butcher knife and, unable to contain his rage, slammed it into the cutting board with a THWACK.

He almost chopped off the fingers of the ghost standing at the very front.

The four stars on his chef’s hat were enough to intimidate the group of ghosts.

"There’s absolutely nothing wrong with today’s food. I checked it all myself."

"You have a problem with your own bodies, and you want to blame the cooks?"

"Are you trying to dine and dash?!"

His roar, turning the tables on them, frightened the ghosts who hadn’t drunk the meatball soup.

Many of the ghosts rubbed their stomachs.

They were indeed fine.

Their momentum immediately fizzled out.

Seeing this, the ghost head chef’s expression finally softened a bit.

But just then, someone shouted, "The President is here..."

CLATTER~

His butcher knife fell to the floor.