Chapter 169: Categories of Rich Second Generation

Rex leaned back against the counter, arms folded behind his head, as if this was all part of some grand master plan.

"Eh. Life's short," he said. "Might as well make lunch legendary."

A few started clapping. Someone actually dropped to one knee in mock worship.

The cafeteria was buzzing—some taking pictures, others just staring in stunned admiration like they were witnessing a historical event. Laughter, chatter, and the distant sound of kitchen chaos filled the air.

But just as they were busy frolicking around in the high of free food and Rex's rising status as Class Lunch Messiah, a sharp, discordant voice sliced through the air like a rusty knife scraping a chalkboard.

"Humph! What is all this fuss about? Isn't it just a free meal? What's the big deal? Hmph, these peasants."

The room fell silent, and the laughter fading into awkward silence, like someone had suddenly unplugged the aux cord at a party.