DING-DONG! DING-DONG!
At twelve o’clock sharp, the cheerful noon lunch chime echoed through the halls of Dry-Well Galactic Elementary School #42.
In the front four rows of Classroom 1-A, eighty seven-year-old boys and girls neatly capped their pencils, stacked their notebooks on the top-right corner of their desks, and pulled out their clean stainless-steel divided lunch trays and spoons.
In the back row, the gravity locks on the twenty Mandatory Morality Class Seats clicked down to 10% for lunch break.
First Young Master Zi Ao let out a long groan as he unbent his sore knees. Even though he had a shiny Little Red Paper Flower stuck to his forehead just like Huang Jinfeng, he quickly straightened his torn silk collar and put his proud royal expression back on his face.
“Listen up, everyone!” First Young Master Zi Ao whispered fiercely to the nineteen other Royal Young Masters sitting along the back wall. “It is twelve o’clock! That mayor Pei Xuan is about to bring out the peasant school lunch! Remember who we are—we are the noble heirs of the Five Celestial Bloodline Clans! Since the day we were weaned, we have only eaten steamed Dragon-Marrow Carp and thousand-year Jade Dew!”
