Xanthia had no idea that her former desk mate, Xenia, would so drastically misunderstand her actions. Xenia had even gone as far as spreading rumors about Xanthia’s supposed impoverished familia background, ciming that she was consumed with feelings of inadequacy.

  To make matters worse, Xanthia’s dedication to the "Clean Pte Campaign" had attracted the attention of individuals with less than kind intentions. Her habit of ensuring no food went to waste—a practice she considered purely practical—became material for gossip.

  By chance, Xanthia often found herself seated near the cafeteria’s serving area, making her visible not only to Dematero and Glen but also to many others in her css. This visibility only fueled the spreading rumor.

  In reality, Xanthia bore no fault in the situation. The food served in the school cafeteria was widely considered mediocre at best. Few students participated in the "Clean Pte Campaign" as she did; most were so unimpressed with the school’s offerings that they preferred to purchase snacks or instant noodles from the school’s convenience store, which provided meals far superior to the cafeteria’s ckluster fare.

  Students from wealthier familias were even bolder, frequently ordering takeout or borrowing a "day student card" from their commuting peers to sneak out and eat at proper restaurants.

  For the less fortunate students who lived on campus, Sundays were a small beacon of hope, offering temporary relief from the dreadful cafeteria meals.

  So, when Xanthia was observed eating this "slop" with evident enjoyment, her cssmates could only pity her. How dire her life must be, they thought, for her to find pleasure in such awful food.

  Luciel La Lebrador, another student in Css 3, was one who particurly noticed Xanthia. Luciel, with her tomboyish demeanor, strong sense of justice, and knightly disposition, had rarely given Xanthia much thought before. But now, Xanthia occupied a significant space in her mind.

  Luciel was not only admired by the male students as the css beauty but was also popur among the girls. Her wheat-colored skin, striking features, and warm personality, combined with her generous nature, gave her an aura of leadership that endeared her to many.

  As the head of the dormitory, Luciel was adored by her roommates, who affectionately called her "husband." She also served as the css’s "life committee member."

  Xenia, who shared a dormitory with Luciel and greatly admired her, had previously gossiped about Xanthia with their roommates. At the time, the rumors had been dismissed as baseless.

  But the situation had changed. Xanthia’s participation in the "Clean Pte Campaign" was not a one-day occurrence; she had been consistent for an entire week. Furthermore, she carefully selected small portions of food, ensuring she could always finish her pte.

  This peculiar behavior seemed to support the notion that Xanthia came from a poor familia. Here was a girl who genuinely enjoyed food everyone else despised, yet appeared unable to afford to eat her fill. It was more than pitiable—it was heartbreaking.

  Despite their sympathy, none of the students offered tangible help. It’s one thing to feel pity and quite another to take action, especially for someone you barely know.

  However, there are always a few kind souls willing to help those they perceive as vulnerable.

  By the fifth day of Xanthia’s "Clean Pte Campaign," Luciel, driven by her strong sense of righteousness, decided she could no longer remain silent.

  When Luciel first noticed Xanthia’s “pitiful state” on the campaign’s inaugural day, she refrained from acting immediately, opting instead to observe further.

  After five days, Luciel’s observations seemed to confirm her assumptions. Xanthia, a girl of weak presence and a frail frame, undoubtedly came from a struggling background. She likely couldn’t afford to eat properly, which expined her thinness and pale complexion—perhaps even anemia.

  “Malnutrition must have weakened her immune system,” Luciel reasoned. “No wonder she always looks so fragile.”

  But despite these presumed hardships, Xanthia faced each day with a cheerful disposition, appearing content and optimistic. What incredible resilience, Luciel thought.

  Imagining the hardships Xanthia must have endured, Luciel felt deeply moved.

  On the sixth day at noon, Xanthia was once again dining alone in the cafeteria, focused on completing her challenge the next day. Once she earned the "foodie" attribute, she could finally enjoy tastier meals!

  During this nearly week-long campaign, Xanthia had also been teaching herself to sing with the help of the system, aiming to activate her singing attribute and upgrade them using her happy points. Meanwhile, she was diligently accumuting happy points wherever possible, with the occasional pain points adding to her total.

  Interestingly, the most popur mobile game in this parallel world was one she had pyed in her previous life. Though she had never been particurly skilled, only reaching diamond rank in solo matches, she now felt confident she could climb higher with the help of her "Wisdom Root" attribute—perhaps even to the top rank.

  Her confidence, however, led to some unfortunate experiences for her teammates. Lower-ranked pyers often shed out at the slightest mistake, and Xanthia’s underperformance drew their frustration. While embarrassing for her, these interactions unexpectedly helped her collect pain points.

  “The more they suffer, the more I gain,” she thought with a mix of amusement and guilt.

  Still, her setbacks were temporary. With growing skill, she knew she could eventually turn these defeats into triumphant victories, doubling the joy of success.

  She also discovered an intriguing phenomenon: whenever she used her microphone to cheer on her teammates with her soft, sweet voice, they transformed into perfect gentlemen. Many became remarkably helpful, and teamwork improved significantly, boosting their chances of winning.

  Of course, there were always skeptics who accused her of using a voice changer. How could a girl be so skilled? Surely no female gamer could achieve such proficiency!

  Yet, gaming, while entertaining, didn’t yield many pain points, as most pyers didn’t take their losses to heart. As such, this method was akin to earning pocket change—effective but slow.

  With the points she had accumuted, Xanthia managed to purchase three limited-edition blind boxes from the store. She hadn’t opened them yet, as such an event required an auspicious day. She pnned to bathe, change into fresh clothes, wear her cross neckce, attend Sunday mass, and follow every superstition to ensure good fortune.

  As Xanthia reflected on these thoughts, enjoying her meal, a striking girl carrying a tray approached her.

  “Xanthia, may I sit here?” the girl asked.

  “Of course, feel free,” Xanthia replied, recognizing her cssmate, Luciel La Lebrador.

  Luciel gently set her tray down, her gaze cautious as she looked at Xanthia.

  Xanthia gnced at Luciel’s tray, noting the generous portions. This girl certainly had a hearty appetite, with her tray piled high with various meats: chicken legs, pork chops, and pork loin were all present.