Eighteen Meals a Day at the Interstellar Military Academy

When Deng Jiao transmigrated, she was floating in a tank full of nutrient solution. Though everything was unfamiliar and she felt weak, she was warm and full. Then she was dumped on a garbage planet, where she spent seventeen years scraping by on trash. What's this? Expired nutrient solution. I'll eat it. What's this? Kitchen scraps tossed in an old takeout box without being sorted. I'll eat them. Dried, poisoned space rats, crumbs left in some unknown package, delicious little snacks with eight times the protein of beef. Great, I'll wolf them all down... First line: Run left and right, but never eat your fill. Second line: Fly up and burrow down, but never go hungry. Horizontal line: Sweep the garbage planet clean. As she boarded the spaceship leaving the garbage planet, tears of deep emotion streamed down her face. The next second, she excitedly applied to a school, only to discover that the military academy offered a 10% meal subsidy. Deng Jiao's eyes turned red. Her fingers hammered the application button until sparks flew. At the three-service tournament, StarNet was watching one particular competitor. She was cold and quiet, a dazzling talent from a humble background. An interviewer asked why she had chosen the weakest of the three services, the First Army. She replied, "The First Army has a 10% meal subsidy." After a pause, she added, "I eat eighteen meals a day." With a reaction GIF: she pulled out a steamed bun and started chewing, getting through ten buns. StarNet: [Why I chose the lowest-paying job out of all the options], [Company X accepts applicants with only 10% of the required education], followed by, [I work eighteen hours a day]. Theme: Don't waste food.