MBTI high school

Chapter 31:

Chapter 31: "Flying Pancakes: Coming Soon to Theaters"

The big day of the interschool competition had arrived, and as always, MBTI High School was determined to prove its absolute superiority. Divided into three teams, they were ready to claim all the trophies. Or so they thought.

At the forefront was ESTJ—a girl with a military temperament who could probably command an entire army with just a whistle—leading the sports team, composed of ENTJ, ESTP, and other students.

—“NO ONE loses today! Do you hear me? Otherwise, you’ll be doing push-ups until the Earth changes its rotation!” she barked, while ENTJ reviewed, for the fifth time, the strategic plan he had drafted at 3 a.m.

Meanwhile, ESTP was performing unnecessary but impressive stunts for the crowd, shouting:

—“I’m ready! When do we start?”

In a quieter corner, the science team—INTJ, INFJ, and INTP—was preparing their secret weapons: mathematical and scientific projects so complex they could make a quantum physics professor cry.

—“Victory is statistically guaranteed unless someone makes a monumental mistake,” INTJ announced in an icy tone.

INFJ, calmer, shrugged while jotting down ideas in a notebook, probably a list of excuses they’d need in case of disaster.

As for INTP, she was fiddling with a test tube containing a suspiciously fluorescent solution.

—“Don’t worry, it should only explode if someone drops it into… I don’t know… a hot frying pan.”

Spoiler: no one was actually worried. Well, almost no one.

In the culinary zone, ESFJ led her team like a Michelin-starred chef in the middle of a rush.

—“These pancakes must be perfect! I want fluffiness, balance, and above all, NO EXPLOSIONS!”

ISFP was deeply immersed in artistic pancake decoration, placing fruit pieces as if her life depended on it, while ENFP dashed around, handing out samples to random passersby who hadn’t asked for any.

—“Do you like pancakes? Do you like life? Then vote for us!” he yelled with terrifying energy.

Everything was going almost fine. Almost. Until a scream pierced the air.

A racehorse had escaped its enclosure and, of course, ENTP and INFP were on its back. Well, if you could call it “on a horse.” INFP clung on desperately, her eyes wide with terror, while ENTP hung upside down, his foot caught in the saddle.

—“THIS IS AMAZING!” he yelled, as if risking his life was the best idea ever.

The horse galloped in all directions, causing chaos in the crowd. INFP screamed:

—“I’M GOING TO DIE!” while ENTP kept laughing like it was a game.

Spectators ran everywhere—some filming, others seriously questioning the school’s sense of logic.

The horse bolted straight toward the science booth. INFJ and INTJ bolted without hesitation, but INTP, heroic (or completely oblivious), stood her ground with crossed arms.

—“If this horse thinks it’s going to destroy my work, it’s wrong. I may be small, but I’m immovable.”

INFJ, in rescue mode, dashed back and dragged INTP by the collar, pulling her several meters like a sack of potatoes.

—“What are you made of? Reinforced concrete?” he groaned, sweating.

The horse sped through, toppling everything in its path, including INTP’s chemical solution, which splashed directly into ESFJ’s frying pan.

The result? An explosion so spectacular it looked like fireworks sponsored by a fast-food chain.

Pancakes flew through the air, some landing on the horrified faces of spectators. ISFP stared at the disaster, a piece of strawberry stuck to her forehead.

—“My pancakes… they were art. Now, it’s a battlefield.”

ENFP, meanwhile, was doubled over laughing:

—“Seriously, we should patent this! Exploding pancakes—it’s revolutionary!”

The horse finally calmed down thanks to INFP, who managed to whisper softly in its ear, though her knees were still trembling. Meanwhile, ENTP, still hanging upside down, freed himself by falling headfirst onto the ground. He stood up, laughing:

—“Honestly, that was awesome. Can we do it again tomorrow?”

But his smile faded quickly when he saw ESFJ, INTP, and INTJ advancing toward him. ESFJ held a spatula in her trembling hand, her rage barely contained. INTP’s glasses were askew, and INTJ’s gaze could freeze a volcano.

—“YOU DESTROYED MY PANCAKES!” ESFJ yelled.

—“My project. My masterpiece. My solution,” INTP added ominously.

INTJ, ever the succinct one, concluded coldly:

—“Run. Now.”

ENTP burst out laughing, as if it were all a joke, then bolted for his life with his three furious teammates in hot pursuit. Meanwhile, ENFP yelled to the crowd:

—“Wait, I’m filming! This is going to get millions of views!”

To be continued… if ENTP survives.