Chapter 8 Admission, Seven Houses
A month later, a dilapidated courtyard on the edge of the city.
Fang Ling ate the pig intestines and watched the growth of the illusory progress bar with great joy.
The original empty frame has now grown by more than one-sixth!
A pig, like a human, can grow one percent longer, but killing a pig is much easier than killing a human being.
It was a progress he had only dreamed of in the past.
Although due to physical and technical reasons, it took him three days to kill one person.
It wasn't a lot of kills, but it was far better than if he had just waited.
Killing pigs and the progress bar grow together. It only takes about five months to accumulate a little.
The speed of becoming a soul master is more than doubled.
But now besides killing pigs, there is another very important thing——
It’s time to sign up.
Yes, there are many villages outside the city, so the Wuhun Hall will awaken the Wuhun three months in advance.
Since the city is so close, we always arrive one month in advance.
After killing pigs for a month, it's time for Fang Ling to go to school.
Putting on a new set of clean and simple clothes, he reluctantly remembered the dilapidated courtyard in his heart.
From now on, he will live in Notting College, the place where dragons hide, and if nothing else, he probably won't come back again.
He pinned the trophy dagger from the old beggar to his waist and found proof that it was hidden.
First, he looked at it carefully, then kissed it, and then strode out.
Notting College is in the west of Notting City, and his dilapidated courtyard is in the south of Notting City.
This city is not big, and he is quite familiar with all the places. It won't take long for him to arrive.
We arrived at the place in about half an hour.
A tall rock arch with two dark iron gates below.
In the middle of the arch, there are four big characters, "Notting College".
This door alone can be seen to be of great value. The soul master is truly worthy of being the master of Douluo Continent.
There was a young guard standing at the door. He looked carefree and didn't look like a good person.
It was probably the person who would embarrass Tang San in the future and be judged as having a way to die.
When the concierge saw Fang Ling standing still, he waved his fingertips down at him and said:
"Go, go, little brat, go and play. This is Notting College, not a place suitable for you to play."
"Hello, handsome guy, I am a work-study student from Huangshi Village who is going to Notting College. This is the soul master certificate issued by Master Su."
Fang Ling was not annoyed by his rude words and directly took out the soul master's certificate and handed it to him.
The concierge took the certificate and glanced briefly: "Weapon Soul Scythe, first level soul power?"
After waiting for a while, seeing that Fang Ling didn't give any indication, he glanced at his prosthetic limb with a playful smile on his face.
"You have such a low-level soul power and you are still a lame kid, but you want to go to school?"
"What kind of rubbish village is Huangshi Village?"
Fang Ling didn't mind being scolded in Huangshi Village, since he wasn't from there anyway.
But he still couldn't help but feel angry at his blocking the way.
Tang San was really right.
Fang Ling somewhat agreed with him. This naughty concierge really had a right to death!
I’ve only been working for a month, and I don’t have any money, so I can’t give it to you!
The idiot concierge is not a soul master. He dares to block the road and ask for money. Do you want to die?
Fang Ling is currently living cautiously, but he is not afraid to draw his sword even if he is threatened by a mortal!
There was a flash of light in the palm of his right hand, and the spirit of the sickle appeared in an instant.
At the same time, his eyes were slightly slender and cold, and there was a faint murderous look between his brows.
He had killed people and ten pigs before. As long as he recalled the feeling at that time, the so-called murderous intention would naturally emerge.
It must be relevant for a person without soul power to be the concierge of the Soul Master Academy. It would not be good to kill him.
So he was just trying to scare him, otherwise it would have been Li Shi.
The concierge's originally smiling face suddenly froze.
Looking at the shimmering blade of the blade in Fang Ling's hand, he felt a chill coming from him. His hair stood on end and his muscles trembled.
Wrong person! Where did such a powerful brat come from?
He had been asking for money for three years by taking cards, and he was able to survive until now because he had good eyesight and obeyed in time.
Realizing that something was wrong, he secretly said something bad, and the concierge quickly begged for mercy: "It's because I didn't wake up last night, and I'm talking uncontrollably today. Brother Fang, don't be like a fool like me."
Fang Ling ignored his plea for mercy and walked directly past him.
After entering the academy, the sickle disappeared and his left hand was taken out from the lime bag on his waist.
He patted the dust on his hands and sneered: "You bitch."
The concierge looked at the scattered dust and felt a sudden chill in his back, knowing that he was on the verge of death.
He quickly bowed and fanned his cheeks vigorously.
"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch."
Fang Ling no longer paid attention to this unfortunate thing. He knew the location of the Academic Affairs Office and walked directly to the first floor of the main teaching building.
The door to the Academic Affairs Office was open. I looked at the sign on the door to make sure I was in the right place and walked directly inside.
……
After successfully registering, Fang Ling took a standard Notting College white uniform from the dean and walked towards the dormitory building.
The dormitory for work-study students is in No. 7, which is the dormitory with the worst environment in the entire college.
This is not surprising, since there was no tuition fee in the first place, allowing a poor boy to live and study well, Wuhun Palace has already benefited the world.
At least he was pregnant and wouldn't be killed in his sleep. After all, it was better than his original dilapidated courtyard.
As soon as I walked to Qishe's door, I heard a noise coming from inside the door.
Looking closely, I saw the door was open, and there were seven or eight children playing around inside.
Fang Ling knocked on the door, with the same bright smile on his face.
We are all roommates, so we have to have a good relationship.
You can live a little more comfortably.
"Hello, I am a new work-study student, Fang Ling."
Everyone was attracted by the new arrival and stopped fighting.
The tallest leader walked towards him.
He was tall and strong, a full two heads taller than the skinny Fang Ling.
He glanced at Fang Ling's improved prosthesis in astonishment, and then looked down at him from a high position.
"I am Wang Sheng, the boss of the dormitory, my martial spirit is Zhan Hu. What is your martial spirit?"
"Sickle."
Fang Ling summoned his martial spirit and showed it to them.
Sickle!
Wang Sheng's eyes lit up, he was a good fighting spirit.
But then his eyes dimmed immediately, and it was a pity that he was lame.
"Little cripple, remember to listen to me from now on, you know?"
"What will happen if you don't listen?" Fang Ling blinked.
"Beat me and you can be the boss and you don't have to listen! Do you want to try?"
Wang Sheng clenched his fists loudly, and then gestured to Fang Ling with his sandbag-sized fists.
An unruly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if to intimidate him.
"Are you scared?"
"Let's have a fight." Fang Ling's smile did not fade, and he raised his sickle to invite him to fight.
"I have my own things to do, and I can't possibly obey your orders."
Based on Wang Sheng's physical advantage, if he didn't start with a ruthless attack, he would probably not be able to defeat him.
They were all classmates who had to get along with each other for at least three years, and they were in the academy. Fang Ling didn't want to be cruel, but he couldn't do it without fighting.
People who are bullied will inevitably want to vent their anger, and the easiest way is to divert their anger.
So you can't be looked down upon from the beginning.
Otherwise, if you are too young and thin, you will easily suffer a disadvantage.
(End of chapter)