Chapter 10 Encountering Yu Xiaogang in the cafeteria
"What about you?" Wang Sheng was very surprised.
"Since you know you can't beat me, why do you still challenge me? Your reaction is very fast."
"If it had hit me just now, I would have been injured."
Fang Ling shook his head: "I'm just afraid of being bullied, so I'm just showing you my strength. I never meant to hurt anyone."
"I have my own things to do and I can't listen to your instructions."
Wang Sheng understood and responded with loyalty:
"Okay, I'll blame you for your courage and for not attacking me in the end, I promise you!"
While rubbing the sore spot on his stomach, he sighed: "Don't blame me. We working-study students are looked down upon by other students. Every working-study student will face this sooner or later."
“So, we working-study students must unite.”
"I don't care if you don't listen to me and don't recognize me as the boss, but if others bully you, I won't help you."
Fang Ling laughed: "Don't worry, I don't need your help if I am bullied. I used to be a beggar, what grievances have I not suffered?"
"Were you a beggar in the past?" Wang Sheng stared.
"Ugh~!"
Just when he was about to say something, all he heard was retching.
His eyes were slightly moist.
He was hit in the stomach unpreparedly. Although it wasn't serious, it just hit his stomach. The pain made him feel nauseous.
After spitting two mouthfuls of sour water on the ground and rubbing the sore spot, Wang Sheng felt a little hungry.
"You're hungry. I'll take you to eat and see a few places in the academy."
"Thank you." Fang Ling was very polite.
"No matter how polite you are, we are all work-study students. If you don't unite, you will get beaten."
Wang Sheng smiled boldly, and patted Ling's thin shoulder with his broad and thick palm, making him stagger.
Seeing this, he laughed and said, "I see you didn't bring a bedding. Do you have no money or do you?"
Fang Ling was helped to stand firm by him: "I have money, but I haven't had time to buy it yet."
"I'll take you there. I've been a work-study student for five years. I've been all over the city. I know where there are delicious and cheap beddings. I know where there are cheap and useful beddings for sale."
He said impatiently.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thirty-year-old teacher, like a suddenly refreshed NPC, walked in from the outside silently.
"Who is the new work-study student?"
"Teacher, I'm here." Fang Ling waved quickly.
The teacher glanced at Fang Ling's wooden prosthetic leg in surprise, his expression slightly strange:
"My name is Mo Hen, and I am the teacher in charge of your work-study students."
"Your name is... huh?"
"Fang Ling." Fang Ling reminded him softly.
If Mo Henxiang didn't hear it, he still took out a piece of paper and looked at it: "Fang Ling, right?"
"Yeah." Fang Ling nodded lightly.
"You are first-year work-study students...cleaning, slacking off at work, dropping out of school...the opening ceremony..."
In short, he is just like those leaders who simply talk, explaining many things in a big way.
I was tired of talking to myself, so I stopped because my mouth was dry and my tongue was dry.
"That's all I have to say, let Wang Shengjiao teach you the rest of the rules."
He said that and left.
Fang Ling was left standing there silently thinking.
Wang Sheng patted his shoulder lightly and whispered in his ear: "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
"Don't be in a daze, it's your first time here today, I'll treat you to dinner!"
Fang Lingli hesitated a little, but Wang Sheng pulled him away directly.
Several other work-study students quickly followed, pushing and jostling all the way to the teaching building.
It is also where the canteen is located.
The cafeteria is distributed very strangely in the teaching building.
We were eating on the first floor. Xu arrived early and did not encounter any provocation from other students. Even Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
In his current state, I'm afraid he will most likely be beaten, and since he can't kill anyone, it's better not to meet him.
Temporary patience is nothing.
He is a late-stage hero. When he kills more people, becomes a higher level, and becomes more powerful, we will see who dares to show his teeth.
Fang Ling had made a meal and was sitting down to eat.
Suddenly, they saw a man of medium build and slightly thin passing by them.
At first glance, he looked about forty or fifty years old.
The appearance is very ordinary, with short black hair in a 37-part length.
This man has a special temperament, and his eyes are open and closed with a hint of laziness and decadence.
His hands were behind his back, as if he was showing off.
At first glance, it looks like it has experienced the vicissitudes of life.
But the eye-catching zombie face, big mouth and thick lips are a bit too eye-catching.
The movement of walking with hands behind his back is like imitating Dong Shi, full of an inexplicable sense of comedy.
"Who is that person?"
Fang Ling made a guess, took a bite of rice, and pointed at the back of the figure who was going up to the second floor with his chopsticks.
"Who?" Wang Sheng raised his head, briefly distinguished himself, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Oh~ you mean 'Master'?"
"His name is Yu Xiaogang. He is just a freeloader in the academy relying on his connections with the dean. He is not very strong and daydreams all day long. He is only level 29 at the age of fifty and will never be able to break through to a great soul master."
He looked sideways at Fang Ling, chewing rice in his mouth, but did not delay speaking at all.
"What's wrong? Do you know him?"
It is indeed Yu Xiaogang!
To be able to fall in love with such an ugly guy with a zombie face and thick lips can only be said to be a true love story.
Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong were really blind.
Fang Ling sighed in his heart without saying anything clearly: "No, I just feel that his back is a bit familiar."
In fact, I think his appearance is particularly funny, but I might as well forget about scolding him openly.
Yu Xiaogang is ugly and incompetent. Fang Ling looks down on him.
But he is Bibi Dong's heart and soul, the only holy land in her eyes.
If you still ask for help from others in the future, you must develop the habit of speaking ill of others without speaking face to face from now on.
Just stay silent.
Otherwise, maybe at some point, a casual sentence would reach Bibi Dong’s ears.
The Killing Capital group, which originally had great hopes and was extremely crucial, was ruined because of bad words about Yu Xiaogang. That would be funny.
He still has a backup plan, but if he lacks the springboard of Killing City, it will greatly extend his promotion time.
Besides, it’s not impossible to fight for the position of god.
The killing system allows Fang Ling to only walk on the road of corpse mountain and sea of blood. Isn't it just right to be equipped with the pure killing god of Shura?
Fang Ling wrote down this idea, and seeing that they were almost finished eating, he immediately speeded up and started eating.
After the meal, the defensiveness among the few began to disappear.
They are both young children. After a simple acquaintance, Fang Ling blended in smoothly.
After the lengthy opening ceremony, he successfully started his regular college life.
I have classes in the morning, go to the slaughterhouse to kill pigs in the afternoon, and sweep the floor when I come back to earn a small amount of extra money.
Occasionally, he would also bring some homemade braised pork to Wang Sheng and the others.
In the evening, I meditated and practiced according to the simple methods taught in class.
Even though he couldn't feel the slightest sign of increase in soul power except for the data displayed on the panel, he was already content with it and persisted every day.
Feeling the tiny bits of soul power flowing through his body was an indescribable sense of relief to him.
This is spiritual practice!
Power belongs to yourself!
(End of chapter)