I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 29 Tang Xiaosan Is My Name

"I think it's very suitable." This teacher can also teach cooking, which is very good.

At this time, a young teacher looked at the proof, from shock to regret, said, "Indeed, this kid's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

When Director Su heard this, he also sighed secretly, and said: "Although Master has a bit of a weird personality, he is an 'invincible' existence in terms of Wuhun theory. Anyway, your Wuhun is also a blue silver grass, and your future achievements will be limited. It is also a good choice to worship him as a teacher."

Pass the school uniform to Tang San, "This is your school uniform. If the size is not suitable, please send it over and change it. The college will distribute it for free. Your dormitory will be arranged in Room [-]. Later, the teacher will arrange for you to work and study to earn living expenses , go."

"Thank you." After taking the clothes, Tang San turned around and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office after saluting politely. This school still has ways to make money, it's good, you can't delay raising grass.

The school uniform given by Director Su is a standard Notting Junior Soul Master Academy school uniform, with a large area of ​​azure blue background, only a circle of white decoration on the sleeves, plain and elegant.

Not far away from the teaching affairs just now, Tang San vaguely heard the voice of the young teacher who had spoken before in the teaching affairs office.

The voice was full of disdain, "The master's theory is invincible and invincible, and someone can prove it. Director, I heard him say something ridiculous about the ten core competitiveness of Wuhun in the principal's office. It's extremely ridiculous. , Wuhundian also helped him to publicize it, which is simply misleading the younger generation."

Director Su's tone was stern, and he said: "That's enough, the master is the dean's friend. As for you, it's not yet time to judge him. What gave you the confidence to question the decision of Wuhundian? Even if there is no one to prove his The theory is correct, but no one has proved his theory wrong. In the Wuhun world, the master is a well-known figure."

The young teacher's face was ugly after being taught a lesson, and he snorted coldly, still a little unconvinced, and said, "I think he is a famous clown..."

He finally shrank and stopped talking under Director Su's indifferent gaze.

After listening to the conversation inside, Tang San's footsteps paused for a moment, then continued to walk outside.

It seems that his teacher still has a lot of unknown past. Also, the data just mentioned may be related to the Wuhun Palace. After all, his Wuhun was also awakened by Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Wuhun Palace. , As an ordinary person, you can't get these data.

Tang San's eyes showed a little bit of curiosity, what kind of secrets did he have about the teacher he just met.

Tang San didn't think his current teacher was easy to mess with.

Just from a simple proof, it can be seen that he is a twin martial soul. Although Lan Yincao guessed wrongly about the strength, but his special situation, is this still a mediocrity?Where did that old face of the young teacher come from? You are backed by a famous teacher and have the qualifications to be a Douluo?
Wu Liu: Lazily listening to the live version of the official complaints.That young teacher is indeed ordinary and confident.

The master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual. In Tang San's view, the power of the teacher cannot be passed on to the apprentice. To impart knowledge and solve doubts is what he needs most now. The master happens to be his food.

Wuliu: If you say that, the master will be moved to bite the book!

Tang San looked around, there was only one dormitory building, on which was engraved with big characters of "dormitory building", it was five stories high, and it was easy to see.

Just like when Tang San awakened, he was the only one of the eight children who had soul power. According to this speculation, there are very few people who can become soul masters, especially in the small place of Notting City, where teachers and students live together. Floor is more than enough.

There are only seven dormitories for students, and the three floors below the dormitory building host seven large dormitories where students live, and each dormitory is in charge of a teacher.

The Qishe is a special place among the seven student dormitories, and the conditions are also the worst. It is a place specially for working students.

After all, the college is not a good hall. The tuition fees for work-study students are reduced, and the treatment cannot be as good as that of ordinary students. Otherwise, the students will easily become dissatisfied. Soul master is a noble profession, but it also has its own chain of contempt. The powerful naturally look down on the poor.

Qishe is also the only dormitory with mixed age. All working students live here regardless of grade.

Just as Tang San walked to the door of Qishe, he heard the noise coming from inside, the door was closed, he went to the door and pushed it in, looking inside.

Good guy, such a spacious room is probably more than 10 times the size of my own home. It has a total area of ​​nearly [-] square meters. There are a total of [-] beds in it, but most of them are empty.

Miss Wuliu looked at such a large room, but the space utilization rate was not high, she couldn't help shaking her little head, and said that there were at least twice as many people living in the previous life, who went to and from the bed than here.

Now there are only eleven beds with bedding. At this time, it seems that the number of work-study students is really small.

There are seven or eight children between the ages of eight and 12 interacting with each other.

The sound of Tang San entering the door startled them, and as soon as the noise stopped, Qi Shushu's gazes immediately turned in his direction, and one of the children who seemed to be the oldest and strongest came over and looked at the crooked Tang San in patched attire smiled.

This child was nearly two heads taller than Tang San, stood still in front of Tang San, looked at him somewhat condescendingly and said, "Are you a new work-study student?"

Wuliu: 【Tang Xiaosan, is he trying to bully you? 】

[Probably not! 】

Tang San showed a kind smile on his face, this is a roommate for a long time in the future, he must establish a good relationship, he does not want his daily life to be disturbed in the future, and said gently: "Hello, I am a work-study student from Saint Soul Village born."

Courtesy first, soldiers later, the principle of life.

"My name is Wang Sheng, Wu Hun Zhanhu, I am a battle spirit master of the assault system, please introduce yourself." Wang Sheng crossed his arms and looked unkindly.

"My name is Tang San, and my spirit is the Mutant Blue Silver Grass." Tang San didn't know what department he belonged to, so he didn't say anything.

"Mutated Blue Silver Grass? When will the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul be able to cultivate? Is mutation a big deal?"

Wang Sheng put on an extremely surprised look, and the other children in the dormitory laughed along, looking at Tang San as if they were looking at an idiot.

Tang San still had a smile on his face, a dark side suddenly appeared in his heart, his little girl was the most amazing, but on the first day of school, he didn't want to cause trouble, so he suppressed his anger and said: "Please let me go?"

Wang Sheng ignored Tang San's words, "Tang Xiaosan, I am the boss here, you will listen to me from now on, do you understand?"

Wuliu: Hearing what Wang Sheng said, he immediately quit, 【I called Tang Xiaosan! !snort. 】

Tang San's eyes were sharp, meeting Wang Sheng's gaze, he said gloomyly: "I don't think we know each other well enough, don't call me Tang Xiaosan."

That cold gaze made Wang Sheng's back shudder, as if he was a prey stared at by a fierce beast.

"I just called, what's the matter?" Young people always have a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

(End of this chapter)