Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 65 Flanders’ actor-level performance (Part )
  Wang Xiaofeng didn't sleep for two days in the Star Dou Forest. He just came out and drove all night without much rest. Even Superman couldn't bear it.

So as soon as Wang Xiaofeng returned to the college, he went back to the dormitory, climbed into bed, and fell asleep tiredly. But not long after he lay down, Zhao Wuji's loud voice came from outside the house.

"Wang Xiaofeng, is Wang Xiaofeng here?" The wooden door banged loudly as Zhao Wuji slapped it, and some sawdust fell from the beams. The whole house seemed to be in signs of collapse.

"Here, there! Teacher Zhao, what's going on? I can't tell you anything tomorrow. I'm so sleepy."

Wang Xiaofeng, who was awakened, replied helplessly. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that the whole house was creaking and he quickly jumped up from the bed and opened the door. If it were a step later, he and Oscar would not want to sleep today and just repair the house in peace.

As soon as Wang Xiaofeng opened the door, he found that except Flanders, all the other teachers were here. He suddenly asked a little strangely: "I don't seem to have made any mistakes recently, have you found the wrong person?"

"I don't have time to chat with you kid." Zhao Wuji carried Wang Xiaofeng out of the house. Under the watchful eyes of various teachers, huge soul power began to pour into Wang Xiaofeng's body, and he began to search for the golden spores that the master said.

Xin Xin, who was standing aside, saw Wang Xiaofeng's confused look, so he told him what the master said.

"Did Master make a mistake? I didn't feel anything in my body." Wang Xiaofeng said dullly. He had already checked his body and found no so-called spores of light at all, and his physical condition was worse than before. Improved a bit before injury.

"That's right, there is nothing in Xiaofeng's body that the master said. It may be a mistake, or it may be that I am too weak to check it out." Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and said calmly.

The teachers frowned. You must know that although Zhao Wuji was in a weak state due to his martial soul, that was only his strength, and his mental power was not weakened. If he couldn't detect it with his seventy-sixth level mental power, then there really was nothing. There's a solution.

"Teachers, I appreciate your kindness, but if it weren't for Golden Lotus, I would have died in the Star Forest a long time ago. Now that I have earned one more day to live, what else can I be dissatisfied with?" Wang Xiaofeng said with a free and easy smile.

Then he hurriedly drove them back. Although he could feel the teachers' concern for him, he was almost exhausted now. Could you give him a good sleep first?

This time Wang Xiaofeng was finally able to go back and sleep well. He slept straight from morning to night, and Oscar didn't even wake him up during dinner.

"Phew, I slept so comfortably." Wang Xiaofeng stretched out, and when he looked at the sky, he knew that he had missed dinner. He could only take out the uneaten dry food from the soul guide, hastily finished dinner, and then walked lightly He left the dormitory and returned to the mimic training ground to continue practicing.

After this narrow escape, Wang Xiaofeng discovered that his soul power had reached the bottleneck of level 38. It has to be said that being on the line between life and death can stimulate the human body's potential more, and the strength can be improved very quickly. However, it is better to encounter such opportunities rarely, and step-by-step practice is more suitable for him.

The night is filled with darkness, and tonight's night sky carries a few faint dark clouds, which seem to cast a veil over the night, giving people a hazy beauty.

However, the darkness of night could not withstand the passage of time. When the first hint of fish belly white appeared in the sky in the distance, Wang Xiaofeng opened his eyes.

"Well, we've made some progress." Wang Xiaofeng felt the soul power flowing in his body and nodded with satisfaction. Then he walked out of the mimic training ground and went to the cafeteria to have breakfast with Oscar, who had just finished training.

If nothing else happens, Flanders will definitely call everyone together today. After all, he heard the master's name from other teachers yesterday, and Flanders will definitely not let go of this opportunity to show off to the students.

Wang Xiaofeng had just served a hot breakfast when he saw Tang San and a middle-aged uncle walking in. If he guessed correctly, this was the legendary master. After all, no one would come to a poor academy like Shrek.

Wang Xiaofeng quickly put down the steamed bun in his hand, stood up and said, "Hello, you must be the master. My name is Wang Xiaofeng. It's an honor to meet you." He still has a good impression of the master. Let's not talk about whether the theory is correct, but Wang Xiaofeng is A large part of the many collections of books seen in the junior college library were written by masters.

In this era, knowledge is a very precious thing. Being able to print your knowledge into books and spread them without reservation is already worthy of admiration.

The master did not expect Wang Xiaofeng to respect him so much, and suddenly a smile appeared on his stiff face: "Your name is Wang Xiaofeng, right? It's just like Flanders said, he is a good boy. Don't be restrained, sit down and have breakfast."

Seeing his teacher sitting down, Tang San quickly filled two bowls of porridge and placed them in front of himself and the master.

Shrek Academy's economy is not rich, so naturally it won't be very rich. Today's breakfast is very simple, steamed buns, pickles, and porridge. And an egg per person.

Looking at the breakfast that Tang San brought to him, and then looking at the steamed buns in Wang Xiaofeng and Oscar's hands, the master frowned.

"Does Flanders feed you this every day?" The master's stiff face looked a little dark.

Tang San said: "This is already pretty good. The steamed buns are enough to fill you up. It's much better than when I was a kid."

Wang Xiaofeng swallowed the steamed bun in his mouth and explained to the master: "Master, the college's cafeteria is only responsible for providing food and clothing. If you want to supplement nutrition, you have to eat in Soto City."

"Nonsense." The master put down the steamed bun in his hand, anger welling up. He has always had a tough temper, "You kids are at an important time to grow up. Your body is the capital of martial arts. Without a good body, how can you persist in intense training. This is very important for people of my age and Flender's age." It's enough for people. But it's not enough for you kids."

The master was getting angry, and Flanders' lazy voice came from outside.

"I said, Master, you are standing and talking without pain in your back. You also know that these children are growing up. Do you know how much they eat a day? Especially Wang Xiaofeng." Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but shrink when his name was called. He shrank his head. Fortunately, Flanders had no time to talk to him at this time.

"You can buy delicacies in Soto City, but the financial conditions of the college do not allow me to give them delicacies. If you are willing to sponsor, I have no objection."

After hearing Flanders' complaint, the master's face softened slightly, "I don't care what difficulties the college has, but since I have decided to stay, as a teacher here, I must not make the children suffer. Flanders , please give me full authority to handle this matter. From now on, I will decide what these children eat for every meal."

Flanders felt happy. It seemed that his misfortune was very successful. Didn't this allow the master to stay?

However, he remained calm on the surface and said with a troubled expression: "No problem, as long as you don't spend money, I can cooperate with you."

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