I Obviously Just Want To Be a Dragon

Night came silently.

Most of the students who had been busy all day had returned to the academy community at this time. Except for a few people who were performing tasks that could only be performed at night, the rest of them had finished their work for the day.

At this time, the cafeteria was undoubtedly the busiest.

After a busy day one by one, most of the physically and mentally exhausted students just wanted to have a full meal at this time, and their starving appearance was very much like a drudgery after a busy day outside.

Of course, what students do is no different from drudgery.

Rather, there is basically no job that must be dispatched to professionals.

Therefore, no matter whether it is a student who has taken a relatively safe task or a student who has taken a relatively risky task, at this time, their energy is almost exhausted.

The same goes for Su Ming and his party.

So, everyone mixed in with the crowd, and while talking with each other, they entered the cafeteria of the living building and began to treat their five internal organs.

And I have to say that the college has really arranged the life properly, and the quality is very high. Not only the accommodation conditions are superb, but even the meals provided are impeccable.

Can you imagine a mountain of abalone and lobster in the college cafeteria?

Can you imagine that the chefs of five-star hotels are invited to the cafeteria of the academy to help a group of students cook?

Here it is!

Only at this time, even Su Ming had to admire a few words, believing that it was worth it to be a professional as a dangerous profession.

Only professionals who play an important role in the life and death of the human race will be so valued by the base city. They have such privileges and benefits during their student days, and they can enjoy a life that is difficult for ordinary people to enjoy.

And the price is that professionals are needed for the life and death of the base city and all mankind.

"So, no matter which world you are in, there is no free lunch in this world."

Su Ming has felt this way more than once.

But when it's time to enjoy it, you still have to enjoy it. Su Ming is not hypocritical enough to refuse such a good deal.

Even An Zijin, Yao Beibei, and Jiang Wanyu, the three cute schoolgirls, had been restrained for a while, and then they began to enjoy themselves.

Obviously, the day's task also made these three physically and mentally exhausted, hungry, and could not wait to gnaw down on the table.

During this period, many people came up to greet the three school girls.

Especially here in An Zijin, every three or five years, a senior sister came up to touch her head, rubbed her face, and almost didn't carry the person away, so scared that An Zijin couldn't help but hug her head.

On the other hand, Su Ming, Lei Hao, and Ye Bai also came up to greet them.

However, the people who greeted them were a little cordial.

"Wouldn't it be fun to form a team with Yonka and her beautiful roommates?"

"Why haven't you sacrificed yet?"

"Seriously, I don't think it's too much to trade the next fifty years of your life for the blessings you're enjoying now."

"In other words, you should almost die."

That's right, the greetings Su Ming and the other three received were so cordial, so cordial that they wanted to hit someone.

Among them, Su Ming has the most impulse.

No way, who made these **** basically say this to his face?

Of the three, the person who attracts the most hatred is undoubtedly him.

If he hadn't considered that he might be hunted down later, Su Ming would have wanted to add ingredients to the food in the hands of the guys who passed by him and gave him warm greetings (holding a bottle of chili oil tightly in his hand).

In Su Ming's six-member team, the treatment of boys and girls is one day at a time, which makes people extremely unbalanced.

Fortunately, it's not that Su Ming can't take revenge.

"Brother Su Ming, this is delicious, eat and see!"

"Want to eat shrimp? I'll peel it for you!"

"Brother Su Ming, eat this."

"Brother Su Ming..."

An Zijin once again showed the caring skills of the sister next door like no one else. She kept serving Su Ming and feeding Su Ming, and she looked like she was enjoying it, which made all the people who were paying attention here. It looks itchy.

Seeing that they were so upset, Su Ming was relieved.

Well, the only problem is that the hatred value is sputtering a bit wider.

"Senior..."

"Senior..."

Yao Beibei and Jiang Wanyu looked at Su Ming with a trace of resentment in their eyes.

"The world is going down..."

Lei Hao kept sighing.

"..."

Ye Bai was silent, but picked up the chili oil.

Only then did Su Ming hurriedly start to cook the rice. While resisting Ye Bai's chili oil attack, he enjoyed An Zijin's service, pained and happy.

A meal, at the end, was quite a joy.

After the meal, Su Ming and his party of six went back to their room, and each washed up in the bathroom attached to their room, removing the dust and blood from their bodies.

If there is no accident, the next step is to go to bed and declare the end of the day.

However, Su Ming did not.

He thought about it again and again, and finally left his room.

......

"Sister Xiaojin, are you there?"

Outside An Zijin's room, Su Ming knocked on An Zijin's door and asked in a low voice.

There was no way, if Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, and even Ye Bai heard what he was doing here, and knew that he came to An Zijin in the middle of the night, it would definitely be another riot.

Su Ming wanted to do something serious and didn't want to be disturbed by these people.

Who would have thought...

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

"Crack..."

With three small door opening sounds, An Zijin's door was not opened, but the doors of the other rooms opened a crack.

Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, and Ye Bai hid behind the door of their room, with one eye exposed through the crack, and they cast a sharp and sharp gaze towards Su Ming.

Su Ming: "..."

Are these three guys sick?

Su Ming really wanted to hit someone.

At this moment, An Zijin's door was also opened.

"Brother Su Ming."

Inside the room, An Zijin stood timidly, wearing cute pajamas, and looking at Su Ming's beautiful big eyes outside the door, there was a hint of joy.

"Are you here to play with me? Brother Su Ming!"

An Zijin's voice was full of excitement, making the three lines of sight on Su Ming sharper.

"...I'm here to talk to you about something."

The corners of Su Ming's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly.

"Really?" An Zijin didn't feel disappointed, but quickly opened the door and said, "Then come in, brother Su Ming."

In an instant, the sight pinned to Su Ming's body seemed to materialize, causing his back to hurt a little.

This made Su Ming feel that there was **** ahead, and once he stepped into it, Xiaoming would immediately be led by a dog.

"What's the matter? Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin looked at Su Ming who was standing outside the door with a puzzled expression.

"......fine."

Su Ming was silent for a long time, then showed a rather reluctant smile, raised his heavy steps, and stepped into An Zijin's room.

"Hee hee. (#^.^#

An Zijin seemed very happy. When Su Ming walked into his room, he immediately closed the door.

"Snapped!"

Almost at the same time, the three doors were slammed open, and three figures emerged from them, rushing towards them at a speed that could not cover their ears.

The three figures tacitly did not speak, but just put their ears on the door.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the door of the room banged violently, as if something was knocking on it, and it shook violently.

"what!"

"Ah!"

"Fuck!"

The three guys who put their faces on the door were suddenly tragic. One by one, they fell to the ground, covering their ears and face, and rolling over in pain.

"Ah."

In An Zijin's room, Su Ming put a fist on the door, a sneer appeared on his face, and told others how the movement just now came about.

"Su...Brother Su Ming?"

An Zijin was frightened.

"It's alright, alright." Su Ming quickly retracted his fist, and said to An Zijin as if nothing had happened: "There are mosquitoes on your door, I'll hit you a dozen."

"Mosquito?" A big question mark appeared on An Zijin's small head.

However, Su Ming didn't say anything about it, but took An Zijin's hand and walked towards her bed.

Seeing this, An Zijin was no longer tangled, and her heartbeat accelerated.

In my head, some imaginative things appeared involuntarily.

"Brother Su Ming, what are you trying to do?"

"In the middle of the night, suddenly, isn't it good?"

"Could it be that they are going to step on the stairs of adults tonight?"

"Will this be too fast?"

"No, no, brother Su Ming and I have known each other for ten years. If we change to other dog men and women, we don't know how many babies we can have for ten years. How can we be so fast?"

"But... But isn't it bad to be here? Everyone is still under the same roof!"

"How about... I'll find a towel and bite it?"

Thinking of this, An Zijin began to look around, as if looking for a towel.

Fortunately, Su Ming doesn't know how to read minds, otherwise, he would definitely have been struck by this event.

"Sister Xiaojin." Su Ming sat down with An Zijin, looked at An Zijin, and asked, "Let me ask you, how many spiritual arts have you learned?"

"Huh?" An Zijin was startled for a moment, and the small plot in his mind couldn't help but stop, so he answered honestly: "There are only three spiritual arts I have learned now."

"Three kinds?" Su Ming nodded and continued to ask, "Which three?"

Hearing this, although An Zijin had some doubts, he still answered in a very obedient manner.

"The three spiritual arts I have learned are [Flying Arrow], [Roaring Bullet] and [Scorching Bird's Call]."

An Zijin's answer made Su Ming's brows rise.

"My dear, so you're still hiding."

Su Ming's eyes changed a little when he looked at An Zijin.

Needless to say, the first two spiritual arts are one type and one type thirteen. The former is the most basic technique that every warlock in the academy will learn when they enter the school. The latter, Su Ming, has seen An Zijin use it. Naturally not surprised.

But [Burning Birds] really surprised Su Ming again.

There is no reason.

It's just because this technique ranks 30th in the 100 types of spiritual techniques.

It is the strongest technique among low-level spiritual arts.