Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 97 96. Why are you wearing such fine clothes?

(four more)

After practicing all morning, a layer of sweat appeared on Yang Ming's body, soaking his entire clothes.

After returning to the dormitory, taking a hot bath and changing into a set of clean and tidy clothes, Yang Ming came to the canteen of Shrek Academy.

It is said to be a canteen, but it is actually a converted farmhouse. The whole wooden structure looks very simple, but the interior space is relatively spacious and can accommodate nearly [-] people at the same time.

It's just that there are now more teachers than students in Shrek Academy, and the entire cafeteria appears to be very empty.

Yang Ming ordered a millet porridge, two big round steamed buns, and a small dish of pickled radish, put them on the tray, and walked towards Tang San Xiaowu's seat.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong were sitting side by side. Because the two girls had a tickle battle in the girls' dormitory, the red tide on their faces had not yet subsided, and the melon's face was flushed like a ripe lychee, which was very attractive. .

Seeing Yang Ming approaching, the two women avoided their gaze at the same time, their eyes flickering for a while.

"how?"

Noticing the difference, Yang Ming and Tang San sat down side by side, saying:

"You two have a fever and your face is so red?"

The two women said in unison, "How can there be!"

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong looked at each other, snorted coldly and turned their faces away.

It seems that the two women seem to be having a little emotional affair.

Yang Ming turned to ask Tang San, and asked:

"What happened to them?"

Tang San shrugged and said:

"God knows."

Yang Ming is not the kind of gossip character who likes to ask questions, so he just lowered his head and gnawed on the big steamed bun.

Although the food is a bit crude, the steamed buns are fluffy and soft, white and soft, not cracking teeth at all, and the portion is sufficient. One steamed bun is the size of an adult's fist, and eating two steamed buns is enough to eliminate hunger feel.

Occasionally, pickled radish is added, the taste is salty and spicy, and the taste is refreshing, which is very good.

Finally, drink a bowl of warm millet porridge with sugar in it, sweet, sticky, very comfortable, and immediately relieve the abdominal distension caused by steamed buns.

Ning Rongrong has been paying attention to Yang Ming, and secretly said in his heart:

"Could it be that Yang Ming likes that type of girl?"

Ning Rongrong looked down at his capital and felt a little discouraged.

Even if she always eats nutritious food, after all, she is only a 12-year-old girl, and she hasn't developed well yet.

"When, when, when..."

At this moment, there was a knocking sound outside the cafeteria.

Dai Mubai walked over from the next table and said:

"This is the bell ringing for the dean to summon us. Fatty, you go to the playground first, and I will call the others."

Yang Ming hurriedly finished the rest of the breakfast, returned the tray, and followed everyone to the playground.

Said to be a large playground, in fact, it is an open space that has been leveled, about the size of a football field.

At this point, there are already two who have come one step ahead.

Oscar shaved off his beard, revealing his handsome face underneath.

Peach blossom eyes with deep sunken eye sockets, giving people a deep feeling. His face is like a crown jade, handsome and harmonious, with moderately thick and thin eyebrows, and a cynical smile on his face. No matter how you look at him, he looks like a suave and suave nobleman.

At this moment, he was nibbling on the sausage he made in one hand, yawning at the same time, and his drowsy peach eyes made people wonder if he had an all-night flight last night.

Although Ma Junhong only met Yang Ming once, the impression of being slapped into the ground by Yang Ming at the beginning was very impressive, and it is still a nightmare that she must have every night.

When she saw Yang Ming, Ma Junhong subconsciously clung to Oscar's side, almost hiding behind him.

However, Oscar obviously got the wrong idea. He thought that Ma Junhong was on top of the evil fire and was going to use him to vent the fire. Seeing that Ma Junhong was always rubbing against himself, he suddenly shivered.

Knowing a man and going up is too scary!

Oscar hurriedly pushed Ma Junhong away, raised his hands in disgust, and said:

"Fatty, go as far as your mind goes."

"Brother, don't do this!" Seeing Yang Ming getting closer, Ma Junhong didn't dare to face Yang Ming alone, and came up with a lame reason to get close to Oscar, "Brother, I miss your big sausage."

Oscar looked at Ma Junhong's abnormal behavior today, and the chrysanthemum suddenly tightened.

What the hell!

I take you as a brother, you actually want to fall in love with me?

Ma Junhong took a step forward, Oscar took a step back.

It looked like they were dancing cha cha.

Seeing that the two of them were so weird, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile and said:

"Why are you wearing fine clothes?"

Although Ma Junhong and Oscar couldn't understand what this meant, but looking at Yang Ming's playful eyes, they obviously knew that it was not a good word.

The two quickly stopped and separated from each other for a distance.

At this moment, the system prompt sounded in Yang Ming's ear:

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic lines of the temptation to go home and get a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

"no!"

In addition to this chance to draw a lottery, Yang Ming also got another chance to draw a lottery last night.

It's that sentence:

I am not a hero, I am unparalleled, I am a villain, and I am infinitely arrogant.

"Congratulations to the host for telling the classic lines of how bad guys are made, and getting a chance to draw a lottery. Do you want to start the lottery roulette?"

Yang Ming kept both lucky draw opportunities.

Because, these two lines correspond to the world of low martial arts, and there is nothing worthy of a lottery.

It's better to keep it all and wait for the next time to draw a big thing at one time.

Just as Yang Ming was thinking about it, Dai Mubai rushed over with Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing was still the same, with a cool look, just nodded slightly to Yang Ming and the others, which was regarded as a greeting.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked over from the other direction of the playground.

The visitor looked about 50 years old, with a strong build, a distinctive face, a protruding chin, wide hip bones, a flat face, and a hooked nose, like the sole of a shoe.

Wearing a pair of black-rimmed crystal glasses on his face, the frame is a rigid square, and his eyes are clearly closed, but it gives a cunning feeling.

"Isn't that the profiteer uncle?" Xiao Wu asked in shock.

Although it was said that Yang Ming had already exposed Flender's identity as the principal of Shrek Academy that day, Xiao Wu preferred to call Flender a profiteer.

Flender seemed to have no body weight, floated lightly in front of everyone, with a somewhat magnetic hoarse voice, said:

"This year is very good. We have five more little monsters. I, Shrek Academy Dean Flender, welcome you on behalf of the Academy."

Just when everyone thought that today was just an ordinary introduction, Flender's voice changed:

"Because I experienced some things yesterday, so, the next courses will make some changes."

(End of this chapter)