Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 10 Tang San Can't Be a Playboy

After lunch, I can finally rest for two hours.

If you work continuously, the small body really can't bear it, even if you can persist, the heart will be tired.

As for knife skills, it’s hard to practice or not. The students have enough cold melons to cut and cut for more than an hour.

It is impossible to be perfect, but it is possible to get used to it and even become numb.

After the lunch break, I continued the same work as in the morning, washing and cutting vegetables in the kitchen, moving them to the chef, and occasionally doing odd jobs.

The afternoon passed like this.

It’s time for dinner catering again. After the meals are delivered, it’s time for the employees to eat. After the meal, the dishes and chopsticks are washed, and the day’s work can be declared over.

During the meal, Mo Wentian gratefully said to Old Wu beside him: "Brother Wu, thank you for your care today, and I will trouble you tomorrow."

Old Wu said: "You're welcome, everyone has come from this stage."

As soon as Old Wu finished speaking, Mo Wentian glanced at everyone, and they smiled at him.

He smiled back at everyone, and it turned out that everyone was looking at him.

Dinner time is over, after a break, it's time to wash dishes.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, the day's work is officially over, and it belongs to my own free time.

Old Wu told Mo Wentian, "If you are interested in the academy, you can walk around. The scenery of the academy is still pretty good. No one cares about it at night, so you can move around freely."

Old Wu smiled and left, leaving Mo Wentian who was wronged, stunned in place.

The way back to the dormitory is very short. As far as the college is concerned, he is a little curious about what the Nuoding Elementary Soul Master Academy looks like, and he is also a little curious about where the master's dormitory is located.

"Or, look for it..." Mo Wentian murmured, his plan was to sneak into Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, get in touch with the master, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, and after building a good relationship, he could gain the aura of the protagonist I came here to improve myself, not just to be a cook.

After having an idea, Mo Wentian decided to familiarize himself with the way of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy first, so that he would not lose his way after hearing the news.

Mo Wentian turned around and walked in the opposite direction of the dormitory. Noting Junior Soul Master Academy is not very big in the novel records, but it is quite big for a six-year-old child, and there are quite a lot of people of the same age here, you can find A child daughter-in-law.

However, when Mo Wentian turned a corner, he was surrounded by a group of children. At first glance, there were at least 20 people.

Are they here to welcome themselves?
Naturally it is impossible.

Mo Wentian glanced at these children, he didn't know any of them, so he couldn't help frowning.

They did not move around him, did not intend to give way, and did not know what to plan.

Just when he was about to say something, the children stepped out of the way, as if they were welcoming the boss to come out.

I saw a little fat man coming out from the big tree beside the road, lifted his clothes smartly, and combed his hair.

Uh... Unexpectedly, you little fat man is so good at pretending.

Mo Wentian immediately understood what was going on, it turned out that it was the little fat man who did it when he was having breakfast.

Bang!
However, the little fat man was kicked to the ground in less than three seconds after being handsome.

Mo Wentian staggered again, staring blankly at the little fat man rushing to the street.

So, you stopped me because you want me to watch you rush to the street?
With serious eyes, Mo Wentian exchanged a glance with the little fat man, trying to find out the answer from the little fat man's eyes.

He wanted to ask if the little fat man was invited by the monkey to tease him.

At the same time, when the little fat man was kicked down, one foot stretched out, and a child in blue appeared on the stage.

"Squeak."

The child is holding a birdcage in his hand, and there is a white bird in it, and he is teasing the bird to play with blue silver grass.

Mo Wentian looked at the child's frightened appearance, he looked like a complete playboy, and he didn't know whose nobleman was so skinny.

The kid in the blue clothes glanced at the little fat man, and simply sat on his back.

The figure of the little fat man flicked, showing how casual he was when he sat down, with no control at all.

Moreover, Mo Wentian could see from the little fat man's face that the little fat man was not feeling well at all, but what he didn't understand was why the little fat man endured it.

He glanced at the other children, as if nothing had happened, as if he was used to it.

"It's you, won't you give Yihu two meals?" The blue-clothed child spoke just now, his tone as if he was interrogating a prisoner, with an air of aloofness.

It turned out that the little fat man was called Yihu, but Mo Wentian didn't like the tone of the kid in blue clothes, "So what if you are, so what if you aren't?"

You are a little kid, what are you pretending to be a big brother here, what is not good to learn, you have to learn to bully the weak, what I hate the most is school violence.

"Do you not understand human language?" A skinny child in yellow clothes flew towards Mo Wentian, looking very rushed, and Mo Wentian had no time to react.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

There were two sounds in succession, the sound of the child in yellow flying to the sky, Mo Wentian, and the sound of him being thrown back to the ground.

"Ah—" Then, a scream came from his mouth.

Mo Wentian suspected that he was touching porcelain.

"..."

All the children are speechless, what do you think you are doing, you want to kick him away, or do you want to touch porcelain?

Obviously not only Mo Wentian was so skeptical, they also had the same idea.

"You not only bullied Yihu, but now you beat my people. Tell me, how should you settle these two debts?" The kid in the blue clothes could also tell that it was Pengci. You pay, what can you do.

"Hehe~" Mo Wentian smiled, the other party was obviously looking for trouble, and came prepared.

"It seems that you are not happy."

The blue-clothed kid smiled, "Teach him a lesson and let him know who has the final say in Nuoding Elementary Soul Master Academy."

Mo Wenxia asked consciously, "Who has the final say?"

The kid in blue gestured to Yihu and said, "Tell him, who is in charge."

Yihu raised his voice, and said: "In Nuoding Elementary Soul Master Academy, naturally he is our boss, Tang San has the final say."

Before Yihu's words fell, Mo Wentian was startled, and panicked: "Wait, you mean, he is Tang San?!"

Mo Wentian looked at Yihu, pointed at the kid in blue clothes, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The blue-clothed child patted his heart and said: "That's right, I am Tang San, the boss of Notting Elementary Soul Master Academy, and it's true."

Mo Wentian: "..." There are ten thousand words in my heart that I want to buy meow, I don't know if I should say it or not? !
He tried his best to calm himself down, rubbed his forehead, and thought about whether there was a way to make it work. There was no way to make it work in this plot.

I wanted to flatter Tang San, but Tang San wanted to find fault.

What is even more speechless is that Tang San is an ignorant dude... No, Tang San is not such a person, there must be some misunderstanding.

Tang San is a time traveler, and with the teachings of Xuantian Baolu's general outline, how could he be a playboy?How could it be possible to do things in such a high-profile way? !

(End of this chapter)