Douluo: My Martial Soul Is Too Competitive

Chapter 9

The canteen of Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy is preparing breakfast for the students early.

As a new employee, Mo Wentian was still a little uncomfortable with the process of doing chores.

However, he is quite witty, his movements are not slow but agile, and he does not need to repeat what others say, he is considered a sensible child.

It is not easy for everyone, although he is just a newcomer, but no one will bully him for no reason.

At dawn, set it up early and wait for the students to arrive. Each person has a breakfast, a bread, a bowl of meat porridge and a deep-fried dough stick.

The work is simple, and Mo Wentian also became a caterer.

When he was preparing meals for the students, he couldn't help but think, why are other children so much better than him?

It's also a martial soul, why can't my own martial soul be up to date?

How can the Wuhun be defeated?Waiting online, very urgent.

While Mo Wentian was thinking, his hands were not idle, and the normal meal preparation continued, until a little fat man took the meal and was unwilling to leave, so he looked at him curiously.

"What's wrong?" Mo Wentian asked.

"New here?" the little fat man asked.

Mo Wentian nodded, and the little fat man said, "Give me two more."

The little fat man's words were not polite, as if he was ordering someone.

Mo Wentian blinked his eyes: "Why?"

"What nonsense, just bring it if you want it, believe it or not, I will let you eat it and walk around?" The fat man's arrogant words made Mo Wentian very unhappy.

However, it's okay to be unhappy, as an adult, there is no need to be as knowledgeable as a child.

At this time, Brother Liu came over and asked Mo Wentian to give him two breakfasts, and asked Mo Wentian to apologize to him.

Mo Wentian originally wanted to give it to him, but Brother Liu's appearance made him feel a little wronged.

"Humph!"

"The next time you polish your eyes, if there is another time, it's not like this."

After finishing speaking, the little fat man took his breakfast and left, with such an arrogant and domineering appearance, those who didn't know thought he was very arrogant.

After the little fat man left, Brother Liu said: "Xiao Wentian, one more thing is worse than one less thing. If they want, give them. There is always plenty of breakfast, and they will become the strong soul masters and soul sects in the future, won't they?" We can mess with the Lord. You have to know that here, if you can bend, don't stretch."

Mo Wentian: "..." What he said seemed to make sense. It is impossible for an ordinary person to become a soul master in this lifetime, and the great soul master is probably the limit.

But why does it always feel weird?
The catering continued, except for the little fat man, no one made trouble, and the catering ended without any surprises.

I thought I could rest for a while, but who knew that the hard work had just begun, and the huge amount of dishes and chopsticks was brought back for cleaning, which made people desperate.

Mo Wentian stared blankly at the bowls and chopsticks in the pool, and Lao Wu from his dormitory came over, "Pour the detergent into the water, soak for 5 minutes, then rinse the water three times, and then disinfect it. gone."

Lao Wu pointed to the isolated pool and said, "Two pools cannot be fully soaked. One is used for soaking and the other is used for passing water. The work efficiency will increase."

Mo Wentian nodded, "Thank you, Brother Ang."

Old Wu smiled, "You're welcome, Xiao Wentian, you are a smart person, you can remember it once you say it, unlike Xiao Liu."

Mo Wentian blinked his eyes curiously, and asked, "Xiao Liu is Big Brother Liu?"

Old Wu smiled, helped put the bowls and chopsticks into the pool, and said while putting them away: "Xiao Wentian, if you have nothing to do recently, don't leave the academy, it's safer in the academy."

Mo Wentian was startled, and looked at Old Wu in the wrong direction: "Brother Wu, is it because of that little fat man?"

Old Wu smiled and shook his head, "It's not that the students don't have the same knowledge as us in the academy, and it's just lip service, so you don't have to take it to heart."

Mo Wentian let out an "oh" and asked, "What's the reason?"

Old Wu said: "You don't know that a soul beast over 500 years old appeared near the Wuhun Temple in Notting City last night. At that time, the urban management and the soul masters of the Wuhun Temple shot him, not only failed to kill him, but was also killed. He was seriously injured. The news has spread widely, and now Notting City is not safe, and the academy has paid more attention to it."

Mo Wentian asked curiously: "What kind of soul beast? Dare to cause trouble in Notting City?"

Old Wu said: "It is said that it is a new breed of mutated soul beast, but whether it is a new breed or not, you have to let the master see it to know. No one knows more and more completely than him."

Mo Wentian asked: "Is Master very powerful? Know everything?"

Old Wu said: "I don't know whether the master is strong or not, but the wisdom and knowledge of the master are unmatched in the Douluo Continent. No one understands soul masters and soul beasts better than him."

Mo Wentian recalled the scene of meeting Yu Xiaogang, and nodded. He very much agreed with Old Wu's words.

Old Wu urged again: "Xiao Wentian, remember my words, it's nothing, don't leave the academy."

Mo Wentian nodded and said, "I see, Brother Wu, thank you."

Mo Wentian thought to himself: "A new breed of soul beast has appeared, I don't know what it looks like, I really want to see it, but..."

The soul beasts that can seriously damage the Wuhun Temple and the city management are not something that a little soul warrior like him can see. If he is not careful, he will lose his life.

The soul beast is not something he can provoke, even if it is a ten-year soul beast, he is not sure... No, even if it is a fierce beast, he can't win it.

If my martial spirit is a bit stronger, if it is a weapon, I believe that I will not be like this, even if it is a sickle.

The work in the kitchen continued. After washing the dishes, it was time to prepare for lunch.Washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, washing meat, chopping meat, etc., all these tasks need to be done.

Mo Wentian was holding a kitchen knife, his small hands trembling, under the careful teaching of Old Wu, he quickly mastered the method of holding a knife and cutting vegetables, but the speed was not fast enough for Old Wu.

"Don't worry, take your time, the cold melon needs to be patted to cut it better." Old Wu said with a smile.

Mo Wentian nodded, followed by Lao Wu's slow motion.

Old Wu said: "There is no shortcut to knife skills. Even if you are very talented, you have to practice hard work. Once the skills are unfamiliar, it will be difficult to achieve perfection."

Mo Wentian asked curiously: "Brother Wu, have you reached the level of your saber skills?"

Old Wu's expression dimmed a bit, and there was a slight sadness in his eyes. After a while, he replied: "I have reached it before, but then I became arrogant and arrogant, and I have never touched that state again."

Mo Wentian wanted to ask how miraculous the perfection of fire is, but when he saw the look in Old Wu's eyes, he didn't say what he said, no matter how low his EQ was, he knew it was inappropriate.

However, Mo Wentian was still looking forward to Lao Wu's sword skills.When he was in a daze, Laqie was more handsome, faster, and more accurate than himself. This is the real master.

(End of this chapter)