"Douluo" eats my exquisite pagoda

"Okay." Oscar responded and stood in the middle of everyone. He put on the hat he usually wore when he went out to the stall in the morning and found out from nowhere. He had a big sausage in his left hand and a small sausage in his right hand. They were all just one meal away from the dining car.

"Come on, come on, you're welcome. I'm making a breakthrough today, and everyone is free to eat."

Just play tricks, and he waved the sausages in his hands at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who obviously didn't want to do it. Ning Rongrong, in particular, received a frontal critical hit.

Don't ask, asking is just to hold a grudge←_←

Tang Jing, a loyal customer of Oscar's specialty grilled sausage, was the first to come forward and support: "Boss, big sausage with tomato sauce, small sausage with special sauce, grilled a little older."

"It's okay to eat, but I was just joking and you took it seriously." Oscar stretched out his hand and stuffed the big sausage and the small sausage into Tang Jing's hand, "There is no dining car, do you want me to use Fatty's fire to roast it for you?"

“Who said there weren’t food trucks?”

The domineering Tang Jing waved his hand, and a brand new four-wheeled luxury grilled sausage food truck appeared on the playground. Those smooth lines, those bright windows, those simple and material tires, the appearance alone is more than a little better than Oscar's previous three-wheeler.

The two-sided carriage was lifted up under Tang Jing's remote control, revealing the workshop inside. The display area, grilled sausage area, and sauce area are clearly separated, and the interior of the car is well organized. There is also an electric fan installed on the roof of the car, which made Oscar's eyes light up.

"This is..." Oscar looked at Tang Jing, full of excitement and some disbelief. Now Xu Neng driver's car is not as bad as it was five years ago. This is a high-end product exclusively for Shengta.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you prepare a meal for me?" Tang Jing, who was deceived by a bad subordinate last night and didn't forget to book a car for his good brother who shared the same difficulties, had a very fierce look on his face.

Oscar excitedly threw the large sausages and small sausages in his hand in the direction of his old dean, and gave Tang Jing a big hug: "Xiao Jing, from now on, I, Oscar, will get all your sausages for free."

Now that Oscar had said so, Tang Jing, who had indeed spent a lot of effort (in order to squeeze out the small coffers in a hurry), was not polite. He rushed Oscar into the car and rushed to wave to his classmates who were shocked by this magical unfolding. .

"Come on, come on, you're welcome. To celebrate Oscar's gift of a new car today, everyone's consumption will be charged to my account." Anyway, Oscar wanted to give him a free bill, and Tang Jing, who had lost a penny in his pocket, was full of confidence.

Wang Xiaowu cheered and rushed over. Although Tang San felt something was strange, Xiao Wu had already rushed forward and he had to keep up. The classic herding theory was once again fulfilled.

A group of people gathered around Oscar's new car. With the help of delicious food, they unconsciously chatted about the newly opened stores in the Santa Republic (Kingdom of Barak) during this period, especially Soto City, which is closest to Shrek Academy. Ma Hongjun It's a treasure trove.

Suddenly, the second ideological and moral lesson planned by Flanders became the scene at the entrance of Shengta No. 1 Primary School.

Looking at Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing who had completely forgotten Oscar's obscene soul curse, Flanders ate the sausage that Oscar had thrown to him in loneliness.

Flanders: Well, I made chicken soup all night long. It’s a pity that people who drink chicken soup don’t need it anymore.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong didn't drink it this time, so they would just make new ones next time. However, the cooked chicken soup couldn't be wasted. They could drink it if they chose someone else.

"Ahem." Seeing that everyone had almost eaten, Flanders coughed to attract attention, "Then the first project of this class is over, and then we will start the second project."

"Tang Jing."

"Here we are." Tang Jing, who had sneaked into Oscar's side at some point and was adding sauce to his brother's sausage, raised his hand high.

There was also a grilled sausage in the hand raised high. The red, green and purple ones had some kind of sauce added into them. The flashy grilled sausage made Flanders' eyes twitch and he felt his stomach hurt for Tang San sincerely.

"Cough." Once he felt embarrassed, Flanders coughed dryly, "Let's get started, Tang Jing."

Thinking about his third soul skill, Tang Jing had some ideas in his mind, but it was still necessary to ask politely: "Dean, do you have any requirements for the suit?"

"The more we can allow everyone to break through their own limits, the better." Friend is a dean who is dedicated to students, and his words are full of care and love for students.

"Okay dean, no problem dean." Faced with such a good and conscientious dean, Tang Jing responded concisely and forcefully, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Listening to the conversation between these two people sent shivers down the spines of Tang San, Ma Hongjun, Oscar and Dai Mubai. They always felt that Tang Jing was trying to trick them.

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers.

Tang San put forward his demands preemptively, fearing that the slightly better suit would be snatched away: "Xiao Jing, I think my previous [Midnight Impression] was pretty good."

Of course, Tang San wouldn't mind if Tang Jing was willing to give him his own suit [Coffee-colored Afternoon], or it could be said that he wanted it.

Ma Hongjun was different. He knew very well that it would be good if Tang Jing didn't give him the whole miniskirt. In line with the principle that we are all brothers and no one should be pulled down if he wants to make a fool of himself, Ma Hongjun strongly asked Tang Jing to take more care of him who had not dressed up as a woman. Dai Mubai.

"Xiao Jing, you must choose a good one for Boss Dai."

Tang Jing gave him a thumbs up. A real warrior dared to deceive people in front of the person involved. It was amazing.

"Fat man, do you want to say that again?" A person who was cheated in front of his face cracked his fingers.

Ma Hongjun, who was blinded by the sausage, came to his senses and immediately started to understand: "I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything just now. Tang Jing, you pretend you didn't hear it."

Tang Jing withdrew the thumb he gave to the warrior, ignored the fiery gazes of Oscar and others, and asked the three girls for their opinions: "Xiao Wu, what do you three think?"

"I won't choose, Xiao Jing, you can do whatever you want." Xiao Wu, who had worn all of Tang Jing's suits, was more concerned about what Tang San wore than what she wore herself, "Why don't I let Xiao San choose. "

Xiao Wu is the only girl in the Old Tang family. How could Tang Jing refuse such a small request? Not to mention that Tang Jing still owes Xiao Wu three months of Douluo Forum VIP membership plus this season's limited out-of-print decorations.

Under Tang San's extremely depressed gaze, Tang Jing nodded decisively and sold Tang San to Xiao Wu.

When Xiao Wu happily took out her phone and looked at the photos she had taken before to choose a suit for Tang San, Tang Jing turned to the other two girls and wrote a private message.

[Private message—a little tower—a little rabbit]

[A small tower: Xiao Wu, I have an idea]

[A small tower: Do you still remember my third soul skill? 】

The little dancing ghost immediately realized what Tang Jing wanted to do.

[A little rabbit: I understand, I understand]

Xiao Wu understood Tang Jing's hint, and Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong also responded to Tang Jing's questioning look.

"I do not mind."

"I also can."

"Then since everyone is fine." Tang Jing touched his nose and smiled sheepishly, "Then I'll start."

"Hey, give me a kick..."