"Douluo" eats my exquisite pagoda

By the time Tang Jing finally managed to get someone to release him from the [non-existent space], it was almost time to have lunch.

Tang Jing declined the lunch invitation from Gu Qiu, who still needed a lot of effort in managing his expression. As soon as Tang Jing came out, he hurriedly ran to Shrek Academy. Of course, this was not because of Gu Qiu's completely uncontrollable expression of laughing. It was just because he kept flirting with her. Tang Jing didn't feel hungry just because he was in the nutrient solution.

That's it!

Back at Shrek Academy, Tang Jing first went to the boys' dormitory to take a look, and found that Tang San and the others were lying dead in wooden barrels filled with liquid medicine, so he decided to go and say hello to Dean Flender first.

After running to the dean's office, which was an ordinary, slightly shabby little house, Tang Jing pushed open the door of Dean Flender's office: "Dean, I'm back!"

However, there was no one in the dean's office. Tang Jing sat down in Flanders's seat and sent a private message to Flanders very rudely.

[A small tower: Dean, Dean Flender, why didn’t you come to work]

[Not a profiteer: look at the store]

Tang Jing had heard from Ji Ming and Xiao Wu about the grocery store in Flanders. According to Ji Ming, it was just an ordinary grocery store. There was no information yet on whether there were any unknown transactions behind the scenes. In Xiao Wu's words, it was a black shop where Tang San once barely made a small fortune.

Comparing the two, Tang Jing thought it was an ordinary black shop used by Flanders to deceive outsiders. ?

but……

[A small tower: As a dean, what kind of store should I visit?]

[I’m not a profiteer: What would Shrek eat if he didn’t look at the store]

Tang Jing was shocked when he heard this. When Flanders rejected Wang Gaozhuo's [Shrek Public-Private Partnership] plan earlier, Tang Jing firmly believed that Flanders had a special way to make money. Didn't he expect that Flanders actually relied on this black shop to make a living? !

[A Little Tower: No, Dean, don’t we Shrek have no other source of income besides annual registration fees and tuition fees? 】

[A Little Tower: If you were to join us directly and become the Holy Tower Affiliated School, would there be any need for you to go through so much trouble?]

Flanders did not reply again, and Tang Jing also realized that he had made a mistake. He actually knew about Flanders's little last insistence. This was why he gave up on forcing Shrek to join the Holy Tower and become the Holy Tower. The reason why it is the lubricant between the Soul Master Sect and the Soul Master Sect.

However, Tang Jing did not expect that Shrek's finances were really tight to this extent. Tang Jing always thought that the appearance of Shrek's cafeteria was the same as that of the cafeterias in the world in Jinjiang Forum. Pure student cafeterias were fed by pigs. What about normal settings.

Tang Jing, who knew he had made a mistake, stopped chatting and quickly asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

[A Little Tower: Okay, okay, let’s not mention this. Where is my teacher? Are you with me? 】

[I’m not a profiteer: No, I should be in the kitchen now]

[A small tower: OK, the dean waves~]

After getting the answer he wanted, Tang Jing logged off for a second to avoid embarrassment and ran towards the cafeteria. According to the daily routine during Master Nordin's vacation, most of the time, he is still cooking. If he rushes over now, he might still have time to give Master a big surprise.

The cafeteria of Shrek Academy is no different from the dining room of ordinary people. At most, the dining table is a little larger, and naturally the kitchen is not that high-end. It can be summed up as a stone platform and an earthen stove.

During the inspection before coming here, Tang Jing actually wanted to invest money to improve his college life, but as a qualified tower master, he still couldn't use public funds for private purposes, so he could only go back every day. Shengta is like this.

Tang Jing looked over and saw that his teacher was currently staring down at the pot with a pot lid in one hand and a long chopstick in the other, as if he was carefully considering the heat.

Pipi Jing stood on tiptoes and approached carefully, using her calves slightly to prepare for a pounce, but the master didn't even turn around to say a word.

"I'm back."

Tang Jing was so frightened that his legs softened and he almost fell to the ground: "Teacher, how did you know I was back?"

"What do you think?" The master put down the pot lid and long chopsticks, took out the mobile phone given by Tang Jing and waved it in front of him. The chat record between the master and Flender showed the reason clearly, "Why did you come back at such a good time?"

It's not that the master deliberately suspected Tang Jing to avoid the previous stage of training, it was just that the timing of Tang Jing's return was too coincidental. Fortunately, he came back right after everyone's hard training. In addition, Tang Jing had too many criminal records. In the past, whenever the master took Tang San for extra training, Tang Jing would always be absent because there was something going on at the Holy Tower that required him to return. How could the master not doubt this?

"Ahem, I'm not very sure. This may be fate." Regarding this, Tang Jing felt a little bit guilty. Although he didn't avoid it subjectively this time, objectively speaking, he skipped class again.

The master looked at Tang Jing with doubts in his eyes, and he strongly disagreed with the reason for this perfunctory approach.

"Ahem, oops, teacher, are you making lunch? Let me help you." It was obviously not intentional this time, but Tang Jing, who was very guilty, seemed particularly filial.

The master who had just finished the meal sighed and reluctantly gave Tang Jing a chance to show his filial piety: "Help me get the bowl. Xiao Jing, it's such a coincidence that you came here."

"Ah haha, it's such a coincidence that I can't help it. Then I'll help you with dinner." Tang Jing said haha ​​and went to get the bowl. He mentioned the next stage of training by the way, "Teacher, the desensitization training plan I mentioned before is Have you got an idea?"

"I already have some ideas." The master took the bowl and briefly explained his plan. "Listening to what you said before, everyone's problems now basically focus on three points."

"First, the male classmates are unwilling to accept your second soul skill. Second, most students cannot adapt to the high heels that come with your soul skill. Third, your third soul skill is completely useless."

Tang Jing nodded like he was talking about garlic. The teacher is right. The teacher is right.

"I have an idea. Your third soul skill is not for your team to sing and dance. The more participants, the better the level, the better the blessing effect. In this case, just let everyone practice a song. After practicing the third song, the problem will be solved. Now, during the training process, everyone will be able to adapt to high heels, and at the same time, they will also get used to accepting your second soul skill."

It can be said to be a good idea that kills three birds with one stone!

After listening to the master's whimsical ideas, Tang Jing saw car after car of female group dances whizzing past in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise crazily.

"Xiao Jing, what do you think of this training idea?"

"Awesome teacher!" Tang Jing applauded like a seal, very generous, "I have never seen such a novel, interesting, effective and highly targeted training idea."

For a moment, the kitchen was full of rainbow fart sounds such as "You are worthy of being a teacher", "You are so talented, only a teacher can come up with such a good idea", and "Teacher is always a god".

"But this dance is indeed a problem." The master was blown away by Tang Jing until his ears steamed, but his years of being disapproved allowed him to understand himself well, "I have never paid attention to these."

"Teacher, leave this matter to me." Tang Jing patted his chest and settled the matter, "Believe me, teacher, no one in this world knows dance better than me."

For Tang Jing, dance repertoire has never been a problem. He is backed by the Jinjiang 4157 database. Which one to choose is a problem. This is a difficult choice.