Douluo: I Have a Big Golden Bell

"Dong'er, you are about to study at the academy. If you are wronged, remember to tell your mother, don't be afraid of causing trouble. Do you understand?" Zhong Danxue said while adjusting Qian Dong's clothes.

As a force in Notting City, the Qian family has no problem going to the junior soul master school.

As for asking why he didn't go to a better school, that's because there is no need for him in primary school. I didn't see that the city lord's son was also in Notting City Soul Master Academy.

"Hmph, you should have told him to practice well instead of causing trouble," Qian Changhong, who was isolated on the side, said with amusement.

Zhong Danxue glared at him and continued to tidy up Xiao Qiandong's sheets and quilt.

Qian Dong raised his head and glanced at his father. No matter what Qian Dong's look meant, Qian Changhong could read a hint of pride in it.

"......"

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As a genius with level [-] innate soul power, Qian Dong came to school alone even though he didn't have his family to accompany him.

But even with such a low profile, the college still sent out senior officials including the dean, vice dean, etc. to welcome Qian Dong's arrival.

"With the arrival of the young master of the Qian family, especially since the young master is so talented, our college will definitely do our best to teach him well." The dean smiled and rubbed his hands and said to Qian Dong. For teachers, the students who are optimistic about him are It's like looking at a treasured soul beast.

Hey~~, Qian Dong shivered when he was stared at.

After all, such good talents are rare. Some were taken away by Wuhun Palace, and some were directly taught by their own families. It would be good if the talented ones in the academy had 5 innate soul powers.

"Thank you, dean, thank you teachers, I will definitely practice well." Qian Dong also responded with a smile.

"We will definitely give you the best treatment in Qandong. Whether it is teachers or training resources, we will provide them to you first."

"Good dean."

"As long as you practice well and don't cause trouble, you'll be fine."

"I know the dean."

......

We walked and chatted along the way. Although Qian Dong didn't like to deal with such occasions, respecting the elders was a habit engraved in his bones in his previous life.

As a direct descendant of the Soul Sect and the youngest son of the Qian family, Qian Dong had of course obtained the highest standards at the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City, including accommodation standards.

That's impossible in a work-study student dormitory.

But when Qian Dong accompanied the old dean to his small independent courtyard, Qian Dong would never admit that he was a little envious of Tang San.

He just likes to sleep alone and doesn't like other girls sleeping with him.

Qian Dong squeezed his hand with a flesh hole and thought silently: I'm only six years old, I'm only six years old...

After being sent to the dormitory, the dean and the others left. After all, there were so many things going on in the college and they didn't have enough free time to accompany Qiandong all the time.

Qian Dong sneaked into the dormitory alone. Looking at the somewhat empty room, he was a little excited, finally having his own small house.

After all, all Chinese people like houses, and Qiandong is not immune to this custom.It must be arranged well, after all, I will stay here comfortably for six years.

So he first put on the sheets and quilts made by his mother, then ran to the wooden shop in the center of the city and ordered a deck chair and a sun umbrella.

I ran to the store and bought a complete set of tableware. Since I came to this world, I can't offend my Chinese stomach.

Finally, under the delighted eyes of the boss, he spent a whole gold soul coin to buy carpets, sofas, wallpapers, cushions...

In the evening, Qian Dong wore the newly bought big pants, hugged the big carrot, and practiced (sleeping) beautifully all night.

......

The next day, Qian Dong was awakened by the ringing of the bell. He felt as if he was back in high school. He stretched out his arms and put on his clothes in a daze, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face before eating.

When I arrived at the classroom, class had already begun.

Qian Dong glanced at the little girl, and he had always been a little worried about the teacher.

"Little classmate, what are you doing here?" The voice from behind startled Qian Dong and he quickly turned his head.

Suddenly I made eye contact with an amiable teacher.

The teacher is an elegant young man in his thirties, not handsome, but very charming.

"Hello, little classmate, I am your soul cultivation teacher Dai Wenzhi. Are you the new classmate today? Can you introduce yourself?" Teacher Dai welcomed with a smile.

Due to hunting for soul rings, Qian Dong came a week later than others, which is why the dean and the others had time to pick him up.

"It's okay, teacher." Qian Dong said cheerfully.

He was a little envious of this teacher. He liked the teacher's temperament.

Qian Dong does not expect to be handsome when he grows up. He only hopes to be like Teacher Dai, elegant and easy-going, and has been carved into a tasteful look by the years.

"Let's welcome the new classmates." Teacher Dai kindly carried Qian Dong into the classroom and carried him to the podium.

Qian Dong didn't resist, and even wanted to catch the teacher's mature aura.

The students had long been fully curious about the cute boy at the door. Wang Zhou, the little calf sitting at the back, even clapped his hands.

"Hello, classmates, my name is Qian Dong. I am just six years old this year. My martial soul is the weapon martial soul Donghuang Bell, and my soul power is level [-]."

After saying that, Qian Dong released his martial spirit. Suddenly, yellow particles floated out from the center of Qian Dong's eyebrows. The Donghuang Bell appeared above Qian Dongyou's shoulder. A bright yellow soul ring appeared from the top of his head and slowly sank to the soles of Qian Dong's feet. .

"Hiss..." The sounds of gasping for air kept coming and going.

Since absorbing the soul ring, Qian Dong's soul power has increased from level [-] to peak level [-]. I believe he will break through level [-] soon.

Dai Wenzhi also looked surprised. It had been a long time since he had seen such an outstanding child.

But after a while, Teacher Dai adjusted his mentality and said kindly to Qian Dong: "It seems that our new classmate is very talented, but we must be a good boy." After speaking, he touched Qian Dong's hair and said, It feels really good.

"I know, don't worry, teacher," Qiandong agreed immediately. He, Qiandong, was a good boy, but he listened to the teacher.

Besides, what's the point of punishing primary school students? They should also bully Tang San and Xiao Wu, Qian Dong thought silently.

At this time, the four-year-old Tang San, who was practicing the Xuantian Technique, suddenly sneezed, opened his eyes in confusion, and murmured: "Is it because the wind is too strong that I have a cold?"

.......

After class, Qian Dong immediately changed from a dead fish state to full of energy. There was nothing he could do, he really didn’t want to go to school anymore.

After packing his schoolbag, Qian Dong walked slowly to the cafeteria, feeling happy and quiet along the way.

Qiandong has been reluctant to play with children since he was a child. He would always lie on the bed at home, reading or sleeping.

Only children with relatively high status know each other, such as Boss Xiao.

You don’t see this right away.

Since ancient times, working-study students and self-funded students at Notting City Soul Master Academy have been at odds with each other, and they often fight each other when they meet.This time Qian Dong was hit.

After the bastard next to Mr. Xiao finished speaking, he hugged his hands, raised his head slightly, looked at the angry crowd opposite with contempt, and said without fear: "You working-study students with no money are also qualified to come to the second floor to eat. Don't look at it." Look how poor you are."

"Everyone can go to the second floor of the school. Why can you go but we can't? We can't afford to pay." The strong young ninja, who was obviously the boss of the work-study students, said with hatred.

It turns out that today is the first day of junior high school. The work-study student has received gold coins from Wuhun Hall after reaching level [-], and wants to go to the second floor to have a good meal.

But the nobles were unwilling. They had long regarded the second floor as their own restaurant. How could they allow a group of beggars to go up and eat with them.

A handsome-looking young man raised his head and glanced at the speaker. He was Boss Xiao. He said with a condescending tone, "I said you can't go, or you can choose to surrender to me." After that, He turned his eyes elsewhere, as if looking at him one more time would be an insult to his eyes.

"That's right, Zhuo Zixiang, it's okay to be attached to Boss Xiao, and the food is delicious, and you don't have to be looked down upon by others every day. How great!" After Boss Xiao finished speaking, someone immediately answered.

Talented work-study students in the academy generally have only two options. One is to attach themselves to the nobles and work as a nurse or bodyguard after graduation, and the other is to join the Wuhun Palace.

Of course, those with poor talent can only become free soul masters, return to their hometown to marry a wife and have children, or try to see if fate will favor them.

"You, you, you nobles really bully others too much." Zhuo Zixiang couldn't bear the repeated insults from the nobles, so he instantly possessed a martial spirit and rushed over with the shadow of an ape behind him.

This was like a signal, and the two sides started fighting instantly.

Fighting is allowed in the academy. After all, they are all teenagers with soul power. They cannot be controlled and can only be allowed to get angry.

The teachers watched silently in the dark, taking care of the nobles of course. Even if the lives of those poor people were lost, it was only a matter of a few gold soul coins, and they could even make a fortune from it.

Qian Dong watched the scene in front of him silently, turned a corner and walked towards the cafeteria.

What can he do if he is angry? Now he is just an eleventh-level rookie who has never fought before. He has no ability to get involved in this kind of thing. He can only ignore it and ignore it.

For the first time, Qian Dong felt the benefits of having high soul power in this world.