Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

"What's the matter with this habit of always drooling while sleeping?"

I don't know what Xiao Wu was dreaming about. She was drooling and still smiling stupidly. Two small dimples appeared on her pink face, which made her look cute and cute.

Pushing Xiao Wu's head, a feeling as if he was raising a daughter grew in Yang Jian's heart.

"Don't move, don't move, let me sleep a little longer..."

Xiao Wu glanced at Yang Jian sleepily, then murmured a few words, closed her eyes again, and shrank herself tighter into the bed.

At the same time, the Yuxue sisters, who were hugging each other tightly in the bed next to each other and never separated from each other when sleeping, woke up and said in unison to Xiao Wu: "The sun is almost shining on your butts, Xiao Wu."

Xiao Wu still couldn't afford it.

Yang Jian broke away from her embrace, left the bed, breathed in the cool air, and stretched his muscles.

After the Yuxue sisters were fully dressed, they looked at each other with a tacit evil smile on their lips.

Under Yang Jian's curious gaze, they ran out of the dormitory in a hurry. After a few dozen seconds, they clasped their hands tightly, not knowing what they were hiding, and then quickly returned.

After getting closer, Yang Jian took a closer look and found that they had taken some balled up ice and snow.

"Xiao Wu, we will give you a baby."

Sister Yuxue reached into Xiao Wu's pajamas and stuffed the snow ball inside.

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The sleepy Xiao Wu opened her eyes wide in an instant, jumped three feet high, and shouted: "Ah ah ah, damn it, I'm going to beat you up."

After saying that, she shook her little fist and chased the Yuxue sisters, chasing and escaping in the dormitory.

After the interlude, several people went to the cafeteria together, planning to have breakfast.

Because Yang Jian was used to eating soul beast meat, he came to the cafeteria and ordered light sweet porridge. He drank the porridge while chatting with everyone.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's keen senses made him realize that someone was peeping at him.

He turned around following his gaze and found that it was Wang Sheng who had been beaten by him before.

Wang Sheng looked at Yang Jian, who was much smaller than himself, but no longer taller than him. There was a trace of hatred in his eyes, and at the same time, he was afraid. When Yang Jian saw him, he looked away, lowering his head and not daring to look back. look.

Yang Jian gave him a faint glance and stopped looking at him, not taking it to heart at all.

The world he lived in was completely different from the students of Notting College, and Yang Jian was too lazy to argue with these children.

After breakfast, Yang Jian went back to the empty dormitory to do his own things as usual, while Xiao Wu, Si Yu and Sixue went to class.

However, this time when Yang Jian was about to say goodbye to a few people and leave alone, Xiao Wu suddenly stopped Yang Jian and said, "Would you like to go to class together? It seems that you have never been there before."

Yang Jian shook his head and said: "I basically understand those things, there is no need to go."

Most of the teachers at Notting College are only great soul masters of more than 20 levels. There are very few soul masters above level 50, and the soul kings of more than [-] levels who died in Yang Jian's hands are not that few. Let him Isn’t it funny to go and listen to a class taught by a great soul master?

After hearing Yang Jian's rejection, Xiao Wu walked over and shook Yang Jian's arm. She opened her eyes pitifully and said coquettishly: "Come with us once."

"Just one morning, it won't take long."

The courses at Notting College are mainly concentrated in the morning. Soul master knowledge is taught in the first half of the morning, and some simple common sense is taught in the second half of the afternoon. The afternoon is the time for students to have free activities.

Compared to the school in my previous life, it was extremely relaxing.

There are not many people in the soul master world, and it’s not time to roll up yet.

Xiao Siyu and Xiao Sixue also said to Yang Jian at the same time: "Yes, yes, the teachers are all well. Brother Yang Jian, just go and attend a class."

Yang Jian thought for a while, and under the expectant eyes of several people, he finally said helplessly: "Okay, but just this once, I don't like class."

Simply speaking, his skills have reached a bottleneck now, and he only needs to temper blood and forge bones. Apart from practicing the Six Meridians Divine Sword, there is not much to do, so let's go there once.

Think of it as re-experience the classroom atmosphere.

Immediately, surrounded by several happy people, Yang Jian, Xiao Wu and the others arrived at the teaching building together.

This is a six-story square building, made entirely of stone materials. It doesn't look grand, but it doesn't look dwarfed either.

It has been more than half a year since I came to Notting College. Yang Jian has seen this teaching building many times, but this is the first time I have set foot here in person. I can't help but look at the environment inside with some novelty.

The teaching building is divided into six floors, each floor representing a grade.

Yang Jian and others who are considered first graders are on the lowest first floor.

After entering the classroom, Yang Jian saw chairs and podiums similar to those in a middle school classroom. Future soul masters were either quietly sitting at their desks or chatting lively.

Since there were more seats than there were students, there were a lot of vacancies. Yang Jian casually sat down in a window seat in the second to last row, while Xiao Wu and the others went to their accustomed seats and did not stick to Yang Jian's area all the time. .

Snowflakes are flying, the cold wind is blowing, and the glass windows are covered with frost and cold air.

Yang Jian stared out the window blankly, feeling in a trance for a moment.

It felt like I was back in the classroom of my previous life, not in this world of soul masters.

After a moment, with a slight cough, the noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, and almost all the students sat upright.

This familiar sense of sight made Yang Jian smile knowingly, and at the same time he raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound source.

A stout middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s and holding a cup of hot water walked to the podium, placed the steaming cup on the podium, then turned around and wrote big words on the blackboard.

Seeing the familiar movements of the middle-aged lecturer, Yang Jian's thoughts once again involuntarily wandered to his past life.

But the words written by the middle-aged lecturer on the blackboard instantly calmed him down and returned his mind to reality.

[Classification of Soul Masters]

Yang Jian calmly looked at the words on the blackboard, feeling silent for a moment.

He retracted his gaze, turned his head, supported his chin with one hand, and silently watched the snowflakes falling outside the window and the branches covered with frost.

"Dear students, in today's class, we will continue to talk about the classification of soul masters."

"Before I start the lecture, let's review the content of the previous lecture, the advantages and disadvantages of the attack-type soul master."

"Is there any student who is willing to answer the question?"

After the middle-aged lecturer finished speaking, he glanced around the classroom. Each student lowered their head involuntarily, shrinking their heads for fear of being noticed.

In such an environment, Yang Jian, who was admiring the scenery outside the window, looked extremely eye-catching.

The moment he noticed Yang Jian, the middle-aged lecturer was slightly startled and a little confused.

Um?Why have I never seen this student who is so young but already so good-looking?

Did you go to the wrong classroom?

This is the first time Yang Jian has come to class in the past six months. Naturally, the middle-aged lecturer does not recognize him at all.