My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 40 Breaking into the dormitory

"You may have some misunderstanding with my friend. He always speaks straightforwardly. Just don't take it to heart." With a gentle smile on his face, the leading boy glared at Feng Qingtian and turned to face someone who was two heads shorter than him. Ye Fan comforted.

Seeing that his good friend was deceived by his appearance so quickly, when he secretly scolded him as a "traitor" in his heart, he couldn't help but feel even more angry towards Ye Fan.

"I understand. I'm sorry for what happened today. As I owe you a favor, I'll go back to the classroom and rest first."

Being favored by a six-year-old kid, the leading boy and the other "aboriginals" in this dormitory were now in a state of dumbfounding.

Although what he said was correct, it was still a little strange to hear it from a six-year-old baby.

"Okay, okay, good-bye, kid. I'll come find you if anything happens." The young man didn't take this favor to heart at all and just thought it was a joke.

Ye Fan nodded, said goodbye to him and left. Passing by Feng Qingtian, he pretended not to see him and passed him by.

When he left, Feng Qingcai, whose face had completely darkened, said in a strange tone: "You have made a lot of money, but I didn't expect you to be so good at clinging to people's influence, knowing who they are, you just lick them and help them talk. "

"Why are you arguing with a child? I say you should control your temper." The young man shook his head helplessly.

"How do I know who he is? I didn't even ask his name."

"Haha, he is the Pope's apprentice and the only direct disciple. If you didn't know you would be so good to him?" Feng Qingtian looked unbelieving.

"What? He is the Pope's disciple?" The young man couldn't believe it.

The young man who suddenly broke in just now is actually the disciple of the Pope. Isn't he the Holy Son?

The young man looked shocked. He had no idea that the other party's identity was so profound.

When he thought of the other party's background, he couldn't help but think of what he had thought before, and laughed to himself: "I was praised for my cleverness in vain. I didn't expect that the other party's identity was so profound, and I didn't notice it."

I didn't take his words to heart just now, but now it seems that it is extremely stupid.

The favor of the Pope's apprentice, even if it is not the favor of the Pope, is still very valuable.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling grateful: "Fortunately, I didn't blame him for his sudden intrusion. It would be unwise to turn against someone with such a powerful force."

"You yourself know who the other person is, why are you still fighting with him? Are you sick?" The young man looked at him with a headache.

"I don't care what his status is. Being a monitor is a fair competition. If he hadn't relied on his background, would so many people have voted for him the first time they saw him?"

What he said is right, but he missed one point. Sometimes background identity is also part of strength.

In the classroom, Ye Fan sat on a stool and began to meditate.

There was still an hour before the afternoon class started, and it was impossible for him to spend the rest time in a state of confusion and boredom.

Since he learned to meditate, except for the first time he was in the same room with Bibi Dong, who was too embarrassed to enter a meditative state, he would meditate whenever he had free time.

He also tried to enter deep meditation, but unfortunately, after that inexplicable entrance on the carriage, he never did it again.

The lunch break passed quickly, and soon people came to the classroom one after another.

The first person to arrive in the classroom was Xiaomei. She hurried to the classroom and was a little surprised when she saw that he was the only one in the classroom.

Are you meditating?People with such great talent work so hard, so why should I not work hard?

Impressed by his diligence, Xiaomei also returned to her seat, crossed her legs and began to meditate.

After that, someone needed to come, and when they saw them meditating, they all muttered. A very few people chose to be "assimilated" by them, and instead chatted and played.

They are all children who have not yet matured in their hearts. Now is the time to play, but they have no determination to practice hard since they were young.

When the teacher arrives, the meditators immediately exit the meditative state.

The afternoon class is also a theoretical class. Since they are freshmen, there are many school rules and minutes to warn them.

Although Ye Fan has only been to Bibi Dong's dormitory once, as a soul master, he has already written down the way.

Arriving at the Pope's palace with ease, Ye Fan found that the door was not as closed as the first time he came, but was half ajar.

"Teacher, I'm here." Ye Fan raised his hand and knocked on the door, waiting at the door.

Even if the door is open, he dare not enter at will.

"Come in." A cold voice came from inside.

It is already hot summer, but her voice is like a quiet spring in the mountains, so refreshing.

Ye Fan only felt that the heat in his body had weakened a lot, and he stepped in without forgetting to close the door.

Scanning left and right, he didn't find the other party in the hall, so he knew that the other party should be in the bedroom again.

"Isn't it a bit inappropriate for me, a man, to break into another woman's boudoir at will?" Ye Fan questioned his behavior in his heart.

But after a moment, he got rid of those feelings of guilt, as if to comfort himself: "Whatever, she called me in anyway."

Bibi Dong was sitting upright on the edge of the bed at this time, holding in her hand the scepter she had first seen holding in the Pope's Palace.

The scepter itself is inlaid with gold. The scepter is two feet high. There is a golden diamond-shaped gem embedded in the top of the scepter, quietly emitting light.

There is no sense of reason for her holding this scepter. This scepter, which symbolizes supreme power, seems to belong to her naturally.

She was wearing a gilt-trimmed dress that reached about her calf, and she was wearing red high-heeled shoes.

She had just come back. After handling the day's affairs, she felt a little tired on her brows.

However, when she saw the child a few steps away from her, her spirits were lifted again, and a rare tenderness appeared on her face as cold as ice jade.

"You're here." Bibi Dong nodded to him and motioned for him to come over.

"Uh... uh-huh." Ye Fan didn't react. If she felt right just now, the coldness in her voice seemed to be less than before.

He didn't ask her what happened, and sat beside her honestly.

Now Bibi Dong has given him the illusion that he is not as difficult to get along with as before.

"What did you learn in school today? If you don't understand anything, you can ask me." Bibi Dong said softly.

"Today is all theoretical knowledge and no practical operation." Ye Fan said.

(End of this chapter)