(4th Watch)

After a morning of cultivation, a layer of sweat appeared on Yang Ming's body, soaking his entire clothes.

After returning to the dormitory and taking a hot shower and changing into a set of fresh and tidy clothes, Yang Ming came to the cafeteria of Shrek Academy.

It is said to be a canteen, but in fact, it is also a farmhouse renovated, with a wooden structure, which looks very simple, but the internal space is relatively spacious, which can accommodate nearly 100 people at the same time.

It's just that now there are more teachers than students in Shrek Academy, and the entire cafeteria seems very empty.

Yang Ming asked for a millet porridge, two large round steamed buns, and a small plate of sauce radish, put them on the tray, and walked towards Tang San Xiaowu's seat.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong sat side by side, because the two girls had a tickling battle in the girls' dormitory before, and the red tide on their faces had not receded at this time, and the melon face was flushed, like a ripe lychee, which was very tempting.

Seeing Yang Ming coming over, the two women invariably avoided their gaze, and their eyes flickered.

"How?"

Noticing that something was wrong, Yang Ming and Tang San sat down side by side and said:

"You two have a fever and your faces are so red?"

The two women said in unison: "How can there be! ”

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong glanced at each other, snorted coldly in their nostrils, and turned their faces away.

It seems that the two women are in a little mood.

Yang Ming turned his head to ask Tang San and asked:

"What's wrong with them?"

Tang San shrugged his shoulders and said:

"God knows."

Yang Ming is not the kind of gossip character who likes to find the roots, so he simply lowered his head and nibbled on the big steamed buns.

Although the food is a little simple, but this steamed bun is fluffy and soft, white and soft, not knocking teeth at all, and the amount is sufficient, one steamed bun has the size of an adult's fist, eating two steamed buns, enough to quench hunger.

Occasionally, the sauce radish is added, and the taste is salty and spicy, and the taste is refreshing, which is very good.

Finally, drink a bowl of warm millet porridge with sugar added to it, which is sweet, sticky, and very comfortable, and immediately reduces the bloating caused by steamed buns.

Ning Rongrong had been paying attention to Yang Ming, and secretly said in his heart:

"Could it be that Yang Ming likes that type of girl?"

Ning Rongrong looked down at his capital, and suddenly felt a little deflated.

Even if she has always eaten nutritious, after all, she is only a twelve-year-old girl, and she has not developed well.

"When, when, when......"

At this moment, there was a knocking sound outside the cafeteria.

Dai Mubai walked over from the next dining table and said:

"This is the bell of the dean to call us, fat man, you go to the big playground first, and I'll call the others."

Yang Ming hurriedly finished the rest of the breakfast, returned the tray, and followed everyone to the big playground.

It is said to be a large playground, but it is actually a leveled open space, about the size of a football field.

At this point, there are already two that have already taken the lead.

Oscar shaved off his beard, revealing his handsome face underneath.

The peach blossom eyes and eye sockets are deep-set, giving people a deep feeling, the face is like a crown of jade, handsome and harmonious, the eyebrows of moderate thickness, and a cynical smile on the face, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a suave aristocratic son.

At this time, he was holding the sausage he made in one hand and nibbling violently, yawning at the same time, and a pair of peach blossom eyes and sleepy eyes, which made people wonder if he was jerking off all night last night.

Although Ma Junhong only had a one-sided relationship with Yang Ming, he was deeply impressed by Yang Ming's slap into the ground, and it is still a nightmare that he must have every night.

When he saw Yang Ming, Ma Junhong's body subconsciously stayed next to Oscar, almost hiding behind him.

It's just that Oscar will obviously be wrong, and he thinks that Ma Junhong is on the evil fire, and is ready to use him to vent the fire, but seeing Ma Junhong always rubbing against himself, he suddenly shuddered.

It's terrifying to know a man or something!

Oscar hurriedly pushed Ma Junhong away, raised his hand with disgust, and said:

"Fatty, let me go as far as your thoughts are."

"Brother, don't do this!" Seeing that Yang Ming was getting closer and closer, Ma Junhong didn't dare to face Yang Ming alone, and came up with a lame reason to get close to Oscar, "Brother, I miss your big sausage." ”

Oscar looked at Ma Junhong's abnormal behavior today, and suddenly the chrysanthemum tightened.

it!

I treat you as a brother, and you actually want to fall in love with me?

Ma Junhong took a step forward, and Oscar took a step back.

It looks like the two of them are dancing Cha Cha Dance.

Seeing that the two of them were so weird, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile and said:

"Why are you wearing Pinru's clothes?"

Although Ma Junhong and Oscar couldn't understand what this meant, looking at Yang Ming's playful gaze, they obviously knew that it was not a good word.

The two quickly stopped their movements and separated themselves from each other for some distance.

At this moment, the sound of the system prompt sounded in Yang Ming's ears:

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic line of the temptation to go home, getting a chance to win a lottery, do you want to activate the lottery wheel?"

"No!"

In addition to this lottery opportunity, Yang Ming also got another lottery opportunity last night.

That's the sentence:

I'm not a hero, I'm a villain, I'm infinitely arrogant.

"Congratulations to the host for saying the classic line of how the bad guy is made, and getting a chance to draw a lottery, do you want to start the lottery wheel?"

Yang Ming kept both lottery chances.

Because, these two lines correspond to the low-martial arts world, and there is nothing worth lottery.

It's better to keep them all and wait for the next time to smoke a big thing at once.

Just as Yang Ming was thinking, Dai Mubai rushed over with Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing was still the same, with a cold look, but he just nodded slightly at Yang Ming and the others, even if he said hello.

After a while, a middle-aged man walked over from the other direction of the playground field.

He looked to be about fifty years old, with a stout face, a very long face, a slightly protruding chin, broad hip bones, a flat face, and a hooked nose, like the soles of shoes.

He wears a pair of black-framed crystal glasses on his face, the frame is a rigid square, and his eyes are obviously closed, but he gives people a treacherous feeling.

"Isn't this the profiteer uncle?" Xiao Wu exclaimed.

Although Yang Ming had already exposed Flender's identity as the dean of Shrek Academy that day, Xiao Wu preferred to call Flender a profiteer.

As if he had no body weight, Flender floated lightly in front of everyone, and said in a somewhat magnetic hoarse voice:

"This year is very good, we have five more little monsters, I, Flender, the head of Shrek Academy, welcome you on behalf of the academy."

Just when everyone thought that today was just an ordinary introduction, Flender's voice changed:

"Because I went through some things yesterday, I will make some changes to the next lesson."