"Zhang Sheng――――――!" An ultra-long roar with a powerful aura came from the podium, waking up Zhang Sheng, who was immersed in the plot of the novel. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 He raised his head and looked forward in a daze, only to see that the old virgin who taught history was glaring at him angrily, and this discovery made him 'chuckle' in his heart, and he always felt that he was about to be unfortunate again.

"Lady Sanno, may I ask you for something?" Standing up from his seat with a hard head, Zhang Sheng tried his best to fill his face with an innocent look and asked curtly.

His words caused a laugh in the classroom, and in the midst of this laughter, Lady Sanno's face became even more gloomy, as if she were about to condense.

"You get out of here, and you won't be allowed to come back without my permission." In the last four words, the old virgin said almost word by word, which shows that she is extremely angry.

"Well, as you wish, ma'am." Zhang Sheng, who considered himself unlucky, slowly moved away from his seat and walked out of the classroom step by step under the gloating eyes of the students. When the door was closed, there was another burst of laughter in the room, and faintly, you could still hear "All other races are rude and barbaric creatures, how can you understand such a profound thing as history?" "Lady Sonno is so merciful, such garbage should be kicked out of the academy and left to fend for himself." "These low-level aliens should stay in the wasteland and live the beast life they like." and so on, full of vicious, mean words.

In this regard, Zhang Sheng doesn't even have the desire to be angry, and whoever enjoys all kinds of ridicule and contempt in a year will become extremely coarse. He just feels sorry for it now, and yesterday's four hours of revision were in vain.

"Oh my God! Why did I get distracted in her class, wasn't it asking for trouble. Lamenting his carelessness, Zhang Sheng leaned his back against the wall, closed his eyes and fell into deep thought again.

Now that he has been kicked out, he has to work harder to get distracted, this is Zhang Sheng's idea.

"By the way, how did Zhang Wuji find that ancient ape? It's been too long, and the plot has been blurred. Well, I'm so hungry, let's go find some food in a minute. ”

Time passed slowly but firmly, and Zhang Sheng, who had not eaten since the morning, struggled to get through to the end of class. When the magic bell rang, instead of going into the church to ask the old virgin for forgiveness, as he usually did, he ran briskly towards the center of the academy, where the cafeteria was located.

"Hopefully there's free broth left, or Miria will have to complain again."

Miria is Zhang Sheng's little maid, a somewhat natural girl. Speaking of which, the appearance of this girl is also very dramatic. It was a dark night half a year ago, heavy dark clouds covered the sky, Zhang Sheng, who had been tired for a day, had already fallen asleep, but in the haze he felt a fragrant, slippery and tender delicate body into his arms, restless writhing around.

Zhang Sheng, who was sleeping in a daze, subconsciously hugged it and stroked it habitually, and the familiar female body structure made him feel like he was back in another time and space, that period of time and wine. So he followed his previous actions, skillfully pressed her under him, and galloped at will.

That night, the compact and moist touch made Zhang Sheng experience unprecedented comfort, he got carried away to vent his desires, thinking that this was just a spring dream born of a long period of depressed life, but when he woke up the next day, he knew that this spring dream was responsible, the ********** was lying beside him like a shrimp, there was almost no intact place on his body, she bit her lower lip tightly with a row of neat and fine teeth, and she fainted under his ravage.

Looking at the little red on the sheets, Zhang Sheng knew that he was in big trouble, so from then on, there was a delicate and lovely maid by his side.

Such a strange encounter did not make Zhang Sheng feel lucky, he always thought that Miria had touched the wrong room in the middle of the night, which led to this result. The problem was that the place where he lived was the Clock Tower, a remote building where he was the only one, something that the entire academy knew about. So he came to another conclusion, this maid is natural.

Although it may be a misunderstanding, Zhang Sheng has already taken away the first time from others, and he has brought so much harm to the other party, so it is not the turn of others to be responsible for this kind of thing.

Straight to the point!

After wandering around the cafeteria, Zhang Sheng finally found the legendary soup pot. It stood alone in a corner, unnoticed, as if forgotten.

"I didn't expect you and me to be in such a similar situation, it's really fate." Zhang Sheng rushed over excitedly, as if hugging his twin brother. He glanced in, and found that it was indeed full of broth, and the scattered shredded meat wabbled in the viscous soup, which looked very tempting. This made the hungry Zhang Sheng's saliva flow.

"It's so ugly, I can't even eat." A girl passing by for dinner saw this scene, pursed her lips in disgust, and said sarcastically.

"Then you should thank me, this can make you lose some weight." Zhang Sheng said angrily, he looked left and right, and saw that no one else was paying attention to him, so he picked up the pot and ran out with a smoke.

"Hey, don't go, make it clear what that sentence means. Feed. The girlish face that was hit back flushed, she stared at Zhang Shengyuan's back angrily, and stomped her foot violently. You'd better pray don't let me catch you, or you'll be good-looking. ”

Before she could finish speaking, the girl noticed that the hateful alien had run back and was rapidly approaching her.

"Y-What are you going to do?" The girl was oppressed by the other party's momentum and stepped back, subconsciously blocking her chest with her hands, and asked in a panic.

"You said you couldn't eat, did you?" Zhang Sheng asked, glancing at the rice bag he was carrying in the girl's hand, which contained some fruit salad and a piece of ham in addition to two white breads. "In that case, don't waste food." After saying that, he snatched the rice bag, and then quickly turned around and ran away.

"Hey, that's my lunch, give it back to me, you bastard!" Only then did the girl react, she hurriedly chased after her, but she still caught up. In the end, he could only stand still more angrily and curse this damn alien race.

"Well deserved." Zhang Sheng gloated and mocked the girl he had met before, with great pride on his face, but after thinking about it, he realized that his actions were a little sad.

"The dignified alchemy apprentice has actually been reduced to the point of snatching a girl's food bag, and I am the only one." Smiling self-deprecatingly, Zhang Sheng put the rice bag he grabbed on the dining table. "Now, that's our lunch."

"Young Master, is it okay for you to do this?" Although the little maid asked, she opened the rice bag with both hands, carefully divided the food into two parts, one large and one small, and filled a bowl full of broth for the master and herself.

"I robbed everything, what else to say, anyway, I'm a poor character in the eyes of other people, so that they can make their words actually right, isn't it?" Zhang Sheng stuffed the food into his mouth without the slightest mental obstacle and chewed.

When the little maid saw that the young master had said this, she followed with peace of mind to share this sumptuous lunch. In fact, she was a natural nerd who didn't want to think too much.

After lunch, Zhang Sheng came to the attic of the clock tower, which was the old man's study, but now it has become Zhang Sheng's study room. He sat down at the table, wrote down on paper what he had conceived in the morning, organized it into an outline, and then instructed the little maid to prepare a dictionary and began his own road of otherworldly literary plagiarism.

"Where there are people, there is fighting, and where there is fighting, there are rivers and lakes...... Well, that's what it said at the beginning, right? Forget it, just write it like that, it looks very atmospheric. Zhang Sheng reminisced as he recounted the story about the Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Slayer Knife on paper according to the outline.

The tip of the pen slides quickly across the paper, making a rustling sound. The little maid stood behind Zhang Sheng, looking curiously at the words on the paper, and gradually attracted by the story. Even so, she did not forget her duty, and whenever she finished writing a piece of paper, she would pull it out with lightning speed and replace it with a new blank paper.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" When it was written that Zhang Wuji entered the Demon Sect and learned to move the world, Zhang Sheng stopped writing. He turned around and asked Miria, who was already immersed in the plot of the novel.

"Yes, young master, if their names weren't so weird." Miria nodded, sure it was a good story.

"Names?" Zhang Sheng raised his eyebrows, "HO, damn it, I forgot." Only then did he remember that this was another world, and even the names of people marked in pinyin would look very strange here. What to replace with? Bruce. Zhang: What do you think it sounds like? By the way, it's not just the names of the people, but those sects also have to be changed, well, Wudang Academy, this is really good. ”