"Bang-"

The sound of cutlery crashing against the table.

Everyone looked sluggish, and it took a while to come back to their senses.

Feng Lin looked at the young man indifferently, and opened his mouth without a word of greeting, extremely cold.

"Now that you're down, let's come and eat. Steward Wang, prepare another pair of dishes and chopsticks. ”

"Yes, Master." Steward Wang glanced at Feng Li with an indifferent expression, turned around and went to do something.

After Feng Li sat down, Feng Xi frowned and moved to the side impatiently.

"Stinky boy, stay away from me!"

"If you don't like to sit with me, then get out."

Feng Li eats with food, his movements are elegant and noble, his thin lips are slightly open, and his timbre is charming but indifferent.

"I'm your brother! Don't be ignorant!"

Feng Xi was enraged, and picked up the bowl he hadn't finished eating like a wind smashing it.

Fenglin frowned, but did not stop it.

"Noise."

The young man put down the chopsticks in his hand, stretched his waist slightly, and his eyes changed instantly.

The slender jade hand quickly grasped Feng Xi's arm, and with the help of force, the rice bowl in his hand pushed in the opposite direction of it.

The food was all sprinkled on Fengxi's face, and the momentum caused him to retreat again and again, and he left his position and fell to the ground.

On the other hand, Feng Li shook his hand slightly, and continued to eat with his eyes unchanged.

"Shhhh Phew! Fengli, you slut!"

The soup of the meal splashed into his eyes, and Feng Xi wiped his face in embarrassment, and shouted frantically at the young man opposite.

"Poof."

The little girl at the table smiled secretly, her eyes full of schadenfreude.

She is the youngest child of the Feng family, Feng Qiao, who is ten years old this year.

She doesn't have a good impression of Feng Li, a weak chicken brother, but she hates Feng Xi very much!

Feng Lin put down the dishes and chopsticks, frowned, and looked at Feng Li, his eyes full of anger.

"Enough! Windy! You have to respect your brother! He is the eldest son of the Feng family, and he is different from you!"

Feng Xi stood aside, listening to Feng Lin's words, his face was a little proud.

Feng Li ate quietly and did not speak, but his expression gradually became dark.

A morning party broke up.

After the meal, Feng Li returned to the room.

Feng Qiao's eyes were a little curious, and he watched the young man leave.

'Ink. '

Feng Li half leaned on the bed, his slender and white legs were placed casually, and his fingertips gently patted the bevel rhythmically.

[Master.] ]

'How's your mental strength now?'

[Only 60% left.] ]

Ink is the personal spirit of each Imperial President of the North Wind Nation on the planet Mandora, and is responsible for guiding and protecting his knowledge.

Mental power is the basic energy that sustains normal thinking and action.

Feng Li frowned, almost half of it.

'How do I recover?'

[Accumulate Faith.] ]

[Earthlings develop faith when they show crazy admiration and admiration for someone.] ]

'Well, what's the best class to build Faith?'

[Star.] ]

Mo seemed to have expected Feng Li's thoughts, and said coldly.

[But, master, you have to finish your studies first.] ]

Feng Li raised his eyebrows and lowered his head and groaned.

'Well, Mo, I see. '

On the planet Mandora, everyone was self-taught from birth, there was no academy, and the nobility hired private tutors.

The knowledge learned is nothing more than technology and business, which is very different from the earth.

Today is Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday, the day of school.

'The school of the earth?' Interesting. '

Feng Li closed his eyes, and the sun shone on his face, dreamlike, quiet and clean.

[The master is going to mutilate others again...]

Mo supported his forehead and lit candles for some people.