Chapter 11 11: The young master is tired of playing

"Did you say that the surname Ning was in the water?"

"This ...... It's hard to say? โ€

"Forget it, whatever, it's good to eat anyway."

"Yes!"

"Take this opportunity to slash the surname Ning, I really want to see the surname Ning like that high belly with unspeakable bitterness, and the flesh pain of the skin cramping!"

"Yes, it's such a happy decision! But, who is the high belly? โ€

"Phew, you spicy chicken, are you Alzheimer's? So forgetful? High belly, the one surnamed Gao, greasy, with a big belly of spicy chicken! โ€

"Oh, he...... There is no sense of existence, a passerby, why am I idle and have nothing to remember him? He's a spicy chicken anyway. โ€

"yes, who made him a spicy chicken?"

"No, say he's a spicy chicken, spicy chicken will be unhappy, please don't insult the word spicy chicken!"

"Bahahahaha~~~~~~~~~ha

Majestic and high-spirited, the little bastards of the waste battalion swaggered and walked out of the steps that the six relatives did not recognize.

Arrogant, arrogant, this is what you want!

Ning Chen has been here for a few days, but he has been living in the academy for a while.

The college has a teacher's dormitory, as for eating, a pack of nutritional powder can solve the problem, if you are too lazy and unwilling to brew nutritional powder, you can also buy some nutritional pills to eat, anyway, the effect is the same.

One is worth a meal, eat three a day, starve to death, but also do not grow meat.

To swipe the card to enter and exit the academy, Ning Chen raised his wrist and aimed his light brain at the light plate on the chest of the academy guard robot.

"Drop-" sounded, and then the alloy gate in front of him suddenly parted to both sides.

Ning Chen stepped out, but suddenly stopped.

She looked back warily behind her, the little bastards looking at her with big blingbling eyes.

"Yan Lang?"

"What do you want Lao Tzu to do?"

"Get out of the way!"

After that, Ning Chen stepped aside.

Yan Lang snorted, "Out of breath? โ€

Spicy chicken is spicy chicken!

Yan Lang dragged wildly, stepped out of the gate of the academy, and there was nothing.

Ning Chen pondered for a moment, "Yimer, open the way!" โ€

"Tsk, coward."

Yimer's short hair threw out a graceful arc, and he kept up with Yan Lang's pace slowly and elegantly.

Ning Chen thought about it again, and then he tentatively stepped forward with his long legs. However, while stepping out of the school gate...... "poofโ€”โ€”!!! โ€

I don't know who laughed first, and then it was: "Hahahahahahaha!" โ€

Teacher Ning made a big mess, and at the same time as stepping out of the school gate, several times the gravity directly acted on her, her body staggered, and then she fell in embarrassment.

Face down, back up, five bodies on the ground.

Tsk, you know that there is a cat greasy!

Against gravity, get up slowly.

Ning Chen looked back and glared fiercely at the gloating rabbit cubs. Then, with a calm expression, he bent down and patted the dirt off his knees with a natural face. "Let's go!"

Gritting his teeth, he took one step at a time, as if he was carrying a hundred pounds of sandbags.

With just one step, she was panting and sweating profusely.

"Hmph, spicy chicken!"

Yan Lang smiled arrogantly, Teacher Ning of Guixing: "........."

There is a winged sky car parked outside the school, and there is a lot of space in the car.

Ning Chen struggled to climb onto the sky car, and the gravity was instantly lifted.

She found a seat, sat down, took two breaths, and then closed her eyes.

The little bastards in the waste camp are all arrogant and make fun of her.

Still, whatever?

Anyway, she is at peace and indifferent.