'Xiaoxiao Hall' is a medium-to-high theater in Haijing Art Street, covering an area of more than 1,000 square meters and divided into 5 floors.

The first and second floors are the ticket hall and 6 small theaters, the 3rd floor is the open staff activity area, the 4th floor is the single-story theater, and the 5th floor is the theater-themed café.

It is said that the reason why the staff area was located on the third floor instead of the top floor was because the theater owner wanted to give the audience an "immersive" experience where they could get up close and personal with the theater crew.

Therefore, the three-story canteen is completely separated by a transparent glass curtain wall, and it is open to the public, so the scale is considerable.

Walking into the cafeteria, on the left is a long row of hard plastic counters with several pots of half-full stir-fried vegetables, several large bowls of pickles, a large pot of rice, and two baskets of steamed buns, and on the right are rows of neatly arranged long wooden tables and wooden chairs.

Obviously, on the 2nd of the week, when the audience is the least and most of the theater cast and crew are on holiday, the food in the canteen is much inferior than usual.

However, Zhang Jiao was not a picky eater, and he was extremely satisfied when he saw that there was meat in the stir-fried dishes, so he immediately took the plate, leaned over, licked his face and said to the rice aunt: "Aunt Xu is good."

You look at the red light today, there must be something good.

I'm miserable today, handing out flyers in front of the theater early in the morning, I have time to eat breakfast, I'm tired and hungry.

You give me more rice and more meat.

I like to eat the meat the most, and I can eat a few spoonfuls.

There are also eggs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes are also more, and rice is super appetizing.

Fish, bacon, you can also give me a little, eat some fish and balanced nutrition. ”

The aunt rolled her eyes, and seemed to look down on Zhang Jiao's rhetoric, but the rice spoon under her hand still gave love, whether it was rice or vegetables.

"Thank you, Aunt Xu, you still feel sorry for us poor students. Zhang Jiao thanked him with a plate, found a seat casually, and feasted.

Liu Song also took a lunch and sat next to him, glancing at Zhang Jiao with an angry look and said, "It's just a meal, you look at your cheap appearance, you almost knelt down and licked the cafeteria aunt."

You're a pig, for a bite to eat. ”

"Judging from the shape, which of us looks like pigs," Zhang Jiao pouted: "You are purely envious, jealous and hateful, obviously you eat as much, but you have grown into a fat pig, but I still maintain a slim and toned figure." ”

"You're going to die," Liu Song feigned anger and pushed his plate in front of Zhang Jiao, "Eat, eat, eat you."

I forgot that I had a date at noon, so I had a big dinner with Pingping, and I fed you this pig food. ”

There is a rule in the Xiaoxiao Hall Theater that the cast and crew can only have the first staff meal for free, and if they eat up a plate, they will have to charge money if they play again.

It's not that the boss is harsh, after all, even an ordinary strong man can eat enough of this amount, but for a big stomach like Zhang Jiao, it is insufficient.

Therefore, Liu Song often does not eat at the theater even if he has something to do, he always makes the free staff meal first and leaves it for Zhang Jiao before leaving.

Although Zhang Jiao never eats and drinks with his partner, he will still gladly accept the cares of his friends that do not cost money, so as not to appear too calculating and hurt his feelings.

And this time is naturally no exception, Zhang Jiao also teased with a very cheap mouth as usual: "Hey, someone really kneels and licks, get out, get out." ”

"Yo, there's a single dog choking on nonsense. Liu Song stood up with a smile and fought back, "The food in the food is the king of dogs."

Slot, you're not far from the Dog King, come on. He walked away.

Zhang Jiao looked at the back of his partner in the distance, smiled silently, gobbled up the two large plates of food, quietly got up, and walked into the bathroom on the third floor of the theater.

In the toilet cubicle, he closed the door and locked it, stripped naked, revealing his sturdy body, with a fierce force, the qi and blood around his body flowed, the capillaries on the surface of his body instantly expanded, the muscles bulged and became as hard as a rock, and the skin was like a cowhide that had been shaved clean, faintly shining with an oily luster.

This is the fruit of five years of penance.

Persistent cultivation allowed Zhang Jiao to enter the 'Stone Axe' realm of the first level of "Military Force" before he became an adult, and successfully transformed into a first-level transcendent, and has been slowly advancing towards the 'Bronze Halberd' realm.

But it's a pity that although the cultivation of "Military Martial Forces" does not require high qualifications, it must be supplemented with a lot of nutrients to support the consumption caused by high-intensity exercise.

As an orphan with no inheritance to inherit, education to rely on, and connections to use, it is impossible for Zhang Jiao to supplement nutrition all day long, let alone take nutrients to assist in cultivation from time to time, so his cultivation speed has never been able to increase.

At this time, he sometimes used three fingers of one hand to do push-ups, sometimes upside down to support his body and rotate continuously, quickly changing his movements, and using his own body weight to consume qi and blood in a small space.

With the sound of breathing in a unique rhythm, the pores around Zhang Jiao's body gradually opened, and a trace of steam rose like a boiling kettle, and half of the meal he had just eaten was quickly consumed.

After that, Zhang Jiao sat down cross-legged, and began to close his eyes and exhale the spiritual power in the air, refining his soul, until he felt that his body would be overdrawn if he continued, and then he opened his eyes again.

After finishing the workout, he opened the toilet tank and picked up the cold water inside to wash off the sweat stains on his body.

Squatting on the toilet to quickly expel the food waste in the body, wipe the buttocks and dry the body by the way, put on the clothes and strode out of the toilet.

After picking up his backpack from the locker room, he walked out of the theater and walked to the landmark building complex of Haijing City, 'Shanlan Square', avoiding the surveillance camera, and standing under a huge plane tree in the corner of the square.

Under the afternoon sun, people feel that the air they breathe in is hot, and there are few pedestrians outside.

Zhang Jiao took out a white, black, and red three + boxes of oil paint from his backpack, first painted the whole face white with white oil paint, then drew 3 black circles on the eyes and nose with black oil paint, and finally painted red lips with a thick layer of red oil paint.

After doing this, he stripped naked again, took out a pair of skinny swim trunks in the shape of a baby elephant from his backpack and put them on, and dipped his fingers in oil paint to write the popular political slogan of 'support the great development and support nutrient parity' on his chest and belly.

Finally, I put everything away, put my backpack on my back, and ran wildly to the hypermarket not far away, and the whole process was extremely calm, without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment.

Because he had stepped on the wind and knew which position was hidden, Zhang Jiao was not noticed by anyone when he changed his clothes, but as soon as he let himself go, he immediately attracted attention.

Hundreds of white-collar workers who had just eaten lunch and were dozing off in the restaurant under the air conditioner saw a free soul carried by a baby elephant galloping from a distance through the floor-to-ceiling glass window.