Yu Lang was stunned for a moment after listening to the words of the three of them, staring at Long Shun's crossed hands strangely.

"Hmmm......"

Yu Lang pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and said, "My idea is to use a spoon as a sword." Because I found that the mastery of the spoon was far less handy and nuanced than the mastery of the sword. ”

"In that case, I can recognize the spoon as a sword. The magnitude of the shaking and the falling puck will be completely within my control. Moreover, I am extremely affinity for the ice element, plus my sword moves themselves echo the ice element. ”

"So I think that Aunt Dou specially arranged for me to make ice in the ice well, which should be taken into account in this aspect."

"Oh no-"

The three of them exaggeratedly elongated the tail notes, nodded their heads, and their eyes flashed.

"Yu Lang, you are amazing!"

The three of them dropped the same sentence and returned to their respective positions, beginning to study how to tremble gracefully.

Yu Lang pursed his lips, watching them salvage the pieces of meat again and again, and suddenly there was an indescribable sense of anxiety in his heart.

Every time I feel that my strength has improved, or I have a profound understanding, I have excited at first. Then I felt more and more about my inadequacy, and felt deep fear and worry about it.

"It's useless to think too much!"

Yu Lang shook his head, turned around and continued to devote himself to the practice of the art of hand trembling.

Time passed minute by minute, and Yu Lang used the spoon as a sword, gradually becoming proficient. The hands trembled naturally, as graceful as if they were dancing with a sword.

The other three, after all, the talent is there. After a long practice, you can also do a handsome hand shake and leave a little bit of meat foam in the bowl.

However, their approach is not as unconventional as that of Yu Lang. Instead, he imitated Aunt Dou, drawing a scoop based on a gourd, and winning it with pure techniques.

really answered that sentence,

Familiar!

The other three have their own understandings, and they all have a new understanding of the control and coordination of their own strength.

The cafeteria gradually began to be filled with students, and they moved to the window, looking eagerly at the four young teenagers cooking their own meals.

At first, they were all shocked, with smiles on their faces, their eyes narrowed into slits, and they were about to thank the young man who was cooking.

Stunned, but behind them, they almost froze into the bowl and took the little scum that was left in the bowl, the corners of their mouths twitching.

As soon as he looked up, he looked at the eyes of the foursome who were already unkind, but he could only shake his head helplessly.

Turning around, the students were holding their meals, their eyes glancing upward, and their hearts were full of resentment.

"What the hell, why does this rice look like it's a lot, and it's gone in the bowl."

"I don't study well at a young age, my aunt's hands are shaking, and she looks like a student. If they are all students, why bother students? ”

"It's the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other! What a hurry! ”

In a flash, the meal arrived.

Students entered the cafeteria in an endless stream, and Yu Lang and the four had to speed up their meals.

Fortunately, I had practiced enough before, and I was able to cope with it at this time.

There was a feeling of exhaustion, but the four of them could only hold on.

"Hey, you see the man cooking."

Suddenly, a student buried his head in a conversation and whispered softly. For a while, most people's eyes focused on a person who was extremely weird about cooking.

A cold-faced paralyzed young man, holding a long spoon in his hand, dancing with him, where the long spoon sweeps, hunting with the sound of the wind.

"His movements are like sword moves!"

"Come to the cafeteria to earn extra money and don't forget to practice? Is it diligent and serious or is it pretending to be here? ”

“……”

"Look at his cold look, it looks like this action, it is all carefully choreographed and pretended! Which smart person is not good at this time, and he is still shaking his wit there? ”

In the crowd, a sick young man with long hair looked displeased and said angrily.

"I guess it's just to attract the attention of the opposite sex, this kind of person is really disgusting! I'm not in the mood to eat anymore! ”

"Why did my brother say that?" The girl next to the sick boy tugged at the boy's shirt.

"If it were you, looking at a piece of cooking, you wouldn't be interested, right? No, I really can't stand it, for the sake of all the students here, I want to stand up and ask him for an explanation! ”

After saying that, the sick young man strode forward, pushed the person in front of him directly, and roared angrily at Yu Lang like a lion:

"I said, can you not pretend to be 13 in broad daylight?"

Yu Lang broke away from his single-minded state, and looked at the distorted young man outside the window with a somewhat confused look.

The boy was thin and bloodless, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

At this time, the young man's mean lips trembled, and a sharp voice burst out: "Hey? Do you know that you've affected everyone's eating? ”

Yu Lang looked as usual and said, "What's wrong?" ”

The sick young man frowned, and said loudly: "There are so many people here, don't you pretend to be 13 here, okay?" ”

After this sound, the cafeteria was instantly quiet. Most people waited silently to see the play.

There was a faint schadenfrequencing laugh from the crowd: "This kid is miserable, dare to pretend in front of so many people in the academy." Now you've been approached by the big guy, right? ”

"Who's the big guy?"

"He is the Seventh Prince Yu Wenjie! Let's wait and see this kid sanctioned! It's also to blame him for being too good at pretending, and he won't be able to pretend later! ”

Long Xiang, Long Shunli, and Long Errat on the side had already put down the spoon in their hands and moved closer behind Yu Lang.

"This brother, what's the matter?"

Long Xiang raised his eyebrows at Yu Wenjie in a friendly manner.