"I'm Zhang Shu."

Zhang Shu came to the teacher, got the futon and school uniform, thanked the teacher, and sent the teacher away.

Zhang Shu's brow was laid out with a smile, the bed was in a window-side position, the light source was very good, and there were no people around.

The reason why there are such good beds left is only because this window has a big hole, and although it is not winter at this time, the wind at night is not pleasant.

For Zhang Shu, the cold spot is nothing, the smell of the dormitory is so strong, a little wind should be used to ventilate yourself.

Tang San looked at Zhang Shu's figure and snorted.

is not aimed at Zhang Shu, but is a little dissatisfied with the partiality of Director Su.

Thinking of their laughter laughing at their teacher, Tang San's face turned a little gloomy again.

"A bunch of dogs look down on people."

After Tang San saw that Zhang Shu had cleaned up, he came to him again, "Classmate Zhang Shu." ”

"Huh? Tang San's classmates? Can I help you? ”

Tang San glanced at Zhang Shu's bedding, it was the same as the one the teacher gave him, probably the style of the teachers' bedding was uniform.

"It's nothing, just come and tell you about the tasks of our work-study students, I, Xiao Wu and you are all first-year work-study students, and we need to be responsible for cleaning the garden on the south side of the campus, it is ten copper soul coins a day, and we must clean it, if we don't do it well, we will be expelled."

"Huh? Isn't that supposed to be assigned by the teacher? Zhang Shu asked pretending to be puzzled.

Tang San was also puzzled why the ink mark teacher didn't arrange a cleaning task for Zhang Shu.

But the teacher doesn't say it, he can't leave it alone.

"I don't know, maybe I forgot, you just know what to do."

After Tang San finished speaking, he turned around and went back, he had to hurry up and cultivate, and he would go to the blacksmith shop to work in a while.

Zhang Shu watched Tang San cross-legged and cultivate, his eyes were a little scattered, he was wondering if he would listen to Tang San's words and do those cleaning jobs.

After all, he is now a soul master, and although he still can't afford to pay the tuition, it's still okay to spend some copper soul coins to send other work-study students.

'Forget it, do what he does!' ’

If it weren't for the fact that his body was too young, he would only need to stay in the Notting Academy until the second ring to slip away, and maybe he could give Tang San a backstab.

His martial soul is actually a well-known historical figure on Blue Star.

Zhuge Liang, the god Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms.

From the time he crossed over to the Douluo Continent nine days ago, his martial soul had already awakened, and there was also a soul ring attached to it.

The first soul ring, a hundred-year-old yellow soul ring, the specific year is unknown, and the soul skill is seven stars.

He has a space where he can store up to seven soul rings, and can replace the existing soul rings on his body with the soul rings in the space.

Divine skills, undoubtedly divine skills, not only violate the characteristics of soul rings that will dissipate if they are not absorbed immediately, but also have no age limit.

As long as he has enough strength, he can even accumulate soul rings to the Contra level at one time.

It's good for having more soul rings in the future, but he only has one ring now.

"Ugh..."

Retracting his thoughts, his gaze focused on Tang San, who was cultivating, and it was false to say that he was not envious.

Not to mention how good his martial arts are, but in the Douluo Continent, he is the top of the sky, and there is a father named Douluo.

His gaze shifted to Xiao Wu next to him.

He's damned!

"Bad luck, sleep!"

Zhang Shu scolded in a low voice, and got into the bed to get ready for a good sleep.

He's also a little tired these days.

It's not that he doesn't want to cultivate, it's that the best time for him to cultivate is at night.

The more stars, the faster he cultivated.

This is also something he stumbled upon these days.

A small quilt is covered, and no one loves it.

At night, the stars in the sky were shining, and the moon only had a thin hook, which was a good time for Zhang Shu to cultivate.

Zhang Shu, who had already woken up, lay silently on the bed, letting the starlight fall on his body, and his thoughts gradually drifted into the distance.

It's been like this for a few days, and before it gets late at night, he thinks about his relatives, and he doesn't know what happened to the original world.

He didn't quite remember how he had crossed over.

Speaking of dreams, everything that happens here is flesh and blood, and there is real touch and pain; said that it was not a dream, but this Douluo Continent was just a novel, and even Zhang Shu clearly remembered its plot.

Such an outrageous crossing is like a joke.

Time gradually passed, feeling the convergence of soul power like drops, Zhang Shu finally showed a relaxed smile.

If you want to know whether this world is true or false, you must at least reach the top of this world, otherwise all plans will be in vain.

The sky gradually cleared, and the sky revealed a touch of fish belly white, and Tang San at this time was staring at the sun with his eyes if he was not surprised.

A night's cultivation didn't make Zhang Shu feel tired, if you compare him to a bucket, yesterday's cultivation made his soul power spread all over the bottom of the bucket, and he felt about two percent.

According to this progress, as long as he insisted on cultivating every night, he could be promoted to one level in fifty days and become a twelfth-level soul master.

This speed is not bad, but the higher the level of the soul master, the slower the cultivation speed.

Zhang Shu roughly estimated that if he had been at this cultivation progress, then he could be promoted to level six in one year, and Notting Academy could be promoted to level thirty-six in six years.

Of course, this is just an assumption, if his cultivation speed keeps declining after that, it is conservatively estimated that he can only ascend to level twenty-seven or eight in six years.

"If only I could cultivate so quickly during the day." Zhang Shu sighed, then got up and began to clean up.

"Zhang Shu, come out."

At this time, the ink teacher came over again.

Zhang Shu was a little puzzled, what was he looking for himself?

"Grab your quilt and mattress." Inkmark said.

Zhang Shu's eyes rolled, he noticed that something was wrong, and was about to say something, but he was suffocated by the ink mark's eyes.

silently picked up the futon and followed the ink marks out.

His intuition told him that it was a blessing or a curse.

Sure enough, Ink Marks led him up to the second floor of the teacher's dormitory.

Click!

Ink Mark opened a door with a key, walked in first, and then motioned for Zhang Shu to come in.

After entering the room, Zhang Shu looked left and right, the room was quite clean, and there was no obvious dust everywhere he could see, especially the space from the door to the bed, which was obviously often frequented, and even the ground was shiny.

"Teacher Mo, what is this?"

Zhang Shu looked at the ink marks, a little puzzled.

Is it possible for me to live here? Gratuitous? Can't be...

Mo Zhen didn't know what Zhang Shu was thinking, and nodded, "Yes, this will be your room from now on." ”

Looking at Zhang Shu's surprised eyes, Moji patiently explained.

"This was originally Director Su's dormitory, and he rarely lived here after he got married, but some aristocratic students often came here to rest and entertain."

"Director Su thinks that you are very talented, and he is worried that you are close to ink, so he specially lent you this dormitory for use until you graduate."

As he spoke, he handed the key in his hand to Zhang Shu.

"The door lock has been changed, this is the only key, wait until you finish cleaning up and go to Director Su." Inkmark finished speaking and left.

Zhang Shu was left alone, stunned in place.

Is this what the auxiliary department is treated like?

Loved, loved.

The bed in the room is a double bed, and the futon that Moji sent last time is also the bedding of the double bed, and Zhang Shu folded it into a double layer when he slept in the Seven Houses.

After finishing the matter, Zhang Shu locked the door properly and went to find Director Su.