"What about you?" Wang Sheng was very surprised.
"If you know you can't beat me, why do you still challenge me? You have quick reactions."
"If I had been hit by that just now, I would have been hurt."
Fang Ling shook his head: "I was just afraid of being bullied, so I showed you my strength. I never intended to hurt anyone."
"I have my own things to do and cannot listen to your instructions."
Wang Sheng understood, and replied with a sense of loyalty:
"Okay, just for your courage and for not stabbing me in the end, I promise you!"
While rubbing the painful spot in his stomach, he sighed: "Don't blame me. We work-study students are looked down upon by other students. Every work-study student will face this sooner or later."
"So, we working-study students must unite."
"I don't care if you don't listen to me and don't recognize me as the boss, but I won't help you if others bully you."
Fang Ling laughed: "Don't worry, I don't need your help if I'm bullied. I used to be a beggar. What kind of grievances have I not suffered?"
"Were you a beggar in the past?" Wang Sheng glared.
"Ugh~!"
He was about to say something, but only a retching sound came out of his mouth.
His eyes were slightly moist.
He was hit in the stomach without any preparation. Although the punch was not severe, it hit him right in the stomach and the pain made him feel nauseous.
He spat out two mouthfuls of sour water on the ground and rubbed the painful area. Wang Sheng felt a little hungry.
"You're hungry. I'll take you to eat and show you around the academy."
"Thank you." Fang Ling was very polite.
"Why are you being so polite? We are all working students. If we don't unite, we will be beaten."
Wang Sheng smiled heartily and patted Ling's thin shoulder with his big, thick palm, causing him to stagger.
Seeing this, he laughed and said, "I see you didn't bring any bedding, do you have no money?"
Fang Ling was helped by him to stand firmly: "I have money, but I haven't had time to buy it yet."
"I'll take you there. I've been a work-study student for five years and have traveled all over the city. I know where to find delicious and cheap food and where to buy cheap and useful quilts."
He couldn't wait to speak.
Just as he finished speaking, a thirty-year-old teacher walked in silently from outside, like a suddenly refreshed NPC.
"Who is the new work-study student?"
"Teacher, I'm here." Fang Ling waved quickly.
The teacher glanced at Fang Ling's wooden prosthesis in surprise, his expression slightly strange:
"My name is Mo Hen, and I'm the teacher in charge of you part-time students."
"Your name is... Hey?"
"Fang Ling." Fang Ling reminded him softly.
Mo Hen pretended not to hear anything, but still took out a piece of paper and looked at it: "Fang Ling, right?"
"Yeah." Fang Ling nodded slightly.
"You are first-year work-study students... cleaning, slacking off, dropping out... opening ceremony..."
In short, he was just like those leaders who spoke briefly, he talked a lot and explained many things.
I was so tired of talking that I stopped because my mouth was dry.
"That's all I have to say. Let Wang Sheng teach you the rest of the rules."
He said that and left.
Only Fang Ling was left standing there, thinking silently.
Wang Sheng gently patted his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Hey, what are you thinking about?"
"Don't be in a daze. Today is your first time here. I'll treat you to dinner!"
Fang Ling was a little hesitant, but Wang Sheng just pulled him away.
Several other working students also hurriedly followed, pushing and shoving, and playing all the way to the teaching building.
It is also where the cafeteria is located.
The cafeteria is located in a very strange way, inside the teaching building.
They ate on the first floor. Maybe because they came early, they did not encounter any provocation from other students. Even Fang Ling felt relieved.
In my current state, I'm afraid I'll most likely be beaten up, but I can't kill anyone, so it's better not to meet him.
Temporary tolerance is nothing.
He is a late-stage hero. When he kills more people, reaches a higher level, and becomes more powerful, then we'll see who dares to confront him.
Fang Ling had prepared the meal and was sitting down to eat.
Suddenly, they saw a man of medium build and slightly thin passing by them.
At first glance, he looked to be around 40 or 50 years old.
She has a very ordinary appearance, with short black hair parted in a 3:7 split style.
This man has a special temperament, and there is a bit of laziness and decadence in his eyes.
He put his hands behind his back, as if he was pretending to be cool.
At first glance, it seems to have experienced the vicissitudes of life.
However, the eye-catching zombie face with a big mouth and thick lips is a bit too eye-catching.
The action of walking with hands behind the back is like that of a fool trying to imitate a beautiful woman, full of an inexplicable sense of comedy.
"Who is that person?"
Fang Ling made some guesses, took a mouthful of rice, and pointed with his chopsticks at the figure going upstairs.
"Who?" Wang Sheng raised his head and looked around for a moment, then asked with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh~ Are you talking about 'Master'?"
"His name is Yu Xiaogang. He is a freeloader who relies on his relationship with the dean. He is not very strong and daydreams all day long. He is only level 29 at the age of 50 and will never be able to break through to become a great soul master in his lifetime."
He glanced at Fang Ling sideways, chewing rice in his mouth, but it did not stop him from talking.
"What's wrong? Do you know him?"
It's Yu Xiaogang indeed!
To be able to fall in love with such an ugly guy with a zombie face and thick lips, I can only say that this is worthy of being the continent of love.
Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong were truly blind.
Fang Ling sighed in his heart, but didn't say anything: "No, I just think his back is somewhat familiar."
Actually, I think his appearance is particularly funny, but I'd better not scold him openly.
Although Yu Xiaogang is ugly and incompetent, Fang Ling looks down on him.
But he is the apple of Bibi Dong's eye and the only holy land in her eyes.
If you need help from others in the future, you must develop the habit of not saying bad things about him in front of others.
Just keep silent.
Otherwise, who knows when a casual word might be heard by Bibi Dong.
It was funny that the trip to the City of Slaughter, which was originally very promising and crucial, was ruined because of someone speaking ill of Yu Xiaogang.
He still has a backup plan, but without the springboard of Slaughter City, his promotion time will be greatly extended.
Besides, it's not impossible to fight for the throne of God.
The killing system forces Fang Ling to walk on a path of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Isn't it just right for him to be matched with the Shura God, a pure killing God?
Fang Ling took note of this idea, and seeing that they were almost done eating, he immediately sped up his food and started eating with big mouthfuls.
After the meal, the wariness between them began to gradually disappear.
They were all young children, and after a brief acquaintance, Fang Ling integrated into the group very smoothly.
After a lengthy opening ceremony, he smoothly began his regular college life.
I go to class in the morning, go to the slaughterhouse to kill pigs in the afternoon, and sweep the floor when I come back to earn a little extra money.
Occasionally, I would bring some homemade braised meat to Wang Sheng and the others.
In the evening, I practiced meditation according to the simple methods taught in class.
Even though he couldn't feel any sign of growth in his soul power other than the data displayed on the panel, he was already happy with it and persisted every day.
Feeling the tiny soul power flowing through his body was an indescribable feeling of comfort for him.
This is the practice!
The great power belongs to oneself!
(End of this chapter)