Hegel once said that the only lesson humanity learned from history was that it had never learned any lessons from history.
Yesterday, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing did not quiet down until ten in the morning. That evening, Zhang Yang and the others prepared an entire table of oysters and geoducks for Dai Mubai, leaving him so embarrassed that he did not say a single word throughout dinner.
Today, Zhang Yang made the same mistake, staging an Italian opera, Nessun Dorma, and Ma Hongjun once again brought oysters to the table.
But to Ma Hongjun's disappointment, although Zhang Yang had sung that opera until seven in the morning, he was still full of vigor. He did not arrive at the dining hall hunched over, clutching his waist and leaning against the walls as they had imagined.
This fully demonstrated just how important it was to choose a suitable opponent.
Although Zhu Zhuqing was an Agility Attack System Soul Master, her physical fitness was naturally far superior to that of a Support System Soul Master like Ning Rongrong.
So even though Dai Mubai was a Soul Douluo with exceptional physical fitness, he still had no choice but to surrender before Zhu Zhuqing, tossed into a juicer and squeezed dry to the very last drop.
After all, fields could not be plowed to ruin.
So after Dai Mubai finished ten ranked matches and checked his record, there were wins and losses. But after Zhang Yang checked his record, all twenty of his matches were green.
After all, Zhang Yang's rank was far higher than Dai Mubai's, and he was playing in low-tier matches. Naturally, he slaughtered everyone with ease, even though he had picked Garen and started with Doran's Ring plus a mana potion.
Sitting at the table, Zhang Yang looked at