The cool-faced Zhu Zhuqing nodded and glanced at Tang San, who was holding breakfast.
She immediately strode into the inner room on her long legs. Before long, Xiao Wu came out.
"Third Brother, you're here so early?"
Hearing Xiao Wu say that, Tang San felt a little puzzled.
I usually bring Xiao Wu breakfast. Why did what she said sound a little off today?
"More or less. I checked the cafeteria today, and this was all they had!"
"Make do with this for now. If it really won't do, we can head out and look around the city!"
Xiao Wu nodded with an indifferent expression and glanced at the breakfast in Tang San's hands. She did not reach for it. Turning to glance at Zhu Zhuqing, she smiled and said:
"You two can have this breakfast. I've already made plans with Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong. We're going out to eat!"
"So I have to keep my stomach empty to have something good!"
With Ning Rongrong?
Tang San and Dai Mubai looked utterly bewildered. Hearing this, they immediately felt it was rather absurd.
It turned out that the reason these two refused breakfast was actually that they wanted to eat with Ning Rongrong and the others.
"Zhu Zhuqing, you're up? You're really early!"
Just then, Ning Rongrong's voice came from behind them, and they turned to look.
They saw Ning Rongrong and Ye Xingchen riding a White Tiger, slowly approaching.
"Yes, I was waiting for this breakfast of yours. We even dressed up carefully!"
"You know about what I told you last night, right? This is Xiao Wu. She counts as our friend now!"
Zhu Zhuqing, who had been so aloof just moments earlier, immediately smiled and spoke when she saw Ye Xingchen arrive.
Dai Mubai stood beside her, dumbstruck at the sight, unable to believe this was really Zhu Zhuqing.
"Sure! We're all sisters here. Let's go eat something in the city. My treat! I checked out a few places last night, and they all looked pretty good!"
Unconcerned, Ning Rongrong nodded, then looked back at Ye Xingchen and said:
"Brother Ye, let's go! Let's have a look around the city!"
Sitting behind Ning Rongrong on the White Tiger with his arms around her slender waist, Ye Xingchen nodded. He glanced at the others and smiled.
"All right, let's all go have breakfast!"
"You two already have breakfast in your hands, so you don't need to come with us, right?"
Hearing Ye Xingchen's question, Tang San hurriedly hid the breakfast behind his back. He smiled and said:
"A free meal is a pretty good opportunity too! Take me along!"
Seeing this, Dai Mubai, who stood nearby, immediately caught on as well. He smiled and said:
"Since we're all classmates now, I certainly wouldn't turn down an offer to treat me to a meal. Let's go together!"
Unconcerned, Ning Rongrong glanced at Dai Mubai and Tang San and said with mild disdain:
"I think you two have ulterior motives!"
"Forget it. This young lady can afford another meal. You can tag along and mooch!"
Dai Mubai's face flushed crimson, and for a moment, he did not know how to respond. Normally, if anyone dared treat him like this, he would have turned hostile without a second thought.
But with Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Xingchen present, he had no such inclination at all.
With that, they readily agreed and immediately headed out through Shrek Academy's gates.
Meanwhile, on the academy's training grounds,
Oscar arrived after carefully dressing up, only to discover that apart from Dean Flender, the place was practically deserted.
Somewhat bewildered, he scratched his head, stepped forward, and spread his hands as he asked:
"Dean, where is everyone? Why am I the only one here? Even that kid Ma Hongjun is gone!"
Dean Flender shook his head, his hands clasped behind his back. He glanced at Oscar and said:
"Perhaps they've already left Shrek Academy. That's it for today's training!"
"When they come back tomorrow, pass along a message telling them to wait for me here. If they leave the academy without permission again, I'll punish them!"
Leaving those words behind, Dean Flender quickly walked away.
Watching his retreating figure, Oscar could not help feeling a little lost, thinking that those fellows had gone out of the academy to have fun without even inviting him.
He rubbed his freshly shaved chin and muttered to himself:
"Too many monks, too little porridge!"
"I can't let those guys snatch up all the beauties. I have to go show what I can do!"
Meanwhile, in Suotuo City,
Seated in a large hotel, the group smiled as they watched exquisite dishes being brought to the table one after another.
Dai Mubai, in particular, could not help exclaiming:
"So you're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! No wonder you're so rich. I failed to recognize what was right before my eyes!"
"Let this cup of wine serve as my apology. I hope you'll look out for me in the future!"
With her arms folded, Ning Rongrong felt a little amused as she watched Dai Mubai offer a toast.
She shook her head and said:
"There's no need. It's just a meal. Eat as much as you like!"
"I imagine the academy's food isn't much good either. From the look of you, you don't usually eat much, do you?"
His face flushed crimson, Dai Mubai nodded. Ever since he had come to study at Shrek Academy,
When it came to the academy's cafeteria, aside from Ma Hongjun, who was not picky, he and Oscar practically always sneaked outside to take care of their meals.
"Dean Flender probably already knows we're eating here, right? I wonder if that kid Oscar is still waiting for us on the training grounds?"
Sitting nearby, Tang San shook his head and said bitterly:
"I told him to get up early this morning, but he wouldn't. That guy really is difficult. Isn't he worried about training at all?"
Dai Mubai smiled slightly, then looked at Tang San and said:
"Tang San, there's something you don't know. His martial soul is different from ours. He has a top-grade food-type martial soul. All he needs to do is eat!"
"Cultivating that way simply doesn't apply to him!"
A food-type martial soul?
Feeling a little puzzled, Ning Rongrong scratched her head. She turned toward Ye Xingchen and asked:
"Brother Ye, can someone with a food-type martial soul become a powerful figure like a Soul Saint?"
"I feel like these martial souls are such chicken ribs-hardly worth anything, yet a pity to discard. They feel even more useless than our support-type martial souls!"
Ye Xingchen smiled calmly. He stroked Ning Rongrong's head and teased:
"No martial soul is born a trash martial soul. Only people who don't know how to use their martial souls are trash!"
"With the right combination, a food-type martial soul can actually reach the level of a Titled Douluo too!"
Tang San, who was eating, could not help brightening when he heard Ye Xingchen say this.
His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul had also been called a trash martial soul before. Even so, he had never given up, continuing until he reached his current level.
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