"This is what my teacher taught me!"
Ning Rongrong immediately took over the topic.
"My teacher is a famous teacher. He has his own unique way of education."
"It's not the kind of 'wild path' where students can break through by running in circles until dawn."
Her eyes stayed on Flender's face for a moment, and then moved to Tang San whose face was abnormally red. The smile at the corner of her mouth couldn't help but deepen a little.
Zhu Zhuqing also nodded in agreement, his eyes fell on Zhao Linchuan, and he said with great gratitude:
"It's all the result of my tutor."
"Oh my god, I can't live anymore!"
Oscar, who had been tired all night and barely managed to break through the bottleneck, immediately began to doubt his life after hearing these words.
He held his head with both hands and inserted ten fingers into his greasy hair. The expression on his face was twisted like a dead mother.
"Teacher Zhao, do you still accept students?"
"What do you think of me? I want to be your student too!"
"I don't choose, I can do whatever you want me to do!"
"Xiao Ao!"
Flender glared at him first, and then set his eyes on Ning Rongrong. The expression on his face changed several times, and finally settled on a businesslike indifference.
"Strictly speaking, you are not students of our college."
"If you want our teacher to lead the team..."
"I will take them to get Soul Ring." Zhao Linchuan directly interrupted Flender and said in a calm tone, "Dean Flender, you don't have to worry about this."
"Okay." Flender saw that the trick didn't work, and the expression on his face was a little uneasy, but he couldn't say anything else.
He took a deep breath, swallowed back all the unfinished words, and then ordered in a cold voice.
"Disband."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"Let's go too." Zhao Linchuan said, then turned and walked out of the playground.
After everyone left, Oscar, who was exhausted, slowly walked towards his dormitory.
Tang San Seeing this, he quickly endured the severe pain and stepped forward to help.
His arms went around Oscar's back, holding his arms, and sharing part of his weight on himself.
This action affected his "injured" part, and a heartbreaking pain surged from that place, almost making him scream.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed back the cry of pain, but the expression on his face twisted uncontrollably.
"Xiao Ao." Tang San held Oscar's arm, with a hint of eagerness in his tone, "I heard that your Big Sausage is one of a kind, can you give me a taste?"
"You want to eat my Big Sausage?"
"Is it the energetic one, or the one made with Soul Skill...?"
A long time.
In the lobby on the first floor.
The four of them had just finished lunch and were sitting around the dining table in the hall.
Ning Rongrong was holding half a glass of water, sipping it in small sips and looking around lazily.
Zhu Zhuqing sat quietly on the outside, with his arms crossed under the mountain peak, as if to reduce the burden on his thin body.
Zhao Linchuan moved his eyes, looked at Xiao Wu, and asked in a gentle tone, "Xiao Wu, are you about to break through?"
"Almost." Xiao Wu nodded slightly, stretched out two fingers to compare, with a bit of pride in his tone, "We can break through to level 45 in two days at most."
"What? Xiao Wu You are already over level 40?!" Ning Rongrong stood up directly after hearing this, and the chair legs made a harsh sound on the floor.
Her eyes widened, and she almost lost her balance with the water glass in her hand. She rubbed her ear with her other hand, as if she suspected there was something wrong with her hearing.
"Xiao Wu, say it again, I didn't hear you clearly just now!"
"I said, I can reach level 45 in two days at most." Xiao Wu repeated it with some pride.
"Oh my god..."
As soon as these words came out, Ning Rongrong felt like the sky was falling.
Her body swayed for a moment and she slowly sat back on the chair, her eyes a little distracted.
Originally, she thought that after taking Immortal Herb, the gap between herself and Xiao Wu would not be that big.
I am level 30. No matter how powerful Xiao Wu is, he is only level 35 or 6, right?
At most, after obtaining Soul Ring, the gap between the two sides will only be one or two levels, and you can catch up with hard work.
But who knew that she was already level 44!
Level forty-four, a full fourteen levels higher than her!
This is not a gap that can be caught up with hard work, this is a gap separated by a chasm, a gap that she cannot catch up with even riding a horse.
Of course, riding Zhao Linchuan... maybe there is hope.
"Xiao Wu, how do you practice?" Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but ask.
"Soul Power, level 44, even if you fall here and there this year, you will have been practicing for six years."
"In this case, on average, you need to upgrade seven levels Soul Power Level a year."
"Yes." Ning Rongrong took over and added somewhat incomprehensibly, "Even if you start practicing from your mother's womb, you still have to upgrade to three and a half levels in a year."
"How on earth did you do that?"
"Is there any special training method?"
"Or did you eat some heavenly material or earthly treasure?"
"Tch, if I started practicing from my mother's womb, I would scare you to death."
Xiao Wu whispered something in a low voice, her voice was as loud as a mosquito, and her lips barely moved. Only Zhao Linchuan sitting next to her heard this clearly.
"What did you say?" Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong didn't hear clearly.
"I said..."
Xiao Wu quickly changed his words, raised his voice a little higher, and pointed his finger at Zhao Linchuan.
"There is clearly a person sitting next to me who is more perverted than me. Instead of talking about him, what do you mean by grabbing me and holding on to me?"
"He..."
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong glanced at Zhao Linchuan at the same time, their gazes stayed on his face for a moment, and then they looked away at the same time.
Ning Rongrong waved his hand and said somewhat matter-of-factly, "That's different, we have no competitive relationship with him."
"That's what you said." Xiao Wu almost laughed in anger, "It's as if your assistant Soul Master is in competition with me."
"You are from the auxiliary department, and I am Battle Soul Master. We can't compete with each other. Aren't we not in a competitive relationship?"
"Yes."
Ning Rongrong slapped the table and made a muffled sound when her palm landed on the table. Her eyes seemed a little clearer, as if she suddenly figured out something.
"I am an assistant Soul Master, why am I competing with you?"
"What does it have to do with me no matter how fast you practice? We are not on the same track at all."
Although she said this, the loneliness in her eyes did not fade even a little.
There was no way around it, the gap between the two of them was so big that she didn't even bother to feel jealous.
The gap caused her pride to be trampled on the floor and rubbed repeatedly until she couldn't even cry out in pain.