Among Flender's Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang Grandmaster came here yesterday. It is now early morning, and the early morning sunlight shines into the dining hall through the dilapidated windows, casting a mottled light and shadow on the ground.
The dining hall is not big, with several wooden tables pushed together. Most of the paint on the table tops has peeled off, revealing the blackened wood underneath.
Yu Xiaogang stood at the door of the dining hall, looking at the scene in front of him, and frowned slightly.
"This is...Shrek Academy's dining hall?"
He thought in his mind but didn't say it out loud.
Tang San and Xiao Wu followed him and walked in.
Dai Mubai has arrived and is sitting in the corner. There is a bowl in front of him with half a bowl of porridge in it. He holds a steamed bun in his hand and is nibbling one bite at a time.
Ma Hongjun sat next to him, his chubby body squeezed onto the bench. The bowl in front of him was bigger than Dai Mubai's, but there was very little porridge in it.
Oscar was sitting opposite, holding a cucumber in his hand and chewing it. There was also a steamed bun in front of him.
Flender stood behind the dining table and served everyone food in person.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang walking in, he grinned.
"Xiao Gang, are you here? Sit down quickly, breakfast will be ready soon."
Yu Xiaogang nodded and found a place to sit down.
Tang San and Xiao Wu sat next to him.
Flender came over carrying a tray and placed it on the table.
On the tray, there are several bowls and plates.
The steamed buns are white-faced steamed buns. They are not small in size, but they look a little hard and there are a few dry cracks on the surface.
Pickle porridge, the porridge is very thin, there are only a few rice grains, and a few pickle shreds are floating on the surface of the porridge, solitary.
The eggs, one for each person, were overcooked, with several cracks in the shell.
This is today's breakfast.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the food on the table and frowned even more tightly.
"Flender..."
His voice was not loud, but there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.
"Is this the food of the academy?"
Flender chuckled and rubbed his hands.
"Xiaogang, you also know that we Shrek Academy are not rich."
"It's good if you can eat enough, don't be picky."
Xiao Wu sat next to him, looking at the porridge in the bowl that was so thin that people could be seen, and couldn't help but muttered.
"How many breakfasts like this can one Gold Soul Coin buy?"
"Our registration fee is ten Gold Soul Coin."
Tang San frowned and quickly tugged on Xiao Wu's clothes under the table.
"Xiao Wu, stop talking."
Xiao Wu glanced at him, curled his lips, and said no more.
Ma Hongjun was really excited, his little eyes turned around in a circle, and then looked at Flender pitifully.
"Dean, can you improve our food?"
"Eating these things all day makes me hungry and thin."
Dai Mubai glanced at him and spoke coldly.
"Have you lost weight?"
"You are almost as fat as a pig, are you still skinny?"
Ma Hongjun's face suddenly turned red.
"Boss Dai, I don't like hearing what you say!"
"Where have I gained weight? I have obviously lost a lot of weight!"
"If you don't believe me, just touch it and there's even less meat on my belly!"
He said, straightened out his belly, and moved towards Dai Mubai.
As soon as he heard Ma Hongjun say that he wanted to touch him, Dai Mubai's face instantly darkened, and an inexplicable emotion flashed through his evil eyes.
He thought about what happened that night, and it really made him feel cold all over.
Dai Mubai quietly moved to the side, widening the distance between him and Ma Hongjun.
"Don't touch me."
Dai Mubai's voice was cold, with a hint of threat in his tone.
Ma Hongjun was stunned for a moment and scratched his head.
"Boss Dai, what happened to you today?"
Dai Mubai didn't answer, lowered his head and continued to eat his steamed buns.
Ma Hongjun was bored, then turned to look at Flender.
"Dean, if it doesn't work, we can just eat Oscar sausages."
"That stuff is at least better than this steamed bun."
Oscar was chewing cucumber, and when he heard Ma Hongjun's words, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"My sausages are for you to heal your wounds, not for food. They are made by consuming my Soul Power."
Ma Hongjun waved his hand.
"It's all the same, it's all about food anyway."
Flender's face darkened.
"Ma Hongjun, stop giving me nonsense."
"Do you think the college's money comes from strong winds?"
"If it weren't for solving your Evil Fire problem, the college wouldn't be so poor!"
Ma Hongjun became anxious when he heard this.
"Dean, what you said is wrong, right?"
"How much does it cost for one time if I go and solve Evil Fire?"
"How can we use so much?"
Flender glared at him.
"You still say?"
Ma Hongjun saw that he was really angry, so he shrank his neck and did not dare to say anything anymore.
The dining hall became quiet, with only the sound of eating porridge and eating steamed buns.
Flender sighed and softened his tone.
"If you want to improve the food, there is nothing you can do."
Everyone raised their heads and looked at him.
"Go to Soto Great Soul Arena."
"Win Gold Soul Coin by yourself and improve your food by yourself."
"There is no such thing as a free lunch."
"The academy is only responsible for teaching you knowledge and helping you become stronger."
"It's up to you to fight for resources."
"This is the survival of the fittest. On the Douluo Continent, don't rely on others to donate resources. If you want to obtain resources, you can only rely on yourself to fight for them."
"Especially since we are Shrek Academy and Monster Academy, it should be even more so. What we want to cultivate is a group of monsters, not a group of wastes who can stretch out their food and open their mouths!"
No one spoke, Tang San lowered his head and drank the porridge in the bowl silently. In his opinion, what Flender said was indeed good, and resources should be obtained by oneself.
Isn't it the same for someone who stole the Tang Sect technique in his previous life?
Even if you are an outer disciple, you can still steal the skills on your own and become stronger. Now you can bring Tang Sect things to this world, which can be regarded as a benefit for yourself.
The breakfast ended in silence. Flender put away the dishes and everyone left one after another.
Yu Xiaogang didn't leave. He sat in his original position, looked at Flender, and asked.
"Flender, does the college really have no funds?"
Flender paused for a moment.
His eyes were a little evasive and his lips moved, but no words came out.
Yu Xiaogang Looking at his look, he suddenly understood.
"You... withheld the money?"
Flender's face looked a little unnatural, but he didn't deny it.
"Xiao Gang, listen to me..."
Yu Xiaogang raised his hand and interrupted him.
"I don't care about your business."
"But I have a request."
Flender looked at him.
"San's training resources must be sufficient."
"Let me tell you the truth, behind San is His Excellency Haotian, and he is the son of His Excellency Haotian."
Flender's pupils shrank slightly.
"Xiao Gang, you mean..."
Yu Xiaogang nodded.
"So, you should know how to do it."
Flender was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath.
"I understand."
"Tang San's resources, I will guarantee it."
"But on the surface..."
Yu Xiaogang waved his hand.
"On the surface, I'll just do what you just said."
"Let them go to Great Soul Arena and earn it themselves."
"That makes sense."
Flender nodded.
"Okay."
The two looked at each other and said nothing. Yu Xiaogang stood up and walked towards the door.
When he reached the door, he stopped and looked back at the dilapidated canteen.
"Flender."
"Huh?"
"You are good at everything, but you are too stingy."
Flender chuckled and did not answer the call.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head, opened the door and walked out.