Seeing them head toward the cafeteria.
Oscar didn't follow them. He stayed where he was.
He watched Qin Jiuxiao's figure disappear into the crowd of girls, feeling a little helpless.
Qin Jiuxiao was a true darling of the heavens, while he was just a food-type Soul Master with no background.
Besides, that embarrassing incantation had already made him too ashamed to join in. How could he possibly go up and strike up a conversation?
Tang San didn't follow them either. Oscar had just suffered a bit of embarrassment, but Tang San simply didn't fit in.
He watched Qin Jiuxiao and the others walk away, let out a cold snort, and headed straight into the boys' dormitory.
The door slammed shut, cutting him off from the outside world.
Oscar had originally wanted to take the opportunity to greet the new boy in blue. After all, they were both guys, and perhaps they could keep each other company in the future.
But then he saw Tang San's unapproachable attitude.
He curled his lip. He wasn't about to go out of his way just to get snubbed.
He stood there, watching Qin Jiuxiao's retreating figure, then glanced at his own cheap clothes.
The faint glimmer of affection for Ning Rongrong that had just begun to sprout in his heart was instantly snuffed out.
There was no comparison. None at all.
Qin Jiuxiao could casually pull off two Martial Soul Fusion Skills, and he had several gorgeous girls surrounding him.
All Oscar had was that embarrassing sausage-producing ability. He had nothing else.
"Ah..."
Oscar let out a long breath, forcing himself to look away.
But soon, a thought struck him.
He was a genius, after all!
He was almost at level thirty before he was even fifteen, and he was the only food-type Soul