The leader of the Steel-Iron Divine Cult truly... lived up to his title!
"Everyone, go eat."
Wen Xingtian clapped his hands and said mildly, "Mm, the results of the training were reasonably acceptable."
Turning to the teaching assistant, he said, "Don't forget to remind me this afternoon to bring some throat-soothing tea. A large cup."
Zuo Xiaoduo and the others shuddered as one.
Did that mean he would keep lashing them with his venomous tongue this afternoon?
The students of Class One swarmed toward the dining hall like a hive of bees.
Everything was free for first-years during their first month, and the food was naturally no exception. They could eat for free!
By now, the dining hall was already a sea of bobbing heads. Relying on his superior movement skills, Zuo Xiaoduo charged into the dining hall first. The moment he spotted a table that had just become vacant, he plopped himself down.
Then he began calling out, "There's a table here! Hurry over and grab seats!"
Several upperclassmen were approaching with their food. At a glance, they saw that someone had actually sat down at the table they were aiming for, but they paid it no mind and moved to sit there.
With a pure, innocent smile, Zuo Xiaoduo said, "Sorry, upperclassmen, this table's taken. If there were fewer of you, we could eat together, but there are so many of you, and I still have a lot of classmates coming."
Chapter 96: Fighting over a Table
These upperclassmen wore uniforms bearing two-clawed golden dragons, clearly marking them as second-year High Martial students. Holding their food, they remained unhurried and composed.
This table was taken?
All of them looked torn between laughter and disbelief.
How many years had it been since they had heard someone speak to