Wang Zheng didn't stand on ceremony with the child at all and immediately waved his hand: "Three servings of spicy bell rabbit, one serving of local pork sweet and sour pork, one serving of pan-fried venison ribs, wow, there's also beef steak, three servings of that too."

Seeing that Chu Xiaoman was about to cry, Wu Huan quickly said, "That's enough, that's enough for now. We'll add more if it's not enough."

Wang Zheng scratched his head awkwardly: "Huh? Is that enough? Aren't you guys eating?"

...

"Ah—hiccup~"

Seeing Wang Zheng's belly bulge out and him let out a satisfied burp, Chu Xiaoman could no longer restrain herself from drawing her knife.

The look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them cannot be hidden.

Wang Zheng, on the other hand, didn't seem to care. He had already looked at the menu, and the bill would be paid in credits. He hadn't even received his student card yet, so he could only eat at Chu Xiaoman's for now. He could always treat her to a meal later.

There were so many delicious foods on the first floor; she could eat as much as she wanted.

After finishing their meal, the three of them didn't return to their dorm. Instead, they strolled leisurely to the martial arts hall. Wu Huan and Chu Xiaoman had already started warming up. During the meal, they had mentioned to Wang Zheng that there might be a sparring match when the freshmen gathered in the afternoon, which was why they had brought their weapons with them when they left.

Many students in southern Beijing carry weapons, so it didn't seem out of place that they were carrying two knives.

Wang Zheng was naturally fine with it; his hammer had always been in his storage ring.

He's just too full to move.

Looking at the spiritual energy value of 362/362 on the data panel, Wang Zheng lay down on the bench with satisfaction. He needed to rest for a while; he was just too full!

1:30 p.m.

"You idiot, get up! We're assembling at the training ground!"

In a daze, Wang Zheng was woken up by Chu Xiaoman.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, wiped his mouth with his hand, and casually smeared his drool on Chu Xiaoman's clothes.

This angered Chu Xiaoman, who then chased after Wang Zheng and gave him a good beating.

...

"There's no drool here! I was just pretending to tease you. Why can't you take a joke, kid?"

Wang Zheng, who had already arrived at the training ground, looked at the flailing Chu Xiaoman and gave a pale explanation.