Chapter 49 Su Ming: There are mosquitoes on your door
Night falls silently.
After a busy day, most of the students have returned to the college community at this time. Except for a small number of people who are carrying out tasks that can only be performed at night, the rest have finished their work for the day.
At this time, the cafeteria is undoubtedly the busiest.
After a busy day, most of the students are physically and mentally exhausted and just want to have a good meal. Their hungry look seems like they have been busy outside all day.
Of course, what the trainees do is not much different from drudgery.
It is better to say that there is basically no job that requires the use of professionals and can be done carelessly or easily.
Therefore, no matter whether they were students who had accepted relatively safe tasks or students who had accepted relatively risky tasks, they had almost exhausted their energy at this time.
The same was true for Su Ming and his group.
So, everyone mixed in the crowd, talked with each other, and entered the cafeteria of the living building to start rewarding their stomachs.
It has to be said that the college's living arrangements are indeed very appropriate and of very high quality. Not only are the accommodation conditions first-class, but the meals provided are also impeccable.
Can you imagine mountains of abalone and lobster in the college cafeteria?
Can you imagine that the chef of a five-star hotel is invited to the college cafeteria to cook for a group of students?
It's here!
Only at this time, even Su Ming had to admire it a few words, thinking that becoming a professional in such a dangerous profession was really worth it.
Only professionals who play an important role in the survival of the human race will be valued by the base city. They will have such privileges and benefits during their trainee period and enjoy a life that ordinary people can hardly enjoy.
The price is that professionals are required to work hard for the survival of the base city and all mankind.
“So, no matter which world you are in, there is no such thing as a free lunch.”
Su Ming has expressed this sentiment more than once.
But one has to enjoy it when it's time to enjoy it. Su Ming is not so pretentious as to refuse such a good thing.
Even the three cute schoolmates, An Zijin, Yao Beibei and Jiang Wanyu, began to eat with relish after being reserved for a while.
Obviously, a day's task had left the three men exhausted both physically and mentally. They were starving and wanted to eat the table.
During this time, many people came forward to greet the three school girls.
Especially here with An Zijin, every now and then a senior student would come up to touch her head, rub her face, and almost carry her away, which scared An Zijin so much that she couldn't help but hold her head.
On the other hand, Su Ming, Lei Hao and Ye Bai also had people coming up to greet them.
However, the person who greeted them seemed a little more friendly.
"Is it fun to team up with the campus beauty and her beautiful roommates?"
"Why haven't you been martyred yet?"
"Honestly, I think it's not too much to trade the happiness you have now for the next fifty years of life."
"That is to say, it's almost time for you to die."
That’s right, the greetings that Su Ming and the other two received were so cordial, so cordial that they made them want to hit someone.
Among them, Su Ming had the strongest impulse.
There's nothing he can do about it. Who made these bastards say these things to his face?
Among the three, he is undoubtedly the one who attracts the most hatred.
If he had not considered the possibility of being hunted down later, Su Ming would have wanted to add some ingredients to the food in the hands of those who passed by him and gave him a warm greeting (he was holding a bottle of chili oil tightly in his hand).
In Su Ming's team of six, the treatment of boys and girls was very different, which made people feel extremely unbalanced.
Fortunately, Su Ming is not without a way to retaliate.
"Brother Su Ming, this is delicious, try it!"
"Want some shrimp? Let me shell them for you!"
"Brother Su Ming, eat this."
"Brother Su Ming."
An Zijin once again displayed her caring skills like a girl next door, constantly picking food for Su Ming and feeding him, looking like she was enjoying it, which made everyone who was paying attention to her jealous.
Su Ming felt happy to see them so unhappy.
Well, the only problem is that the aggro is a bit too spread out again.
"Senior."
"Senior."
Yao Beibei and Jiang Wanyu looked at Su Ming with a hint of resentment in their eyes.
“The world is going downhill.”
Lei Hao kept sighing.
“.”
Ye Bai remained silent, but picked up the chili oil.
Su Ming then hurriedly began to eat his meal, resisting Ye Bai's chili oil attack while enjoying An Zijin's service, feeling both pain and pleasure.
The meal was quite enjoyable until the end.
After finishing their meal, Su Ming and his group of six returned to their rooms. They each washed up in the bathroom attached to their rooms, clearing off the dust and blood on their bodies.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next step is to go to bed and rest, marking the end of the day.
However, Su Ming did not.
He thought it over again and again, and finally left his room.
"Sister Xiaojin, are you there?"
Outside An Zijin's door, Su Ming knocked on An Zijin's door and asked in a low voice.
There was no way. If Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei or even Ye Bai heard what he was doing here and knew that he came to find An Zijin in the middle of the night, there would definitely be chaos again.
Su Ming had some serious stuff to do and didn't want to be disturbed by these people.
Who would have thought. "Click."
“Click.”
“Click.”
Accompanied by three subtle sounds of doors opening, An Zijin's door was not opened, but the doors of the other rooms all opened a crack at the same time.
Jiang Wanyu, Yao Beibei, and Ye Bai hid behind the door of their room, showing one eye from the crack and casting a sharp and fierce look towards Su Ming.
Su Ming: “.”
Are these three guys sick? Su Ming really wants to beat someone up.
At this time, An Zijin's door was also opened.
"Brother Su Ming."
Inside the room, An Zijin stood timidly in a cute pajamas, looking at Su Ming outside the door with a hint of joy in her beautiful big eyes.
"Are you here to play with me? Brother Su Ming!"
An Zijin's voice was filled with joy, making the three glances on Su Ming even sharper.
".I came to talk to you about something."
Su Ming's mouth twitched and he spoke helplessly.
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"Really?" An Zijin didn't feel disappointed. Instead, he quickly opened the door and said, "Then come in, Brother Su Ming."
In an instant, the gaze fixed on Su Ming seemed to become real, piercing his back so much that it hurt a little.
This made Su Ming feel like there was hell ahead and if he stepped into it, his life would be gone immediately.
"What's wrong? Brother Su Ming?"
An Zijin looked at Su Ming, who was standing motionless outside the door, with a puzzled look on his face.
".fine."
Su Ming was silent for a long time, then he gave a rather forced smile, took heavy steps, and stepped into An Zijin's room.
"Hehe. (#^.^#)"
An Zijin seemed very happy. As soon as Su Ming walked into his room, he immediately closed the door.
“Bang!”
Almost at the same time, three doors were pushed open, and three figures jumped out, running towards them at lightning speed.
The three figures tacitly kept silent and just put their ears against the door.
“Bang!”
At this moment, the door suddenly exploded, as if something had hit it hard, and it shook violently.
"ah!"
"ah!"
“Fuck!”
The three guys who had their faces pressed against the door suddenly suffered a tragedy. They fell to the ground one after another, covering their ears and faces, and rolling around in pain.
"Oh."
In An Zijin's room, Su Ming put a fist against the door, a sneer on his face, telling others where the noise just now came from.
"Brother Susuming?"
An Zijin was frightened.
"It's okay, it's okay." Su Ming quickly retracted his fist and said to An Zijin as if nothing had happened: "There is a mosquito on your door. I will help you swat it."
"Mosquito?" A big question mark appeared on An Zijin's little head.
Su Ming didn't say anything more about this matter. Instead, he took An Zijin's hand and walked towards her bed.
Seeing this, An Zijin stopped hesitating and his heartbeat quickened.
Some wild thoughts involuntarily appeared in my mind.
"What does Brother Su Ming want to do?"
"It's the middle of the night, and it's like this all of a sudden. Isn't that a bit bad?"
"Is it possible that I will step onto the adult ladder tonight?"
“Isn’t this too fast?”
"No, no, no, Brother Su Ming and I have known each other for ten years. If it were any other adulterer, they would have had so many children in ten years. How can we be fast like this?"
"Isn't it bad for Coco to be here? We're all still under the same roof!"
"How about I find a towel to bite?"
Thinking of this, An Zijin began to look around, as if trying to find where to find a towel.
Fortunately, Su Ming can't read minds, otherwise, he would have been shocked by now.
"Sister Xiaojin." Su Ming sat down with An Zijin, looked at An Zijin, and asked, "Let me ask you, how many spiritual arts have you learned?"
"Huh?" An Zijin was slightly startled, and the little plot in his mind could not help but stop, so he replied honestly: "I have only learned three kinds of spiritual skills now."
"Three?" Su Ming nodded and continued to ask, "Which three?"
Hearing this, although An Zijin was a little confused, he still answered very obediently.
"The three spiritual arts I learned are [Flying Arrow], [Roaring Bullet], and [Scorching Bird's Cry]."
An Zijin's answer made Su Ming raise his eyebrows.
"Good fellow, it turns out you are still hiding your abilities."
There was a slight change in the look in Su Ming's eyes when he looked at An Zijin.
Needless to say, the first two kinds of spiritual techniques are one form and thirteen forms. The former is the most basic form that every sorcerer in the academy will learn when they enter school. Su Ming has seen An Zijin use the latter, so he is naturally not surprised.
But [Burning Bird's Song] really surprised Su Ming again.
There is no other reason.
This is because, among the one hundred spiritual techniques, this technique ranks 30th.
It is the most powerful technique among the low-level spiritual techniques.
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(End of this chapter)