Douluo's Gourd

On the second day, Wang Xiaofeng did not follow the crowd to watch the match.

In the eyes of others, he is now seriously injured, so he can only helplessly practice in the dormitory with Ma Hongjun, and even the meals are brought over by Oscar.

"Staying in the dormitory is so boring, I really want to go out and play." Ma Hongjun wrapped the quilt around his body and rolled around on Wang Xiaofeng's bed.

While practicing, Wang Xiaofeng said, "Then you can find something to do, such as cleaning the dormitory."

Ma Hongjun curled his lips and said: "You think I'm so stupid, this is the dormitory of you and Oscar, and it's not mine. Unless you treat me to a big meal, there's no need to talk about it."

"Even if I treat you to dinner, it will be a week later. How about I invite you to eat from the cafeteria?"

"Forget it, I'm tired of eating in the cafeteria." Ma Hongjun wrapped himself in the quilt again, rolling wildly, "I want to be free, I want to go out and play."

Ma Hongjun has become like this since he was banned from leaving the school by the master yesterday, no one tried to persuade him, and after everyone agreed, they threw him to Wang Xiaofeng to deal with.

Anyway, both of them couldn't go out because of their injuries, so let's take care of this idiot by the way.

Just as Wang Xiaofeng continued to endure Ma Hongjun's harassment, Oscar suddenly opened the door of the dormitory and walked in, "Haha, fat man, look what I brought you."

"Oscar, you're finally here, I'm almost suffocated." Ma Hongjun saw the food box in Oscar's hand, his eyes lit up, his nose moved slightly, and he blurted out: "This is the smell of roast chicken."

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from your pig nose."

As soon as the food box was opened, there was indeed a roast chicken inside. Oscar took it out and placed various side dishes on the table.

Wang Xiaofeng slowly withdrew his martial soul, felt a little more soul power in his body, and nodded in satisfaction.

Although there is no system panel, but relying on strong mental power, he can still feel the progress of his soul power.

It is because he can intuitively feel the continuous improvement of his strength that Wang Xiaofeng can endure the loneliness of cultivation. Otherwise, like studying soul skills, he will get stuck for some reason every now and then, and it will be difficult for people to maintain the motivation to persist in special research.

The long-range attack soul skills that Wang Xiaofeng has been researching are stuck at the stage where the soul power is not enough to release the attack power.

There is no way to solve this problem for the time being, so Wang Xiaofeng can only focus on improving his cultivation first, maybe when his cultivation reaches a certain level, this problem will be solved naturally.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at Oscar who was fighting over the roast chicken with Ma Hongjun, and asked with some doubts: "Oscar, why did you come back so early today?"

Because the home site is very close to the competition venue, Shrek Academy always arrives at the venue every time, but it just sent him out of the dormitory an hour ago, why did he come back so soon

In the end, Oscar only grabbed half of a chicken wing, took a bite and said, "Hey, I was lucky today, I was assigned to be among the first batch to play, and the Rogge Academy on the opposite side was stingy, and eliminated them all within a minute Yes, so I came back early."

Wang Xiaofeng shook his head: "No, I'm surprised that you didn't find Rongrong on a date today."

Oscar snorted coldly, as if my awareness was so low in your heart, "Women are like clothes, brothers are like siblings. Of course you are more important to me."

Ma Hongjun, who was eating greasy mouth, patted Oscar's shoulder with his greasy right hand, and said happily: "Oscar, you will be my best brother Ma Hongjun from now on."

Oscar quickly patted his greasy hands away: "Stop disgusting me."

Although it was still some time before noon, seeing how they were scrambling to eat, Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help picking up the bowls and chopsticks and joining the army of scrambling for food.

And the truth, of course, is not what Oscar said.

It's a different look.

Tiandou City, Fontaine Street.

This street is the largest shopping street in Tiandou City. From six-year-old children to [-]-year-olds, there is no one who has never heard of the name of this street.

Because of the Classics, the sidewalks are lined with stalls.

Some are grilling, some are pushing the stalls and selling corn, some are doing acrobatics, and some are selling jelly and noodle snacks.

Some sell toys, some sell drinks, and everything is really there.

And as time goes by, the flow of people continues to increase.

"Look, Xiao Wu, this hairpin is so pretty." Ning Rongrong picked up a wooden hairpin from the stall, and said to Xiao Wu beside him with a smile.

I also tried to insert it into the already long hair.

"Well, it's pretty good." Xiao Wu said and picked up one and tried to stick it in her hair, "Brother, look, isn't it pretty?"

Tang San held various boxes stacked high, kept nodding and said: "Looks good, looks good."

Although the hairpins are made of poor materials, it can be seen that the masters who made these things put great effort into it. The flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and animals carved on them are lifelike under careful carving.

It can be said that it is a rare boutique.

The owner of the stall couldn't help showing off: "Girl, these are all carved by my nephew. If you want to buy them, buy them as soon as possible, and they will be gone if you wait later."

It's okay for the boss to say this, because in a short period of time, he sold three more hairpins.

Ning Rongrong nodded, took out a handful of gold soul coins and said: "Boss, I bought it, you can pack up the rest, is the money enough?"

"More, more." The boss carefully took out a gold soul coin from inside. Just as he was about to change money, Ning Rong waved his hand directly, "Boss, don't look for it, add another gold soul coin, you put this small stall Just send it to us."

How much is this broken cart worth? The boss was very happy. He didn't know that he had met a noble person, so he quickly thanked: "Thank you, miss, thank you."

Tang San carefully and neatly placed all kinds of boxes on the trolley, and he was relieved.

Rubbing his sore shoulders, he thought to himself: Damn Oscar, actually using Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun as an excuse is really enviable.

"Brother, come quickly." Xiao Wu's voice came from a distance, Tang San replied loudly: "Come here."

Then he pushed the small cart with difficulty, and moved with difficulty in the narrow sidewalk crowded with people.

In the afternoon, when Oscar saw Tang San slowly pushing all kinds of things like hills back to the academy, he couldn't help praising him for his cleverness.

Fortunately, he had a flash of inspiration at that time, otherwise, with his small arms and legs, how could he stand such a high-intensity shopping.

That's right, in Oscar's opinion, shopping at this time of the elite competition is simply hell-level difficulty.

"Oscar, you seem very proud."

There was a sudden pain in his right ear, Oscar immediately put away his smile, and said with a bitter face: "It hurts, Rong Rong, I was wrong."

"what went wrong"

"I"

Seeing Oscar's miserable appearance, the resentment in Tang San's heart dissipated immediately.

"Brother, look, I bought you a lot of things."

Seeing Xiao Wu looking for things in the hill-like pile of gift boxes, Tang San also showed a wry smile. After shopping for a day, only one or two things in the pile were bought by Xiao Wu. Isn't it a pain to look for things?

Tang San, who couldn't bear to scold, could only follow behind helplessly, looking for one by one.

Wang Xiaofeng pushed open the window, looked at the bustling downstairs, and sighed: "Oh, the air is filled with the sour smell of love."