Douluo Fight God of War

"In addition to these partners in your academy. I believe that the future of Douluo Continent belongs to you, because each of you is a genius."

"So I decided to stay. After all, if you kids don't have proper cultivation methods, your talents will be wasted."

"Although that old ghost Flanders has a lot of cultivation experience that I told him, he can't bring you growth in many details. Coupled with his stingy character, I'm afraid he will harm you. Got you."

"After all, I hope that in the future, you and Xiaosan, together with your friends, can form a strong group."

"So from now on, I must use the best cultivation methods to guide you."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the excited master and quickly calmed him down, then served him a bowl of porridge. This porridge was not the rice porridge from Shrek Academy, but the lean meat porridge that Zhang Ruochen bought from Soto City. .

After all, Shrek Academy's economy is not rich, it would be damned if it could be rich sooner.

Breakfast every day is nothing more than steamed buns, vegetables, porridge, and an egg for each person.

If the master saw them eating this, Zhang Ruochen would probably talk to his teacher endlessly.

"Teacher, don't get excited. I know what you're thinking, but we also have to have a full meal first. And after we finish the meal, we are discussing your matter."

Of course the master knew what Zhang Ruochen meant. He just didn't want to listen to his nagging. Moreover, he dared to guarantee with his own life that as long as he finished the meal, this brat would definitely find an excuse to leave immediately. If he could listen to what he said, then Damn it.

But he was also hungry, but when he looked at the sumptuous meal in front of him, he was confused. He looked at Zhang Ruochen who was still eating and said, "That stingy Flanders will let you eat so well."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the confused expression on the master's face, but regardless of whether Flanders was the dean here, he complained directly: "Teacher, you said that Flanders is a miser, so you definitely can't. This is Your disciple bought the food for Shrek School in the morning. It is for human consumption. I think it is better for myself. After all, cultivation can be tiring, but I must not tire my mouth. Do you think so, sister-in-law?"

Zhang Ruochen looked at Ning Rongrong's eating posture and couldn't help but feel speechless for a while. He also looked mockingly at the lady, patted Ning Rongrong's head and said to her teasingly.

"Sister, my brother-in-law is bullying me." Ning Rongrong looked at Zhang Ruochen with a sullen expression and without any hesitation, complained directly to her sister.

But before Ning Ningxue could scold Zhang Ruochen, Flanders' lazily voice came from outside. "I said, brat, do you have any sense of respecting your elders when you complain about your dean like this?"

"What does it mean that we are not human beings? We, the people, have been eating it for so many years. If we sue you, we are no longer human beings."

"I didn't say that, you said it yourself." Zhang Ruochen looked at Flanders, with his shabby old face, and couldn't help but feel the waves in his heart.

"You brat, that's what you mean. You, a fighter from Soto City, really stand up and talk without pain. With the financial conditions of the college, you can still eat delicacies from the mountains and seas."

Frank looked at Zhang Ruochen and was actually ready to complain about himself. He quickly continued: "You are a brat who wants to eat delicacies from the mountains and seas. Then you will have to pay for the food expenses after school. Anyway, you brat is not short of money."

"Flanders, you old devil, you are bullying my apprentice like this." The master saw the needy look on Flanders's face, and quickly stood up to defend his apprentice. The food expenses should have been paid by the school. , but it still has to fall on his apprentice.

Zhang Ruochen quickly grabbed the master and said that we should be generous, "Teacher, please calm down. After all, we can't talk to some elderly people with poor quality. We are all civilized celebrities."

"You brat, you're saying that I'm not good enough." Flanders stared at Zhang Ruochen. He had been in power for so many years, but he had never seen such a brat like Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Flanders, who was blushing and thick-necked, and said with a smile: "Dean Flanders, I didn't say anything about your quality, you said it yourself.