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When Yang Ming raised his eyelids, he only felt that after a sleep, his whole body became transparent, and the fatigue accumulated before was wiped out.

"Boss, are you awake?"

Wang Sheng’s voice came from the side, Yang Ming propped up his upper body on the bed, rubbed his wistful eyes, and saw Wang Sheng holding a basin of hot water, and his honest face forced a flattering smile, passionately Road:

"Boss, do you want to wash your face?"

Wang Sheng put down the basin and handed a clean towel with both hands.

At this moment, the expression on Wang Sheng's face was written as Little Brother, and read as Licking Dog.

Yang Ming looked puzzled. He didn't understand why Wang Sheng had changed so much before and after. Where was the arrogance before?

Yang Ming didn't know. Tang San had already danced with his hands in the process of his deep sleep, and told him and Su Yuntao vigorously.

Why did he ride alone for thousands of miles, went to the meeting alone, and said, "Holy Soul Village Yang Ming is here!" Then, they fought against Su Yuntao for three hundred rounds. Both sides had their own unique tricks, and they fought darkly. Finally, Su Yun Tao Qi missed a move, but he was defeated by Yang Ming and defeated Wuhun Hall.

When Tang San made up the story, things that could be said in one sentence, but it was a mess. After talking for more than half an hour, the story was helplessly fascinating, and he stunned this group of little insightful kids. All automatically become Yang Ming's little brother.

Although there were many doubts in his heart, Yang Ming just let the flow go.

After washing his face, Yang Ming calmly saw that among a group of little kids, there was a little girl who was carved and jade. It was like a red rose that was budding out of a bunch of grass. A bright feeling before my eyes.

The little girl was about six years old, her height was about the same as Yang Ming, she had a delicate face, white inside, smooth skin, and she seemed to be round lychees, which made people have the urge to take a bite.

She was dressed in plain clothes, but she was also neat and tidy. Her long black hair was tied into a scorpion braid and tied to her back. Her big watery eyes seemed to be able to speak, staring straight at Yang Ming.

"Hey, you are the hero of the cold river lonely shadow, rushing into the crown as a red face, and crossing the river in white in angrily, Yang Ming who fought the great soul master Su Yuntao for three hundred rounds?"

The girl's crisp voice sounded, as good as the sound of a yellow oriole, attracting Yang Ming's attention.

just……

Listening to her words, Yang Ming always felt something was wrong.

What hero?

What is a confidant?

Tang San silently hid in the crowd, head tilted to one side, so as not to be noticed by Yang Ming, he said silently in his heart:

"Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me..."

Yang Ming sat on the bed, folded his hands on his chin, narrowed his eyes, and chuckled:

"If I can change my name or sit down, it is Yang Ming."

"My name is Xiao Wu, dance dance."

The little girl swung her feet inward, and made a hands-off movement with her hands.

"I want to be the head of the seven houses. I have defeated Tang San before, but you have not been defeated by me. Come and fight me!"

Yang Ming smashed his mouth, stretched out comfortably, and said lazily:

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Lifting his eyes to see Xiao Wu who was eager to try, Yang Ming folded his arms on the back of his head, raised Erlang's legs, and said:

"If you want to be the head of the Seventh House, you can be the head, and I have no objection."

In Yang Ming's view, a dormitory is just the head, and it is meaningless to fight back and forth.

Why not sleep longer...

However, Yang Ming obviously ignored Xiao Wu's stubbornness. She stomped the ground with her small feet, and said with an anguish:

"No, if I don't fight you and defeat you, then what is the point of me being the head of the house?" Ambiguous 43 novel www.aimei43.com

"Oh." Yang Ming raised his hands and shrugged, "Well, I surrender, you won."

As the saying goes, if a good man doesn't fight with a woman, Yang Ming doesn't bother to care about Xiao Wu.

Besides, what if Yang Ming wins Xiao Wu?

With that, Yang Ming ignored the thunderous Xiao Wu, and pulled out Tang San, who was hiding deep in the crowd.

Tang San thought that Yang Ming had discovered that he was making up stories by himself, and he was quite uneasy.

However, Tang San wanted something bad, Yang Ming didn't notice it at all, and put his back on Tang San, saying:

"Third brother, go, let's eat!"

With a move of Wang Sheng's ear, he jogged over and said:

"Boss, are you going to eat?"

"Yes? What's the matter?" Yang Ming asked in confusion.

Wang Sheng patted his chest, banged loudly, and said enthusiastically:

"Big brother, how can this cost you money, and the younger brother will come to treat you later!"

"That's all right."

Although he didn't understand what happened when he was asleep, Yang Ming saw that Wang Sheng didn't look like a bad-hearted person, so he let him make arrangements.

The other children in Qishe were naturally happy to be with Yang Ming, and followed Yang Ming out of the dormitory.

Seeing Yang Ming's departure, Xiao Wu pouted her mouth and stomped her feet bitterly.

"Sting! Singing! Really stingy! Isn't it just a fight? I don't want to!"

Although her mouth was indignant, Xiao Wu's body was still very honest and didn't want to be special. She was isolated by everyone. After stomping her foot, she still followed everyone out.

The canteen is in the teaching building and must pass through the entire playground.

At this time, it was close to the evening, and it was estimated that classes had already ended, and there were many people on the road, seniors in cool clothes, tall seniors, and all kinds of teachers.

The dining hall of the Noordin Junior Soul Master Academy is large enough to accommodate six classes plus a teacher for a total of more than 300 people.

The canteen is divided into two floors. The hall on the first floor alone has 300 seats. At this time, many people lined up in front of the window to have a meal.

Just as Wang Sheng and Yang Ming and others were preparing to line up with the crowd, a discordant voice came.

"Oh, isn't this the poor gang of Wang Sheng?"

Yang Ming paused and looked in the direction where the sound came from, but saw a group of senior students standing on the stairs on the first and second floors, pointing towards them.

The one who spoke was a senior, who looked like a dog, but couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth, full of cynicism:

"Hehe, the soil buns are the soil buns, so you can only go to the first floor to eat that kind of junk food, never want to eat on the second floor."

Wang Sheng had already recognized who the other party was, and he was so angry.

However, his family was poor and couldn't afford the cost of the second floor. He could only press his lips tightly and his shoulders trembled with anger.

Just when Wang Sheng felt that life was dark, a wide and warm hand fell on his shoulder, and Yang Ming's voice entered his heart like a light breaking through the darkness:

"Isn't it just going to the second floor for a meal, let's go, I invite you to go together!"

Wang Sheng only thought that Yang Ming was trying to give himself a head, and was so touched that he choked up and said:

"Boss..."

The senior student who had originally walked towards the second floor paused, Huo Di looked towards Yang Ming and sneered:

"I don't know what to say!"