Little Witch Explodes

Early the next morning.

It was just dawn, and the distant sun slowly rose.

A black figure sat on the roof of the wooden house, absorbing the purple mist in the morning light.

There were light blue energy fluctuations surrounding him again, no need to think that this was Tang San.

"ha!"

Wukong walked out of the wooden house next to him, wearing an orange Wuzi Taoist uniform. He rubbed the joints of his body and yawned refreshed.

"Huh? Tang San, hehe, you are still using such a low-level cultivation method. If it rains at night, the coldness in the morning light will probably disappear."

Tang San's cultivation method relied entirely on the sky eating the sky, and the earth eating the earth. How well he cultivated depended on the changes in the sky, and he had no sense of his own existence at all.

Goku glanced at him, and then started doing fitness dance.

"The eighth set of national primary school student radio gymnastics, colorful sunshine begins now!"

Wukong shouted, and then reached out to touch the soul guide, and a large speaker appeared, which was a sound recording device. He had played this BGM with various musical instruments as early as when he was in Wuhun Hall.

At that time, Hu Liena also perfectly attracted a wave of fans in her heart.

"One two three four, two two three four, three two three four, four two three four..."

"Hmm!" Tang San, who was meditating and practicing while absorbing the cold morning light on the roof, was disrupted by the sudden loud music.

"who is that?"

Tang San stood up and activated the Purple Demon Eyes to look around.

As a result, I saw Sun Wukong doing radio gymnastics not far away.

Tang San was furious, but he thought of what Wukong said to him in the Rose Hotel and his heaven-defying strength when he fought against Zhao Wuji.

This guy is scared again.

He plans to negotiate with Wukong in a peaceful way.

"Please go away, I am practicing now. Cultivation is the most important thing for everyone, there is no need for you to stop me." Tang San suppressed his anger forcibly, and said to Wukong in a steady voice: "And I have not been able to do it in the past two days. I didn’t offend you.”

For some reason, Wukong felt a little angry when he heard Tang San speak.

"This school doesn't belong to you alone, and I'm still the sponsor here. If I want to go further, it should be you." Wukong smiled sideways at Tang San.

Envy?

I am richer than you, are you envious?

If you have the ability, you can also be a sponsor of the college.

Just the little money you earn from blacksmithing will probably take you a lifetime to reach one-tenth of my figure.

"You!" Tang San couldn't express the pain in his heart. This guy was indeed very rich, and he couldn't compete with him with money.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

You can't compete with them at all. You are just a student, and they are now a development sponsor. Just based on this status, the difference is huge.

"No, that's it? I thought it was so cruel, that's it?"

Tang Sect Tang San, that’s it!

Later, after Wukong finished his morning exercise, he went into the house to check on Zhu Zhuqing, who was exhausted after a big battle last night.

After sending her a diluted aura, her whole body began to become as lively as before.

When they went out, Ning Rongrong happened to go out with them.

After a few words of bickering, the two went directly to the cafeteria to eat.

I have to say that the food in this cafeteria is really unpalatable, and the food is not good enough. The thought of having to stay here for such a short period of time made Wukong collapse.

He is a Saiyan, and his appetite is larger than that of ordinary people, but now he has to eat this kind of unpalatable food every day, and he still has to eat a lot of it.

Didn’t Goku already fund so much of Shrek Academy?

Why is this food so disgusting? During this period, Dai Mubai had been looking at Sun Wukong silently and coldly.

Because the movements of Zhu Zhuqing and Wukong were too close, one fed him a bite of this, and the other a bite of that.

Even Ning Rongrong next to him couldn't stand it anymore.

Wukong even went so far as to feed him with his mouth. If Zhu Zhuqing hadn't been so shy, Wukong would have succeeded by now.

The table under Dai Mubai's hands was almost crushed, and next to him, Ma Hongjun, who had just been taught a lesson this morning, had been paying attention to Dai Mubai's embarrassment.

This guy usually stole a lot of women from him and now he can actually see Dai Mubai deflated. This is really rare!

Tang San and Xiao Wu looked at each other shyly from time to time.

…

Ding ding ding!

"No! This is the dean's assembly bell." Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun said at the same time.

"Dean." Wukong was very familiar with the word dean.

"Flanders?"

"Let's go meet him."

After drinking and eating, Wukong took Zhu Zhuqing's hand and started to run out. Behind him, Dai Mubai looked like a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his sufferings.

On the large playground, stood a middle-aged man with glasses, a pointed face and a hawk-nosed nose.

"The little monsters should be coming soon, right?" Flanders always maintained a posture.

It can be said that he is very excited about today's meeting, because this time he has recruited the largest and most talented group of students in the history of the academy.

Among them, I learned from Zhao Wuji's letters that one of them had reached level 35 in soul power at the age of 12, and even had three ten thousand year soul rings. The most important thing was because he was rich!

Yesterday, when I heard that the academy was half destroyed, I was furious. But after listening to Zhao Wuji's explanation of what happened next, my smile was more beautiful than a flower.

I got sponsorship!

Do you want to smash it a few more times?

Yes.

There is also a level 37. Although the soul ring configuration is not as high as that of the level 35, it is already a genius to have two purple soul rings at such a young age.

Along the way, Dai Mubai explained to everyone: "The dean is a level 78 combat soul saint, and his martial soul is a four-eyed cat owl."

"Even in a battle between soul saints of the same level, the dean's strength is one of the best."

"Even a little stronger than teacher Zhao Wuji."

Everyone was also very surprised that Zhao Wuji was strong enough. The strength of this dean was higher than Zhao Wuji among the same level, which proved that he was not an ordinary person.

"Soul saint? You shouldn't find it." Xiao Wu's steps began to slow down, as if she was thinking about something.

The strongest person Xiao Wu had seen in the past six years was only a Soul King. She had just met Zhao Wuji, who was level 70, yesterday. If Zhao Wuji couldn't find it, then Flanders shouldn't be able to find it either.

"Xiao Wu, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go back and rest? I'll ask for leave from the dean for you." Tang San said softly.

Although Tang San was a bit of a dog, he was still quite concerned about Xiao Wu.

"No, brother San, I'm fine." Xiao Wu quickly refused.

After arriving at the playground, a boy with high-level appearance, peach blossom eyes, and an overall appearance that was always better than Dai Mubai.

It was Oscar.

Wukong teased him a little, and then stood with Zhu Zhuqing.

On the other side of the playground, Flanders strode towards this side.

The first thing they did was to introduce themselves, and then wait for Rand to issue instructions.

"From now on, everyone go to rest and try to stay in the best condition before dark."

"As for Ning Rongrong and Oscar, you two stay."

"Since you are auxiliary spirit masters, the training you receive is slightly different from that of others."

After the voice was spoken, everyone dispersed and returned to their rooms.

Wukong was teaching Zhu Zhuqing fighting skills on the other side of the playground, such as the very common wolf tooth wind fist in Dragon Ball.

Ahem, playing a joke.

As night fell, all those who were venting their heat outside returned to the academy playground, and those who were sleeping in the house also went to the playground.

Flanders looked at Wukong with great satisfaction, and Wukong also noticed it, so he nodded deliberately.

Sweeping in front of everyone again, but not so well when he saw Ning Rongrong.

Flanders concluded that Ning Rongrong would not admit it, so he went to question Oscar directly.

"Have you finished running 20 laps, Oscar?" Flanders asked him seriously.

"Uh, yes, Dean, we've finished running." Oscar answered him awkwardly, still looking at Ning Rongrong from the corner of his eyes from time to time.

"I'm talking about you, not just you!"

Oscar saw that he couldn't escape, but he noticed that Ning Rongrong's big watery eyes next to him were looking at him innocently.

Oscar clenched his fist and gritted his teeth and decided: "Yes, the Dean is us, we've finished running."

"Good! Very good!" Flanders sighed and shook his head.

"Then you run 20 more laps." Flanders sealed Oscar's soul power and ordered him to run 20 more laps.

"Yes... OK, Dean."

Oscar's face was a little sad, and he seemed to be looking at Ning Rongrong next to him.

But Ning Rongrong looked indifferent, which hurt Oscar's heart, so he could only follow the order and run 20 more laps.

"Do you know why he still has to run 20 laps?"

Everyone except Wukong had a puzzled expression.

"Because he lied, lying for friendship, this is indeed excusable, but it is also lying and deceiving people."

Everyone suddenly realized and looked at Ning Rongrong again, because Oscar didn't seem like the kind of person who would disobey orders, but if it was Ning Rongrong, it would be an exception.

Flanders slowly walked towards Ning Rongrong and asked her: "Why didn't you complete the task I gave you?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't say I didn't finish the run, you can't wrongly accuse me, Dean." Ning Rongrong said without even looking at Flanders.

"Are you referring to the fact that you suddenly ran away secretly in the middle, and then went to Soto City for a big meal, and bought a few clothes in the commercial street?" Flanders' tone was almost a little angry.

"What! You monitored me!" Ning Rongrong's ladylike image immediately changed to the character of a little witch. She actually had an outburst the day before, but because Wukong was there at the time, nothing provoked her.

So she suppressed her anger, but now she probably couldn't help it, so she got angry.

"Hmph, what do you think?"

"Flanders, you are just a little soul saint, what qualifications do you have to order me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Ning Rongrong in shock. They didn't expect that the reserved and delicate girl yesterday would become so presumptuous today.