In the dream, after a hundred times of wall-dong school belle, she was teased back by the school bel

"Ding! The person in the dream delivers breakfast to the host. The dream affects the reality. The degree of influence is one star, and the host is rewarded with a chance to draw a lottery."

Before Mu Feng came back to his senses, the system's notification tone sounded in his mind.

He turned his head to look at the buns and soy milk on the bed, feeling a little surprised.

Are you really here to bring me breakfast?

Are my dreams affecting her so much now?
However, the degree of influence is too low, only one star, and the reward is only a chance to draw a lottery, and what you get depends on luck.

"Ding! Does the host start the lottery draw now?"

The system beep sounded again.

"Yes!"

Mufeng responded in his mind.

Then, a transparent turntable appeared in front of my eyes.

There are a total of 49 grids on the turntable, and each grid has an option.

There are +2 points of strength; there are +2 points of agility; there are many primary skills, as well as a top-level engraving, a god-level painting, and a super-god fighting technique.

With a thought in his mind, the turntable began to spin.

"stop!"

When he shouted in his heart, the turntable began to slow down.

"I hope I can get a super-god fighting technique. If I can't do it, I can get a god-level painting. If it's not good, I can get a top-level sculpture."

Mufeng prayed in his heart.

The turntable stopped slowly, and the pointer passed the Super God Fighting Technique and landed on the grid of the God-level painting.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for winning the god-level painting, and now I will teach it."

As the system beeped, a smile appeared on Mufeng's face.

"Huh! Fortunately, although it is not the best, it is not worse than the god-level basketball directly rewarded by the system."

The next step is to accept the skills taught by the system.

"It's over, the lunatic is completely over."

A man's sigh came from beside his ear.

Then the fat man's voice also rang out: "Looking at his smirking face, he probably has completely fallen, and he is getting closer and closer to the grave of freedom."

After accepting the inheritance, Mufeng picked up the buns one bite at a time, finished the buns in two or three strokes, drank two sips of soy milk, and muttered: "Today's buns seem to be very fragrant? It's just a little less, and only four are not enough for my teeth sew."

The onlookers outside the dormitory who hadn't left yet heard the words, and suddenly an unknown flame arose.

The school belle brings you breakfast, but you still think this and that, you really deserve a fucking beating.

"This guy is only a little bit handsome, and there is nothing outstanding other than that. Why did the school belle fall in love with him?"

"Could it be that he used some means to threaten the school belle?"

"It makes sense. If I knew what method he used, he would beat him so badly that he wouldn't even recognize him."

Students from other classes outside the dormitory discussed in low voices and left.

When everyone left, the fat man rubbed his fists and walked over, he laughed and said, "Madman, tell me the truth, did you really use some means to threaten the school belle to submit?"

Pushing his glasses with four eyes, he said solemnly: "Based on my nine years of experience as a bookworm, the lunatic must have used some unknown evil means."

The hunky men also gathered around: "Crazy, tell me quickly, let us learn it too."

After drinking the soy milk, Mufeng wiped his hair, showing a lonely expression of a master: "My method doesn't work for you."

"How do you know it doesn't work if you haven't tried it?" the fat man said.

The fierce man and Four Eyes obviously didn't intend to give up.

Mu Feng pointed to his own face, and said, "You can understand the beauty scheme? It's just your ugly face, can it be used?"

"Fuck!"

The three of them roared in unison, threw Mufeng onto the bed, and greeted him with the magic technique of tickling.

"Stop stop! I was wrong. Hahaha, I was so wrong. Fuck, who is grabbing my underwear again?" Suddenly, Mu Feng's wailing sounded in the dormitory.

It can be said that there must be disasters for heavenly madness, and disasters for human madness.

After arguing for a while, after Mu Feng got dressed and washed, he saw the three of the hunk men starting to have sex again, he couldn't help wondering, "Are you guys going to have breakfast today?"

The fat man turned his head and gave him a sideways look, and said angrily, "What breakfast are you having? I was forcibly fed a lot of dog food early in the morning. How can I still have an appetite for breakfast?"

The macho said: "I strongly oppose the school belle coming to the dormitory to bring you breakfast, unless she brings her girlfriends and roommates with her."

"I agree." Four Eyes nodded in agreement.

Mufeng smiled, sat down on the wooden chair, leaned his feet on the desk, and said, "I can't control this, what if the school belle likes to bring me breakfast every day? If you have the ability, you can also find a female classmate to give me breakfast." You bring breakfast."

Listen, is this fucking human language?
It's too bad to treat single dogs as dogs, er, as humans.

"Crazy, I find that you have been getting more and more beaten recently."

The fat man rolled his eyes and continued to play games.

"Crazy, you're a little drifting." The fierce man patted Mu Feng's shoulder and said with a sigh.

Pushing his glasses with four eyes, he said solemnly: "Madman, based on my nine years of experience as a bookworm, there must be disasters for people who are crazy, and you will be right when you turn around."

"cut!"

Sitting in front of the desk, Mufeng started to be in a daze.Close it, but you are actually getting familiar with the god-level painting techniques taught by the system.

There are also painters in the real world.

Those well-known master painters can sell hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of paintings for a single painting.

God-level painting technology can not only make the painted works lifelike, exquisite and lifelike, but also bring people into a magical artistic conception.

However, Mufeng has not yet mastered the god-level painting techniques, and some special large-scale works cannot integrate the artistic conception well, but most of the works can perfectly present the desired artistic conception.

It can be used to make some money.

As for how to quickly use this god-level painting ability to make money, he needs to think again.

After all, the smell of wine is also afraid of deep alleys, no matter how good a work is, no one knows it, and it can't be sold.

"Why, I haven't seen you for more than ten minutes, and I'm starting to miss your school belle girlfriend?"

After the game character of the hunk was sacrificed, he was about to take a sip of water, when he saw Mufeng sitting there motionless like a fool, he couldn't help laughing, "Anyway, there is no ball game in our class today, so if you think about it, go find her, what are you talking about here?" stay."

"Makes sense."

Mu Feng's eyes lit up. The school girl's best friend Wang Ya has tens of thousands of fans on Douyin. Let's find her to cooperate and live-stream painting. Maybe someone will like his work and bid to buy it.

Even if no one buys it, with my painting skills, the number of people watching the live broadcast should increase a lot. Maybe some people will buy gifts, so I have to talk to her about how to divide it.

"I'm going out."

Mufeng got up and left.

"What is he doing?"

The fat man looked up and asked in surprise.

"Look for his school belle girlfriend, what else can I do, maybe I won't be back tonight."

The macho winked, and a smile that any man could understand appeared on his face.

"Oh……"

Fatty and Siyan showed an expression that I understand, and then continued to bury their heads in black.