Waste only needs a system, I am strong only by myself

Zhang Hao walked over and stroked the hairy hair on Senior Brother Dai Mao's head.

He felt that this stupid hair was a bit of an eyesore.

There is always a feeling of wanting to pull it out.

Brother Dumao was stunned.

"Math class representative?"

It sounds awesome!

This must be a very important position in the teacher's development plan for the school of nine-year compulsory education.

"Teacher touches my head, and Dumbao grants supernatural powers!"

The teacher trusted me so much and entrusted me with a heavy responsibility.

"I will live up to the teacher's entrustment!"

Brother Dumao immediately began to read the mathematics manual, frowning and began to comprehend.

"Arabic numerals... This way of writing numbers is really concise and convenient."

"Multiplication table, one one gets one, one two gets two..."

Brother Dumao quickly fell into deep thought and epiphany.

Zhang Hao watched quietly.

I am very satisfied with the studious attitude of this new math class representative.

The young girl Bai Wei saw everything in her eyes.

Although she doesn't know much about Zhang Hao, she only knows that this handsome Daozi who is so handsome is very awesome.

But she knew Brother Du Mao very well.

The two belong to the main peak of the same inheritance, and they usually look down and see each other when they look up.

In the past, Brother Dumao was just an ordinary bald man with fairly good comprehension, and nothing else stood out.

But now, after he joined the school of nine-year compulsory education, his whole person has changed completely.

confidence!

grace!

Significant strength improvement!

Bai Wei saw all this.

In yesterday's game, she awakened the auxiliary soul.

I am not satisfied with the life like a salted fish before.

She felt the need to make a change.

She stood up and walked in front of Zhang Hao.

His cheeks were bulging, and he was biting his fingers, a little nervous.

She wants to change herself by joining the school of nine-year compulsory education.

Looking at the nervous girl.

Zhang Hao said, "Junior Sister Bai, is there something wrong?"

Bai Wei took a deep breath and mustered up her courage.

"I... I want to be like Senior Brother Xiao, study with you and join the school of nine-year compulsory education."

"I'm a bit stupid, and my strength is still weak. I only know a little auxiliary spells, but I will study hard."

"Excuse me... can I?"

Zhang Hao looked up at the girl carefully, "Why did you join the school of nine-year compulsory education?"

Bai Wei was even more nervous, she told the truth.

"I don't want to live an unexamined life, I want to become better."

Zhang Hao stretched out his hand.

"Congratulations on becoming the second student of the nine-year compulsory education."

Bai Wei was overjoyed.

"Can someone like me really join?"

Zhang Hao nodded.

"Nine-year compulsory education, there is no distinction between teaching and learning."

"Junior Sister Bai, don't underestimate yourself."

"Everyone has their own shining point."

At this time.

Brother Dumao came up.

He seemed even more excited about the addition of newcomers.

"It was a wise choice. From today onwards, we are family."

"Joining our nine-year compulsory education school and reaching the pinnacle of life is definitely not a dream."

"No matter what your talent is, what kind of mystical powers you have practiced before."

"In our school of nine-year compulsory education, you will find your own path."

"You see, I used to be just an ordinary defeated man. Ever since I studied with my teacher, I have been reborn. I am not inferior to the genius of the number one sword cultivator in the mainland."

"Family, please speak out loudly about your dreams and strengths, and let the teacher create tailor-made supernatural powers for you."

Brother Dumao's words were very contagious.

And Zhang Hao frowned.

I find this phrasing awkward.

Especially the word family.

It reminded him of the MLM picture.

Isn't it a little bit inferior to only let him be the representative of the mathematics class?
Why don't you give him the title of propaganda committee member?

Bai Wei's blood boiled with excitement at these words.

"My dream... is to be the best support in the world!"

Brother Dumbao applauded.

"Great dream!"

"Go on, what are you good at?"

Bai Wei let go completely, she shouted loudly.

"I'm good at eating, sleeping, and being cute!"

Brother Dumao froze and turned into a goose.

Well... what a simple specialty.

For a while, he couldn't pick up the words.

"Anything else?"

Bai Wei bit her finger.

"No la!"

"I can't do anything else!"

Brother Dumbao was speechless.

He had never seen such a righteous and confident person.

Seeing the surprised expression of Senior Brother Dumao.

Bai Wei's face turned slightly red.

"Actually... I don't know anything."

"I have a unique skill that can make people feel happy physically and mentally, and feel comfortable all over."

Zhang Hao was slightly moved.

Sounds like a great specialty.

Bai Wei lowered her head shyly, "I'm really good at blowing flute."

"And I have a really nice singing voice."

Brother Dumao turned pale with shock.

what!
Xiao?
Are you serious, Xiao Xiao?

That kind of voice can still be sung?

It's amazing!

I didn't expect Junior Sister Bai Wei to be so versatile.

Zhang Hao pondered.

"It turns out that you are good at music and instruments."

"It's easy to do!"

"Music disciplines in nine-year compulsory education, including folk, classical, pop, rock, hip-hop, etc."

"The musical instruments are even more varied."

"Very suitable for your future development."

"In the next final, I will demonstrate the profound meaning of the way of music to you."

"Look carefully and study hard."

Brother Dumao showed admiration.

"It's amazing!"

"Not to mention both civil and military skills, he can even play music and musical instruments!"

Zhang Hao waved his hand.

"I only know a little bit about singing and dancing rap."

at this time.

The game on stage is over.

I can take care of the hot pot eating team of Lingjianmen, crush the opponent with absolutely overwhelming strength, and join forces with Qingshan Jianzong in the final.

before the game starts.

Absolutely no one would have thought that those top sword cultivators would be eliminated.

Take a break for a little adjustment.

The finals of this year's Sword Discussion Conference have officially begun.

"Two teams please come on stage!"

The commentator frowned and kept rubbing his head.

He felt a headache.

The final of these two sects...

A majestic and reclusive sect of swordsmen, they never use swords in fights, and rely entirely on their mouths to output, and even take out some weird things from time to time.

A team that never played, Feijian entrusted them to eat hot pot in the audience, their quality was extremely low, and they killed people.

Facing this circumstances.

Even if he has a peerless eloquence, it is difficult to use it.

On the stage.

The two sides stand opposite each other.

There is a strong smell of gunpowder between each other.

Before the five members of the Spirit Sword Sect took the stage, they received orders from the Crooked Mouth Spirit King.

In this game, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose.

The important thing is that Zhang Hao must not stay.

The crooked mouth spirit king issued a kill order.

In any case, Zhang Haoxiang's head must be taken.

The game officially begins.

This time.

All five members of the trusteeship team stood on the ring.

The referee hesitated.

Go up to the stage and ask.

"Why did you come up...don't you eat hot pot off stage?"

Someone frowned.

"how?"

"We can't come up?"

"Can't I go on stage and exercise when I'm full?"