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A dream solves a thousand sorrows.

When Yang Ming raised his eyelids, he only felt that after a good night's sleep, his whole body became clear, and the tiredness accumulated before was swept away.

Boss, are you awake?

Wang Sheng's voice came from the side, Yang Ming propped up his upper body on the bed, rubbed his sullen eyes, and saw Wang Sheng holding a pot of hot water, a flattering smile was forced out on his simple and honest face. road:

Boss, do you want to wash your face?

Wang Sheng put down the washbasin 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 a dog.

Yang Ming looked puzzled. He didn't understand why Wang Sheng had changed so much before and after. Where did his previous arrogance go?

Yang Ming didn't know that, while he was sleeping, Tang San danced and told him the battle between him and Cao Mengyun vividly and vividly.

Why did he ride alone for thousands of miles, go to the meeting with a single sword, and said, Yang Ming from the Holy Soul Village is here! Then, he fought with Cao Mengyun for 300 rounds. The trick, unfortunately, was defeated by Yang Ming, and he was defeated by the Spirit Hall.

Tang San made up a story, something that could be told in one sentence, but it was a complete mess. It took more than half an hour to tell the story, but the story was intriguing, and it kept this group of ignorant kids stunned for a while. All of them automatically became Yang Ming's little fanboys.

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

After washing his face, Yang Ming calmed down and saw that among the group of little kids, there was actually a little girl carved in pink and jade, just like a budding red rose growing out of a bunch of grass, making people feel kind A bright feeling.

The little girl is about six years old, and her height is the same as Yang Ming. She has a delicate face, rosy white and smooth skin. It looks like a round lychee, which makes people have the urge to take a bite.

She was wearing simple clothes, but she was clean and tidy. Her long black hair was tied in a scorpion braid at her back, and her big watery eyes seemed to be able to talk, staring straight at Yang Ming.

Hey, you are the hero of the lonely shadow of the Hanjiang River, who was angry with the crown, crossed the river in white clothes, and fought against the great soul master Cao Mengyun for 300 rounds of Yang Ming?

The girl's crisp voice sounded like the sound of an oriole chirping, which caught Yang Ming's attention.

only……

Listening to what she said, Yang Ming always felt that something was wrong.

What heroes?

What is the anger of the crown into a red face?

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

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

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

I can't change my name, I can't change my surname, it's Yang Ming.

My name is Xiao Wu, the dancing dance.

The little girl swayed her feet inward, and made a start-up gesture with her hands. She said with high fighting spirit:

I want to be the head of the seven houses. I have already defeated Tang San before, so you have not been defeated by me, come and fight with me!

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

Sorry, I'm not interested.

Looking up at Xiao Wu, who was eager to try, Yang Ming folded his arms on the back of his head, raised Erlang's legs, and said indifferently:

If you want to be the head of the seven houses, you can do it, and I have no objection.

From Yang Ming's point of view, a dormitory head is just a dormitory, and there is no point in arguing.

Might as well get some sleep...

However, Yang Ming obviously ignored Xiao Wu's stubbornness. She stomped her feet on the ground and said in a sullen voice:

No, if I don't fight you and defeat you, then what's the point of me being the head of the dormitory?

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

As the saying goes, when a good man doesn't fight with a woman, Yang Ming is too lazy to care about Xiao Wu.

Besides, what if Yang Ming wins Xiao Wu?

Having said that, Yang Ming ignored Xiao Wu's violent dance, and pulled out Tang San who was hiding deeply from the crowd.

Tang San also thought that Yang Ming had discovered that he made up the story, and felt quite uneasy.

On the other hand, Tang San thought it was wrong. Yang Ming didn't notice it at all. He hooked up with Tang San and said:

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

Wang Sheng's ears moved, and he trotted over excitedly, saying:

Boss, are you going to eat?

Yeah? What's wrong? Yang Ming wondered.

Wang Sheng patted his chest with a loud thud, and said enthusiastically:

Big brother, how can this make you spend money? Later, the younger brother will come to treat you!

That's fine.

Although he didn't understand what happened while he was asleep, Yang Ming saw that Wang Sheng didn't seem to be a wicked person, so he let him make arrangements.

The other children of Qishe were naturally happy to walk out of the dormitory with Yang Ming.

Seeing the back of Yang Ming leaving, Xiao Wu pouted, stomped her feet angrily, and said:

Stingy! Stingy! 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, she didn't want to specialize, and was isolated by everyone. After stomping her feet, she went out with everyone.

The cafeteria is in the teaching building, and it has to pass through the entire playground.

At this time, it was almost evening, and it was estimated that the get out of class was over. On the road, I could see many people, senior sisters in cool clothes, tall and straight seniors, and teachers of all shapes and sizes.

The cafeteria of Nuoding Elementary Spirit Master Academy is large enough to accommodate more than 300 people from six classes and teachers.

The canteen is divided into two floors. There are 300 seats in the lobby on the first floor. At this time, there are already many people queuing in front of the window to order meals.

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

Yo, isn't this Wang Sheng's gang of poor ghosts?

Yang Ming paused and looked in the direction of the voice, but saw a group of senior students standing on the stairs on the first and second floors, pointing here.

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

Hehe, a dumpling is a dumpling, so you can only go to the first floor to eat that kind of junk food, never think of eating on the second floor.

Wang Sheng has already recognized who the other party is, and he is very angry.

However, his family was poor, but he couldn't afford the cost of the second floor, so he could only press his lips tightly, his shoulders shaking with anger.

Just when Wang Sheng felt the darkness of life, a large and warm palm landed on his shoulders, Yang Ming's voice entered his heart like dawn breaking through the darkness:

Isn't it just to go 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 stand out for himself. He was so moved that he couldn't extricate himself, and choked out:

Boss...

The senior student who was walking towards the second floor paused in his footsteps. Huo Di looked at Yang Ming and sneered:

I don't know what to call a swollen face to make a fat man!