Son of the Tower

Chapter 19 Nei Rasmus I

When someone pushed open the door of the hall, Mars was sitting in the hall resting - after finishing all the training subjects, Mars was forced to rest until the cultural class in the afternoon began, because the instructor said to combine work and rest, so Mars just Can sit in a daze.

Sometimes the students will bring all kinds of delicious food to Mars, including jam, dried fruit and pine nuts, especially pine nuts. Although this girl is not talented, her family is a dried fruit group, so there will be a weekly A large number of dried fruits usually enter the tower with half buy and half free. Whenever this happens, Mars will kuai the dried fruits with everyone.

But more often, Mars can only sit on the sofa and read the newspaper, but when the sun is strong enough, Mars also likes to go to the roof, lay a blanket there, and enjoy a short but warm moment in the afternoon sun. Take a break.

And today, Mars saw that Keoti again.

"I was careless when I lost to you last time! For my nose! This time, let's go to the arena and fight again!" The Keoti werewolf named Mitus Cairns pointed at Mars, as if Shouted like a challenge.

To be honest, Mars now understands that these second graders came with a mission, so Mars put down the newspaper and prepared to fight this guy again—since everyone is free, we must decide the winner .

Then the hall door was pushed open again.

Everyone felt a chill—winter came very early this year.

Mal saw one of his kind standing at the door, and she glanced at everyone in the hall: "This is the first-year dormitory, right?"

"Yes." Mars nodded, and at the same time wondered if this is the new classmate Senior Brother Colt was talking about, um... quite cute.

"New first grader! Wait! Wait until I knock down your stinky fellow! I'm going to beat you again! You Pansao stinky cats are really annoying!" Mites said, pointing at the little girl .

"Hey, you haven't defeated me yet, have you?" Mars stood up, ready to give this Keotti another big beating.

Then he saw the little girl raise her hand.

Mites floated into the air, and he grabbed his neck desperately, as if some invisible hand was pinching him.

The next second, the little girl pushed her hand, and Mitus flew backwards screaming, and just disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Before Mitters' followers could react, the little girl waved her hand, and Mars saw them fall to the ground inexplicably with bruises and swollen faces.

"This kind of rubbish dares to provoke me. The second grade here is really ridiculous. If he dares to come over next time, tell me, and I will tear his cock off his body and feed it to him!" After the girl finished speaking, she turned her head and looked towards the corridor.

Mars saw Senior Brother Colt walking out, he glanced behind, and then smiled awkwardly: "The one who flew over just now seems to be Mites from the Cairns family?"

"Yes, it's him." Song Guo stood up at this time, and Daimars replied, and then emphasized what this guy wanted to bring people over.

"I'm Nie Rasmus. My father asked me to come here to take classes. As soon as I came, that guy said he wanted to beat me. If that's the case, I'll do it first." Speaking of this, Miss Nie With a gesture of his little hand, Mars saw Mites coming over the barrier. His face was bruised and his tongue was tied up, and it seemed that his head had also been hit. He pointed at Mars for a while, and pointed at him for a while. With Nirvana, I couldn't even say a word.

You won't be fooled, will you?Mars was puzzled.

And Nie threw the unlucky bastard on the ground, stepped on the head of the wolf cub with her foot, and then looked at Colt: "They call you brother, you must be the brother Colt that the sage said Bar."

"Ah, it's indeed me." Senior Brother Colt nodded awkwardly.

"Brother, I'll forgive him this time, and next time he wants to come to the first grade again, I won't be polite." After finishing speaking, the girl snapped her fingers: "Which floor is my room on?"

"The top floor, Room 515 at the deepest part of the corridor." Brother Colt replied.

"Thank you." After the little girl finished speaking, she walked towards the stairs with her hands in her pockets.

Looking at the luggage lined up behind her, Zhao Guangcheng, a classmate, leaned on the back of the sofa behind Mars: "The new classmate is very strong."

Mars nodded when he heard this new friend's exclamation——in addition to training in the tower, Mars also learned a lot of knowledge. A little psychic power.

And it takes at least [-] points to make so many boxes move together, right?
This little girl seems to be a superpower in the psionic department.

Hmm... maybe learn a little about psionics from her?

After all, knowledge is power.

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The news that Mitus was beaten again spread among the tower apprentices without even having dinner, and this time it was not Mars who beat him last time, but a little girl from Panseo.

This made everyone in the third and fourth grades turn their attention to the team of the first grade during dinner, and saw that team as they wished.

Then there was no more. In Mars' eyes, the second graders who were clamoring to give the new first graders a little color just now were as cowardly as the quail bought and killed in the kitchen this morning.

Pine Cone, who was in charge of inquiring about the situation, went out for a while and brought back a new piece of news—Nie Rasmus is the only daughter of Mr. Ryan Rasmus, and Ryan Rasmus is a member of the Rasmus clan. The Patriarch, is a legend, a lord.

Don't underestimate this girl, but she is actually super capable of fighting. It is said that at the age of six, she was able to fight well with ordinary adult psykers.

Everyone in the second grade added together, probably not enough for this girl to kill with one hand.

Oh, that's it, Mars nodded, feeling that the werewolf might be shadowed for the rest of his life.

Then he glanced at the lady of the Rasmus family at the front of the line, who was chatting with the pinecone of the Squall tribe.

I have to say that Nie is really a surprisingly talkative girl.

Today's dinner is optional. Mars chose a plate of dried fish, a small bowl of freeze-dried fish, a quail soup and a braised Lala fat.

"What is this?" When Mars sat in the first-grade area, Nie, who had already been drinking soup, suddenly pointed to Mars' main meal.

"I don't know, it's very delicious anyway." After Mars finished speaking, he tore a piece and handed it to the girl. The latter was silent for a while, and finally shook his head: "Let's talk about it next time, thank you for your hospitality."

Since Nirvana didn't like it, Mars stuffed the delicious piece of meat into his mouth.

During meals, peers always like to chat, and Mars loves to listen to everyone chatting.

Today's chat is about the New Year - it is said that the New Year is one of the few festivals in this era that has been passed down from ancient times to the present. Every year on the Lunar New Year, the entire East will hold a grand carnival on the same day to celebrate.

When the time enters the modern age, in addition to a large number of delicacies, there will still be a variety of festival parades every New Year's Eve. The most important thing is that on New Year's Eve, there will be the most grand bonfire dance. If you can hug and dance in one night, you will be happy.

Mars listened to the excitement and wondered in what era, would anyone still believe such a lie? If happiness can be obtained by embracing and dancing, then how come there are so many guys in this world who are arguing for divorce.

Then he saw Pinecone looking at him.

"Mars, do you have a dance partner that day?" The eyes of the Squall squirrel girl who was chatting with Nie just now were shining, and at the dining table, many little girls turned their attention.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little dignified, and Mars frowned—how can I refuse Pine Cone so as not to hurt her and everyone else?

Mars was still thinking when he heard Nirvana's voice.

"He has me."

It was the girl with the big tail vibrating.

The girls at the dinner table talked about other things one after another.

(End of this chapter)