The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"It's good to enter the mountain!"

The student in charge of the barbecue was so excited that he almost lifted the grill. He waved an iron sign with river shrimp. His voice directly overshadowed Guli and asked, "Dean, which mountain are you going to enter this time? Which class are you going to take?"

"Dean, you can't favor one over the other. Every good thing has a math class. Our high-level Sinology can also give you a hand. Can't you run errands?"

"Yes, you don't know. Those shriveled calves in advanced mathematics are shameless. They preach their importance every time. We are inferior together? No, you have to take care of it!"

"It is said that the students in the Shihui hall also have to be divided into 369 grades. The first-class arithmetic, the second-class painting and the third-class acrobatics are excellent. Only our Chinese studies class has to recite the most to write. They often can't get out!"

Surrounded by angry students, count William sat shivering on the grass Pier - the students spoke too fast and mixed with various dialects. They couldn't understand, but looking at the way they spoke, they felt no worse than the serfs who were going to revolt.

"Dear Jiang, these students are..."

He patted count William on the shoulder, indicating that he was not impatient, Jiang qianxia slowly stood up, picked up the tongs inserted in the charcoal basin, swung his arm round and drew a circle in place.

The students screamed and scolded their mother, quickly moved away from an empty circle, not to mention the injured, and didn't even touch the smoke and anger.

"Why, you've drunk too much rice wine, don't you dare dance with me? Come on, who has any opinions? Come out and let's talk?"

The students looked at the smoking tongs and kept a distance with special knowledge of current affairs. Then, under the cover of the crowd, they pretended that nothing had happened just now and asked Jiang qianxia where he was going, whether he could take people and who he was going to take.

Jiang qianxia is going to the arsenal. Where can he take people like an outing? If your majesty knows, he will be angry every minute.

If no one brought it, Jiang qianxia hesitated and swallowed it back.

"... since you are so positive, I'll take some people with me."

Ignoring the students shouting that the math class must give up its position, Jiang qianxia took out his ears and said lazily, "the place to go this time is very mysterious, so the conditions are very harsh!"

"You have also studied for almost half a year. Students with both level 4 or above in mathematics and level 3 or above in weapon design will wait for me at the school gate tomorrow morning. Don't join the fun."

The grade division of disciplines in Shihui hall is from the third level to the fourth level, which is a barrier, not the difference from junior high school to senior high school, but the difference from junior high school to university.

In a short period of half a year, if you want to be "proficient" in mathematics, you have to learn third-order weapon design. If you agree with such conditions, you still don't know.

"Hehe, don't you always boast that you have just reached the fourth level of mathematics? Why, you're not qualified to follow the dean to learn more?"

"You can pull it down. None of the students in the weapon design class knows. I heard that they still carry live experiments in class. They greet the prisoners with real knives and guns. In order to keep secrets, they have to wear masks in class. I'm timid. I'm afraid I can't sleep in that class."

"Isn't it? Where did you hear that? Although the students of the weapon design class have to wear masks in class, they all live in the dormitory with us. If they can really stab people, we can't find it strange?"

Listening to the students' discussion, Jiang qianxia scratched his head and whispered, "don't mention that I set the things to be practiced in the weapon design class, but only those above level 4 are allowed to practice with some specific convicted death penalty prisoners. They usually use live pigs. Don't talk nonsense if they don't take anyone."

The "College strange talk" that has always been talked about by everyone has suddenly been proved to be true. What kind of sleeping groove is this

Not to mention the student and count William, even gulee couldn't help looking at her with his fingered eyes.

When I think that there are people in the college who have conducted living experiments, maybe they still sleep in the same room with themselves, and then think about the meatballs they usually eat, they may be given by these creepy guys with various weapons The students felt their throats dry and their stomachs filled with stones. They had no appetite.

The people in a trance stopped making noise and went back to their small table like walking corpses, like chewing wax and stuffing the remaining kebabs in their mouth - the college has a rule that those who waste food have to be hungry for two days.

The small square was ghostly illuminated by clusters of flames. The students who ate the kebabs silently had dull eyes - if they came out of sleep and saw it, they had to be scared to death.

But that's good. At least these little rabbits don't worry about who they take or who they don't take.

After eating and drinking happily and arranging for count William to stay, Jiang qianxia safely shrank in Guli's arms and felt the dawn.

The next day, the couple went out at the same time. They left the babbling Gu LAN to ghost one ghost two and Angelica perilla. They only took boundless and went to pick up count William. The carriage was stopped as soon as it came out of the gate of the wisdom hall in the morning mist.

Lifting the curtain of the car, Jiang qianxia looked at a student who trotted over inexplicably - some weak figure, a shy smile milder and closer than Yuwen Tingtao, and some rough but clean fingers.

This is a good man and good student who is absolutely insignificant in the college, and is easy to be close to and suffer losses.

"You didn't go to self-study this morning. You came to me for something?"

The student was stunned for a moment and scratched his head with embarrassment. "Dean, didn't you say last night that those with level 4 mathematics and level 3 weapon design came to the door to wait for you in the morning. I'm afraid you left early. I've been waiting here for more than an hour. I almost thought you left first."

"Oh, yes, Dean, although my arithmetic has just reached level 4, my weapon design has been level 4 for a long time. As long as I design a representative work, I can rise to level 5!"

Jiang qianxia felt a little dizzy and leaned softly on Guli's shoulder. "Husband, I remember, the SIR of weapon design seems to have borrowed it from Si Chen's master in the dark?"

"Well, the crafty Rangers in the Jianghu also come to take a few classes occasionally." Guliwen answered, but a pair of star eyes fell on the students impartially.

Even he is out of sight. This child is not simple

It's about to rise to the fifth level, which means that he must have killed people with his own weapons at the fourth level. Although he killed people accused of raping and killing children, collaborating with the enemy and treason, and abusing the village, he can't even have a trace of blood on his body, which is incredible

Guli thought of it, and Jiang qianxia certainly thought of it. She was shocked, but she was just in a trance. There was no response. After all, she killed a lot of people herself, didn't she?

"You are a wonderful flower if you can meet such harsh conditions. What's your name?"

"Ha ha, the Dean praised me falsely. The student Mo Yu said that his mother named him because he was too noisy when he was young."

Saying the origin of the name, Mo Yu blushed and lowered his head, especially embarrassed.

Jiang qianxia and Guli looked at each other and smoked at the corners of their mouths. Count William, sitting aside, didn't hold back and told a big truth.

"Mo language Mo language, people are dead, of course, can't speak..."