() "I'm hungry, let's go out to eat something. I'll treat you." Su Qingchen said with a smile.
After Wang Xing and the others got up from the ground, they patted the dirt on their bodies and looked at Su Qingchen with aggrieved expressions, as if Su Qingchen owed them millions of gold coins and had not paid them back.
"Boss, someone is inviting you to dinner today. Everyone is starving with you. Now that you're awake, let's hurry over there?" It was Fatty Liu Yun who spoke this time. It seemed that he was the only one who dared to speak after being beaten every time.
Su Qingchen looked at Liu Yun doubtfully, "Who's treating me? Everyone is waiting for me? Is Xiao Polong back?"
Liu Yun shook his head and said, "Brother Long didn't come back. It was teacher Bingyu who gave me a treat to celebrate the boss. This is the best result in the history of the civilian class."
"Yes, boss, congratulations on entering the semi-finals. The best record of the civilian class is the quarterfinals. You have given the civilian class credit." Wang Xing seized the opportunity and said with a flattering face, which made Liu on the side
Yun and Zhu Ming seemed to despise him.
When Su Qingchen heard that someone was treating a guest, he was very happy to go to the banquet. When he heard that it was ice rain, his heart dropped. Why was this little pepper treating the guests? Could it be the legendary Hongmen Banquet, where people never come back?
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Liu Yun took the lead, followed by Wang Xing. The three of them once again set up Su Qingchen and went straight to the classroom. After seeing that Su Qingchen was okay, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and all the teachers and students set off to the small restaurant outside the college.
Along the way, Su Qingchen looked up at Bingyu several times, always trying to find some conspiracy on that delicate little face. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything but a smile. He almost fell in love with it and bumped into the classmate in front of him several times.
, this made the surrounding students feel regretful. Could it be that Su Qingchen was not recovering from his injuries and was walking unsteadily? Some students almost wanted to step forward and help Su Qingchen.
When they arrived at the small hotel, Bingyu arranged for the students to sit down, then called Su Qingchen, Yin Ting, and Wang Xing to the second floor to eat together alone. When Su Qingchen wanted to sit next to Yin Ting, he saw Bingyu finishing his order.
He sat directly next to Yin Ting, took a few steps back in fear, and prepared to sit further away.
But I looked around and found that except for the empty seat to the left of Yin Ting, the other seats were already occupied, as if they had reserved them for themselves on purpose. I didn't know whether I should be grateful to them or thank them. Why do you understand my inner thoughts so well?
Could it be the roundworms in my belly?
Because the girl he admired was sitting next to him, Su Qingchen was obviously very hungry, but he was very polite when eating, like an obedient and sensible child. After a while, Su Qingchen thought of something, put down the chopsticks in his hands, and turned to look at Yin Ting.
When I see that tender little face, I can't wait to pinch it.
Su Qingchen showed a smile and asked slowly and in a low voice: "Everything is fine this morning. Are you injured? Do you want me to take a look?"
Su Qingchen's inquiry immediately made Yin Ting feel slightly embarrassed. Her face turned red and a little hot. She opened her mouth slightly and whispered: "Thank you for your concern, I'm fine." After saying that, she lowered her head and continued eating, and she couldn't help but scold Su Qingchen in her heart.
This little fool had an injury under his shoulder. How could he let the boy see it, but he still felt warm inside.
After seeing Yin Ting with her head lowered and blushing, Bingyu felt angry. This little wolf wanted to attack Yin Ting again. She must not let him succeed. He gritted his teeth and said, "Su Qingchen, even though you entered the semi-finals,
But in the afternoon match, your opponent is Guo Xiang, who has entered the spirit realm. Yin Ting was defeated by him, so your chance of entering the finals is zero. I just hope that you can compete, learn some combat experience, and not be injured.
Fight for third place tomorrow morning.”
After Su Qingchen heard Bingyu's words, he frowned slightly and felt extremely unhappy. Why did he mean that he had no chance of entering the finals? Wasn't he just a spirit? He was beaten to the ground like a brother.
With a sneer, Su Qingchen lowered his head and whispered in Yin Ting's ear: "Watch this afternoon and see how I clean up that bastard Guo Xiang for you and avenge you. I will win the championship and give it to you tomorrow."
A simple sentence is like a warm current, warming Yin Ting's injured heart. Thirteen-year-old Yin Ting does not have a good family background. In order for her parents to live a noble life, she has followed a soul master in the village since she was a child to cultivate her soul.
Jue is a thirteen-year-old ninth-level spiritual person. The master said that he is a genius among geniuses and has the ability to leave the mountain village and explore the outside world. It is also the master's instruction to register in Stan.
The freshman competition is the best opportunity for you to improve your cultivation. The top three will not only be rewarded with purple gold coins, but also soul skills. I thought I could enter the top three in the freshman competition, get rewards, and improve my cultivation. Who knows?
Qiang Sai unexpectedly encountered Guo Xiang, who was a spiritual person. If he were an ordinary spiritual person, he would still be able to fight, but it was a shame that Guo Xiang's last blow was so weird.
That attack is at least a mid-level Qinghuan Soul Skill. For a commoner like me, how many years would it take to earn that price for such a high-level soul skill? The village soul master teacher said that a low-level Qinghuan Soul Skill would cost
Hundreds of purple gold coins, that is, tens of thousands of gold coins. Without the cultivation of a great spiritual master, you can't afford this kind of soul skill, let alone an intermediate or even high-priced one.
I have always wanted to be strong since I was a child, but I lost for the first time, but my inner unwillingness could not change the reality. I could only accept the result of being eliminated in a low mood. No matter how strong a person is, there will be a fragile side, not to mention that Yin Ting is still a girl.
A thirteen-year-old girl. Not only was she envious and jealous of Su Qingchen, she also admired him. That punch in the first battle left a deep impression on her heart.
When he was at his lowest, he actually chose to believe his arrogant words just now, and his mood was no longer so sad. Can the young man in front of him really defeat Guo Xiang on his behalf? Guo Zixiang, this guy can really get a nickname,
quite funny.
"There are rewards for the top three in the freshmen competition. The third place will receive fifty purple gold coins and a low-level blue fantasy soul skill. I hope you can strive to win the top three, win rewards for yourself and bring glory to the class.
, don't try to get hurt at the critical moment, this is not what I want to see." Bingyu's deep voice woke up Yin Ting who was deep in thought.
After Bingyu finished speaking, the wine table started to become noisy. Fifty purple gold coins may not be a big deal to nobles, but to commoners, it is an astronomical number. One purple gold coin is equal to one hundred gold coins, which is equal to ten thousand silver coins, which is equal to one million.
In terms of copper coins, an ordinary family's annual income is only a few gold coins. To earn one purple gold coin a year, at least one must be a spiritual master.
The most exciting thing is the low-level Qinghuan Soul Skill. The auction house in the town often has such soul skill auctions. Each time, it costs hundreds of purple gold coins. Without the support of the family, ordinary people cannot afford it. It is a pity that before entering