Zheng Xuerou, who was beside her, blinked her big eyes and looked at the two people talking to each other. No matter how she heard it, she felt that the conversation between these two people was like a lingo between bandits. The two people were full of habits in their words. She was a girl, and for a while, she couldn't understand what her father and Xue Feng were talking about.

Zheng Xiaodong talked to Xue Feng in the office for twenty minutes. From Xue Feng's father's childhood, from Xue Feng's father's death in line to Zheng Xuerou's violin recital that day, Xue Feng felt that if he was not indeed a junior, Zheng Xiaodong would probably have to drink and chat with him, hold his arms around and call him brothers.

"You and Xue Rou go to class first. I still have some things to deal with, so I won't send them to you." After more than twenty minutes of speaking, Zheng Xiaodong looked at the time and finally had the intention to leave.

"Okay." Xue Feng agreed, walked out of the dormitory building with Zheng Xiaodong, and said goodbye to Zheng Xiaodong at a fork in the road.

Xue Feng now has a very profound understanding of the eight words "The world is cold and the heart is cold and warm." He stood there and looked at Zheng Xiaodong's burly back and took a deep breath - the ten-year experience has fully tempered his mind and made him much better than his peers in terms of mentality. He naturally knows why some things happen. He does not want to be a blind tolerant person, nor does he want to be a thug who only knows how to kill and kill. What he wants to do is the flesh and blood, not indifferent, not overly arrogant or humble self.

Not long after Zheng Xiaodong walked out, he suddenly turned around and looked at Xue Feng, saying meaningfully: "Xiao Feng, you will come to this day after tomorrow's concert. My Xue Rou praised you in front of me for your performance that day..."

Zheng Xuerou, who was standing behind Xue Feng, buried her head when she heard that her father had mentioned this matter specifically in front of Xue Feng, a hint of redness appeared on her face...

When Xue Feng heard this, he immediately understood what Zheng Xiaodong meant. However, there were some things and some people who could help, but he would never accommodate them for some reason.

"Uncle Zheng, I'm not easy to say this. I'm afraid I'm going to go out for a long trip on Sunday." Xue Feng refused directly and said.

When Zheng Xuerou heard Xue Feng say this, her eyes, which were originally full of expectations, dimmed in an instant. As a lady from a family, she has been held in the palm of her elders since she was a child, like a delicate pearl, and she would spoil her almost anything. She once thought that Xue Feng would definitely come after receiving the ticket, but the facts told her that she was too low on the bottom line principles of the boy in front of her. She wanted to let her be angry, but she couldn't get angry at all. She regretted it now. If time could go back, she really didn't want things to develop like this.

But what is time? It is like a slap on the face. You hurt. No matter whether you slap back or not, the slap on your face is a slap.

Zheng Xiaodong was an old fox, so he naturally heard what Xue Feng meant. He looked at Xue Feng deeply. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he was more of a further appreciation for Xue Feng.

"Young man, you are so angry with a husband." After Zheng Xiaodong said that, he looked at Xue Feng again deeply. His eyes were as deep as a pool of water. Finally, he smiled at Zheng Xuerou and left without looking back.

"Sister Xue Rou, let's go, class is coming." Xue Feng whispered, and walked forward alone regardless of whether Zheng Xuerou followed or not. After Xue Feng walked more than ten meters away, Zheng Xuerou came back from her stunned moment, quickly followed, and looked at her black round-headed leather shoes.

On the way to this teaching building, Xue Feng saw a lot of flying knives, baseball sticks and other things that had not had time to clean up, and some of them were even inserted directly into the concrete floor for more than two or three inches... In the middle of these things, there were dog hairs mixed with. Just looking at this sign, Xue Feng knew how fierce the battle to chase the dog was... No, tragic.

Along the way, Xue Feng received many envious and jealous eyes without surprise. Xue Feng naturally knew the reason, of course, because Zheng Xuerou behind him, Xue Feng did not know the psychology of girls, so he didn't understand what Zheng Xuerou wanted to do...

After arriving at the classroom, more than half of the students in the class came. When everyone saw Xue Feng and Zheng Xuerou walking into the classroom together, they were stunned. They turned their heads to look at Ge Changgong in the corner of the classroom. They saw Ge Changgong smiling and his silver-white hair dyed golden by the sunlight.

What surprised Xue Feng was that the moment before the bell was about to ring, Nangong Tian actually appeared at the door of the classroom. His face was covered with white gauze, his hands were wrapped in bandages, and the corners of his mouth and eyes were covered with dark black and looked like burns. Everyone knows the incident of the Nangong family fire last night. It was beyond everyone's expectations that Nangong Tian came to school in this outfit.

I have seen someone who loves to study, but I have never seen someone who loves to study so much...

However, what surprised all the students even more was that such a big thing happened to the Nangong family last night. The fire almost burned half of the manor. Today, Nangong Tian did not look sad, but was proud. It seemed that the fire had lit up in his heart, and even his smile seemed to have eaten candy.

Nangong Tian did not care about the eyes of the people around him. He sat in his position and summoned his soul fire to stare quietly. Xue Feng could tell from this color that this was a sign of condensed third soul fire.

It seems that he did a great thing yesterday...

As Xue Feng thought about this, he felt more and more great. If he hadn't helped Nangong Tian build confidence, how could Nangong Tian have the third soul fire today?

Well! That must be true! It seems that I will help Nangong Tian more in the future. The ancients said that if there is no pressure, there is no motivation!

The first lesson is "Basics of Soul Martial Practice". This lesson is very boring for Xue Feng. After all, he had read this book many times before the start of school, especially with the condensation of his first melting fire, it is not an exaggeration to read the book. Although the knowledge points above are not memorized by the flow, they can be considered to be familiar with it.

Now Xue Feng also knows why this Soul Martial Arts Middle School doesn’t care about cultural scores. As a Soul Martial Arts Master, his learning ability is indeed too strong. It’s no big deal if he’s good at taking the cultural exams. When he’s in high school, the cultural exams are usually ranked high in the top, and those with poor at the bottom of the cultivation talent. Therefore, instead of taking the cultural exams, it’s better to conduct the Soul Martial Arts test directly.
Chapter completed!