~： 282. Eat Ning Rongrong's tofu?

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Looking at Yang Ming's back and forth, Xue Qinghe's eyes were slightly lost.

Ning Fengzhi touched his smooth chin. It seemed that his disciple and the future Chenglong Kuaihu were happy to meet today, and they were very satisfied.

However, unlike what Ning Feng thought, Xue Qinghe was thinking about how to treat Yang Ming in the next step.

Draw? Assassination? Or is it another way?

Naturally, these things cannot be said to outsiders, and Xue Qinghe can only think about it alone.

When returning to Shrek College, the sky was completely dimmed, and Yang Ming and Ning Rongrong rushed to the college cafeteria.

Compared to the time in Soto, the canteen here is much brighter and brighter, and can accommodate up to 500 people to eat at the same time, perhaps because the time is a bit late, although there are still many people who can eat, but have seen No one waits in line to eat.

Yang Ming ordered a steamed fish, fried chicken with sauce, pan-fried steak, and walked with Ning Rongrong. The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. It looks a bit like a little couple. Along the way, it attracted many students to look back and attracted envious eyes.

In particular, Yang Ming was prestigious in the Advanced Soul Master Competition across the continent this morning. He was already a star student at Shrek Academy. When he saw Yang Ming, he seemed to have the other half. I don’t know how many girls were sad.

Looking at the passing girls, they showed an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred. Ning Rongrong was like a proud white swan with a long neck protruding from the collar and a slightly pointed chin that raised a delicate arc slightly. The beautiful eyes looked down at the girls who came and went with a trace of the winner.

The two found a seat and sat opposite each other.

Facing a pair of looking around, Ning Rongrong carefully picked up a piece of tofu that was tender enough to squeeze out the water, and placed it in front of Yang Ming's mouth. A cheek of red appeared properly on his cheeks, with a little daughter in Qingli 'S soft and charming voice:

"Yang Ming, come, open your mouth, Ah~~"

Eat you tofu?

Yang Ming's expression was a little subtle, but when he thought that Douluo Continent didn't seem to have such a connotation, he had to put down a little bit in his heart, and Ning Rongrong put the tofu into his mouth.

This mountain tofu is well done, the white, smooth and tender to the extreme, the entrance is melted, just like drinking water, it is also difficult for others Ning Rongrong, actually able to use chopsticks to pick it up, it is also a unique idea Craftsmanship.

Ning Rongrong leaned his elbow against the table and supported his cheek gang in his right hand. A pair of bright beautiful eyes glanced at the girls around her in an imperceptible way, seeing them with an expression that they wished to replace her and could not do. With a cold snort, a softer smile naturally appeared on his face, saying:

"Yang Ming, is this tofu delicious?"

"not bad."

"You can eat more if it's delicious."

Ning Rongrong's mouth filled with a cheerful smile, pretending to ask casually:

"Yang Ming, how are you feeling when you come to our house today?"

When it comes to this, Ning Rongrong is obviously not as easy as it seems on the surface, and his heart is like a tight bow string, not to mention how nervous.

Come to think, what Ning Rongrong wants to ask contains two layers of meanings, one layer is the surface meaning, the other layer, the person who understands understands naturally, otherwise how to say, what is the heart of a woman?

As a young man who has no possibility of salvation in the late stage of cancer, Yang Ming certainly did not understand some of the expectations contained in Ning Rongrong's words, but just said lightly:

"Okay."

"That's the only way?" Ning Rongrong flashed a bit of disappointment deep in his eyes and tried again: "Is there nothing else?"

Yang Ming is wondering why Ning Rongrong asked such a question. Is there any feeling for a house?

Hey, wait.

Yang Mingmu pondered, looking at how serious he was thinking, Ning Rongrong was overjoyed, and felt a play.

It is a pity that Ning Rongrong was disappointed as soon as Yang Ming spoke out.

"What you have to say is that your high-end atmosphere is high-end, and low-key luxury has meaning."

During the conversation, Yang Ming didn't have the time to eat, and he ate up his share of food after three, five, and two, and belched.

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was sulking, the chopsticks poked the tofu on the dinner plate for a while, poked the tofu into thousands of holes without saying anything, and poked it into a puddle of mud. Tofu felt distressed and said:

"Rong Rong, where did the tofu offend you? Do you want to treat tofu like this?"

Ning Rongrong gave Yang Ming an angry look and said:

"Not all because of you!"

After all, Ning Rongrong picked up the tableware and turned away.

Yang Ming: "???

It is said that the mood of the girl is like that the spring weather changes, and just now it is fine. Why did it change from cloudy to cloudy without saying a few words, and from cloudy to thunderstorm?

Yang Ming shook his head and sighed, feeling that God would give him another ten thousand years, he might not understand girls.

I'm so hard!

Of course, if other boys heard Yang Ming's heart, maybe they would apologize in awe, and raised a **** to him, and then yelled again, you are the one who is in the blessing.

After eating, Yang Ming and Ning Rongrong went to the wooden house in the woods behind the college, which has become their exclusive training place.

Except for the two of them, other people have been there for a long time. They are meditating and practicing, or practicing martial arts and soul skills, or practicing with weights. No one is chatting or lazy, even the four Tyrones are nothing. There are no exceptions for substitute members who have a sense of presence.

Excellent people will lead a group of people to be excellent together.

With leaders such as Yang Ming and Tang San who are not training at all, everyone also deeply appreciates the benefits of the 996 blessing. As long as the undead are cultivated, they will practice in the dead, and they will frantically explode until they are bald.

You see, even the assistant soulmaker like Oscar moved the hairline a few inches up is really gratifying, gratifying.

Seeing Yang Ming and Ning Rongrong return, the master beckoned to them and said:

"I'm going to train Rong Rong alone later, Yang Ming and you and Xiao San will also come over. The things I will talk about are also good for you. Training her also needs your cooperation."

With that said, the master led Yang Ming, Tang San and Ning Rongrong towards the depths of the woods.

Walking about hundreds of meters, the master stopped in a relatively empty place.

Ning Rongrong asked with some anxiety:

"Master, what special training will you give me?"

Want to come, the devil's special training of the previous master gave her a deep impression.

The master pondered for a moment, then said:

"Rong Rong, if I remember well, you Qibao Liuli Zong should have a skill called distraction control, how far do you practice now?"

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