"Xiaohui, are you up? Breakfast. Knocking on Wen Hui's door, Zhuang Xiaoyuan shouted inside.

"Oh, here we are." A sleepy voice came from inside the door, and with the sound of the tables and chairs moving inside, Wen Hui's door was opened, revealing Wen Hui's face full of sleepiness and exhaustion. However, although there was a deep tiredness on his face, his eyes were full of spiritual light.

"You're reading all night again. Is that dense text so beautiful? Seeing Wen Hui's state at this time, Zhuang Xiaoyuan knew that she had read books all night again, this was not once or twice, since she moved back so many books, Wen Hui often read all night, if it weren't for Zhuang Xiaoyuan to come and ask her to eat, I'm afraid she would have forgotten that there was such a thing as eating.

"Hehe, it's very interesting, let me tell you, it turns out that many things we usually see can be used as medicinal materials, and even the food we eat has a lot of medicinal value. Actually, we've been taking medicine since we were born. Even breast milk is a natural nourishment. Even the peels of some fruits have good medicinal properties. Referring to the book Wen Hui was reading now, she began to say with bright eyes again, this has been a common situation in the past few days, and it seems that Wen Hui has inexplicably begun to like the pharmacist industry.

Sometimes people are like this, they don't know what their interests are, and they usually live in a mess, but when they are lucky enough to come into contact with something, or a certain industry, they will suddenly burst out with strange interests, which will make people involuntarily immersed in it, and eventually go further and further in this industry. Wen Hui is in this state at this time.

"Alright, let's have breakfast first. Let's talk about it after eating. Pressing Wen Hui in his position, Zhuang Xiaoyuan sat back in his place and began to enjoy breakfast, today's breakfast was xiaolongbao and omelets, as well as self-ground soy milk. A combination of Chinese and Western breakfast.

"Well, after eating Madoka's craftsmanship, the whole person is in good spirits." I put a xiaolongbao in my mouth, and as the dough was bitten, the rich flavor burst out in my mouth, conquering Wen Hui's tongue at once. It's like taking a sauna in a sauna, and the whole person feels a sense of comfort from the inside out.

"Xiaohui eat slowly, eat well and sleep well, don't stay up and read anymore, it's not good for your health." I'm going to class. After eating a few xiaolongbao and omelets, Zhuang Xiaoyuan simply cleaned up and planned to go to class.

"Hey, what kind of class is today, you don't call me anymore." Taking a bite of the xiaolongbao on the chopsticks, Wen Hui asked suspiciously.

"Today is not an element class that interests you, nor is it a marksmanship class. In the morning, Mr. Luo's boxing class was held, and in the afternoon, it was the theory of survival in the wild. In the evening is a night sniper class. Would you like to come along? "Put the used utensils in the sink, soak them in some water, and wash them when you come back from class. Zhuang Xiaoyuan wiped his hands and was about to go out.

"By the way, Facial Paralysis, where did she go?" Wen Hui, who was sleepy and dizzy, noticed at this time that her good partner who had been pinching her with the bar did not eat together in the kitchen, and Chu Miaomiao was the most active one when she usually ate.

"Xiao Meow has a weapon performance test project of the Scientific Research Institute today. According to her, there probably won't be any new equipment, but she still has to go and collect information, so it's early to go. Xiaohui obediently went to sleep after eating, and I left first. Waving his hand to Wen Hui, who was still nibbling on xiaolongbao, Zhuang Xiaoyuan put on his shoes and went out. I believe that Wen Hui, who is obviously unable to open her eyes, will not continue to read in the future.

Thinking so, Zhuang Xiaoyuan walked towards the classroom where today's class was held. I don't know how many people will go to class today. It has been three days since the day of visiting the scientific research group, and the day of the qualifying competition is getting closer and closer, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan has been honestly taking classes for three days.

The three-day course was really all-encompassing and there was no repetition at all. Battlefield First Aid, Sniper Beginner to Mastery, Demon God Weakness Analysis, Easy Mapping, Music Appreciation, Stick Figures, Elemental Manipulation and Resistance, Race God and Species Differences, Rules, Strange Rules of God, and more.

Some of the courses are very interesting, some of the courses are of great help to Zhuang Xiaoyuan, and of course some of the courses are laughable. For example, the strange rules of the rule god, originally Zhuang Xiaoyuan thought that it would be a course to improve the ability of the rule god or master their own unique rules. But I never expected that in the end, it would make people complain about the possibility of various rules in reality becoming a guardian saint.

For example, it is forbidden to throw garbage anywhere, although this is not an explicit law, but it is also a kind of moral rule, so some people speculate that this kind of rule will make it impossible for people nearby to litter, and by extension, it can even prohibit others from throwing skills, such as a fireball technique, you have such a rule past, the fireball technique will not be thrown, how powerful, it is equivalent to the effect of banning demons. If so, maybe they can actually ban the battery-level demon's laser cannons.

In addition, there is a rule prohibiting left turns, which is a kind of traffic law, which seems to be very useless, but if there is such a rule, as long as you keep hiding on the opponent's left side, does it mean that you will never be hit, after all, he can't turn left. With all sorts of nonsense and speculation, the class was just like a joke chat.

Thinking of that ridiculous and outlandish lesson, Zhuang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but laugh again. However, except for this class full of jokes, there were more people, and there were very few people in other classes, and among all the classes in the past three days, the largest number of people in the class was only twenty or thirty, and the lowest was even only two or three people. You must know that there are thousands of students in the Costume Academy, and I don't know what these people are doing. Are they all in retreat in the dormitory?

I don't know how many people will participate in this morning's boxing class, and according to Zhuang Xiaoyuan's guess, there will probably not be too many people. After all, boxing is relatively unpopular, and the most used should be the martial arts god and the race god, but the martial arts god will obtain powerful boxing skills by himself, while the race god uses his own racial talent more, and many are better at claw skills or kicking skills.

With all kinds of speculations in his mind, Zhuang Xiaoyuan walked into the classroom of today's boxing class. As soon as you step into the classroom, the first feeling is empty, and the second feeling is a strong momentum.

Who is this person? The moment he swept through the empty classroom, Zhuang Xiaoyuan's eyes were firmly attracted, not because this person was beautiful or strange, but because this person exuded a strong sense of threat. This feeling is not the kind of physical warning of encountering danger, but the sense of vigilance that comes from the instinct of the body as if encountering the existence at the top of the biological chain. (To be continued.) Fupin Chinese