Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 292: Horror World? I Just Want to Fall in Love with Plants (7)

This small world looks a bit upside down. There are all kinds of monsters, ghosts, snakes, and half-humans and half-beasts. It is almost impossible to tell the normal people from the abnormal ones.

But everyone seems to have gotten used to it. As long as we learn to turn a blind eye, we can pretend that everything is normal.

After all, I don't see that these things have any more powerful abilities besides scaring and disgusting people.

Of course, some special abilities can be ignored in front of Xing Chen. Even if those people turn into the most ferocious beasts, Xing Chen can easily turn them into roasted beasts.

In just three days, Xing Chen had learned to play blind.

As long as you pretend not to see them, you will find that those things can't even scare you, so you won't bother changing them anymore.

So no matter whether it is normal or not, Xing Chen treats everyone equally. Anyone who dares to dance in front of him will be made to fly.

The school is still very lively in the early morning, without the eerie feeling at night. At first glance, it looks like a normal school.

As soon as Xing Chen entered the school gate, he saw Zong Zhen leaning against a roadside tree waiting for him.

Actually, this guy looks good, like a normal male athlete in a university, and he is full of hormones, but Xing Chen felt uncomfortable in his stomach when he saw him.

Zong Zhen's eyes lit up when he saw Xing Chen, and he ran over happily, "Xing Chen."

Xing Chen was not polite at all, "Fuck off, stay away from me!"

After arriving in this world, he not only became irritable, but also swore more often. He couldn't even tolerate it when his master was right next to him.

Curse these horny beasts to death.

Zong Zhen had never been turned away by anyone before, but now he bought breakfast early in the morning and waited here with a licked face, but he was scolded as soon as he came in, and his face immediately turned livid.

"Yi Xingchen, can you talk to me properly?"

Xing Chen looked at him with a fake smile, "Get lost, you, mother!"

Zong Zhen raised his hand and smashed the big bag of breakfast in his hand, then came up and grabbed Xingchen's clothes, "Yi Xingchen, I'm pursuing you well, don't refuse my toast and drink a forfeit."

Xing Chen was angry. Why do some men always fail to understand what others say?

He raised his hand and slapped him on the face, leaving five red palm prints. "Come on, drink some penalty wine first."

Zong Zhen was furious. He ignored the students passing by and grabbed Xing Chen by the collar, lowered his head and tried to kiss him forcefully. "Damn it, you like being aggressive, don't you? Then I won't pretend anymore. If I don't get you, I'm not called Zong!"

Xing Chen let out a "tsk". It was really refreshing to find that besides Xuan Luo, there was someone else in the world who dared to force him.

Although he was not as tall as Zong Zhen in this small world, it did not prevent him from grabbing Zong Zhen's hair, causing Zong Zhen to raise his head and scream in pain.

Zong Zhen threw a punch at Xing Chen, who caught his fist with one hand and pinched it lightly with his slender fingers, causing Zong Zhen's finger bones to make a precarious sound.

“Ahhh, it hurts, ahhhh!”

"Do you feel the pain? Do you have ears? Can you hear what I say? Stay away from me, or I'll break your neck next time."

After Xing Chen let go of him, he pushed him away, turned around and glared coldly at the students who were watching, resembling the aura of a campus bully.

A girl next to him was holding a wet tissue in her hand. Xing Chen went up and pulled out a piece of tissue. After wiping his hands, he threw the tissue at Zong Zhen, turned around and left without looking back.

There were gasps all around, and the girls whispered, "So handsome!"

After walking for a distance, Xing Chen put his backpack in front of him, unzipped it, and reached out to touch his lovely green plants.

"Yundui, is it terrible when I lose my temper? Don't blame me for swearing, I just can't stand it. I'm not the kind of person who likes to swear all the time, you are not allowed to dislike me because of this."

The tentacles of Yundui gently touched his fingertips, as if to comfort him.

A slightly cool and smooth touch came from his fingertips, and Xing Chen's irritability instantly disappeared.

After entering the classroom and walking to his seat, Xingchen was afraid that Yundui would feel bored, so he hung his backpack on the edge of the table and placed Yundui in the belly of the table.

He sat in his seat with a serious look on his face, but his hands were in the drawer playing with the clouds.

Yundui's body was covered with tentacles, which tightly wrapped around each of his fingers. The cool and slippery tentacles rubbed between his fingers, making Xingchen feel an itch in his heart.

After the class bell rang, the professor walked in from outside with a mechanical smile on his face. After calling the roll, he turned on the projector.

This lesson is called Business is like a battlefield.

Xingchen was sitting in the corner at the very end. He and Yundui were playing happily on the table and didn't listen to what was being said on the podium. When the noise in the front of the classroom caught his attention, Xingchen looked up and saw two figures fighting each other.

The professor stood nearby and gave instructions with a serious look on his face, "Hit him on the head."

"Poke his nose."

"Pick out his eyes."

"Kick the crotch with more force."

Xing Chen: “…”

The professor was still destroying people: "This is a battlefield. The battlefield is real combat. You must determine the winner."

Xing Chen calmly looked at the five big words "Business is like a battlefield" again and comforted himself that everything was normal.

It’s good enough that we don’t have to fight each other with two AKs.

In this class, Zong Zhen knocked over more than half of the people in the class by himself. He probably took out all the humiliation he experienced at the school gate in the morning on his classmates.

Anyway, after the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xing Chen looked up and saw that the classroom was full of students with bruised faces and noses.

The professor was satisfied. After praising Zong Zhen passionately, he packed up his lesson plans and left.

Zong Zhen was like an indestructible cockroach. He coldly forced the boy sitting in front of Xing Chen to switch seats with him, and he sat down in front of Xing Chen.

When he sat down, he accidentally bumped into Xingchen's desk, and Xingchen unceremoniously kicked his stool from under the desk.

Zong Zhen's stool creaked forward and he barely managed to avoid falling off the stool by holding onto the table.

The people around were silent, thinking that the hot-tempered Zong Zhen was definitely going to fight with Xing Chen, and Xing Chen's pretty face was going to be in trouble.

Unexpectedly, Zong Zhen lowered his head and moved his desk forward silently, then sat down again with a humiliated look on his face, his back straight, not daring to lean on Xing Chen's desk.

The sturdy boys who played with Zong Zhen had been eyeing Xing Chen covetously, but now after seeing Zong Zhen's submissive attitude in front of Xing Chen, none of them dared to act rashly.

He only dared to sit next to Zong Zhen and at the table in front of him, and did not dare to come to Xing Chen.

After the bell for the second class rang, no teacher came in for a long time.

The classroom was in chaos. The professor who had just taught the class came into the classroom again, followed by a tall classmate.

Xing Chen was lying on the table, his eyes fixed on the bottom of the table, concentrating on playing with Yun Dui. He didn't pay attention to what was happening on the podium, but he felt that the classroom suddenly became quiet.

Yundui's small tentacles suddenly became very excited. Not satisfied with just wrapping around Xingchen's fingertips, they began to wrap around Xingchen's arms as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Xing Chen whispered to the table to comfort them: "We are still in school, be good, and when we find a house and go home, you can do whatever you want to me."

He finished speaking softly, and suddenly heard a voice as clear and cold as the sound of an icy spring coming from the podium, with a lingering charm like the lingering sound of jade and stone colliding.

It fell on Xing Chen's heart and suddenly it was like the sound of a drum.

"I'm a new student, Yundui."