SEC Chapter 345 Fatty wants to write a book (page 12)
Chapter 345 Fatty wants to write a book (page 12)
The next day, the sun shone on the gleaming plaque of the Nine Treasure Glazed Sect, and the disciples' voices gradually began to ring out from everywhere in the sect, and Tang San slowly opened his eyes.
He tilted his head slightly, his chin resting on the forehead of the person in his arms.
Tang San gathered the clothes on Xiao Wu's shoulders and looked over the eaves to the garden.
I don’t know what cultivation method was used, but the flowers that should only bloom in spring are particularly brilliant in late winter. The petals still have water drops that have accumulated overnight, which gradually gather and eventually fall off.
"Mistress, did you sleep on the roof last night?"
Tang San moved his body forward cautiously without disturbing Xiao Wu, and could only barely see a corner of his clothes.
They were all acquaintances, so Tang San naturally didn't need to use his spiritual sense just to say a word.
What's more, with their relationship, they would definitely react first without Tang San making any move.
When he saw Dai Mubai appearing in a brown-gold robe, Tang San raised his eyebrows.
Not to mention that he was rarely wearing black and white, just getting up so early was enough to shock Tang San.
"Mubai?"
"Xiaosan, don't you recognize me? Why do you react like this?"
Tang San's eyes glanced to both sides, but he didn't see Zhu Zhuqing's figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
"Mubai, why did you get up so early? I thought..."
"Think? What do you think?"
Dai Mubai seemed to have remembered what happened last night, with a bit of a smile in his eyes.
"Boss Dai, what kind of habit do you have, do you have to let us tell you?"
"Xiao Wu, you're awake."
Tang San looked at Xiao Wu and tucked her loose hair behind her ears, "Your braid is loose, let me help you comb it again."
"Okay, brother." Xiao Wu smiled sweetly at Tang San, and the rosewood comb appeared in her palm. She handed it to Tang San and then turned away consciously.
"Hey, hey! Aren't you going to ask me a question...?"
Dai Mubai shouted, and found that Tang San and Xiao Wu had no intention of paying attention to him, so he took the first step very considerately.
After all, he got up early just to get breakfast for Zhu Zhuqing.
Walking all the way to the kitchen, it turned out that just like what he had done last night, the disciples of the sect had consciously avoided their residence.
One is for respect, and the other is that with their strength there is no need to patrol.
"Uncle Ning, Xiaobao, you are so early too."
"Mubai." "Master uncle!"
"Ahem, cough, huh?"
Hao Xiaobao's words about uncle made Dai Mubai confused. In fact, they didn't fully understand the confused dinner yesterday. Now when they heard Hao Xiaobao call him that, Dai Mubai realized it.
Co-author, what the master, uncle and grandpa said yesterday actually meant this.
"Uncle, please speak slowly. My mother said, if you speak too fast, you will easily choke."
Dai Mubai smiled coquettishly, "Xiaobao is right."
He glanced at Ning Fengzhi and saw that the other party was also holding his forehead helplessly, and he understood that Hao Xiaobao's shout of "Master" must have come back again.
"Brother Dai, you are really early. Hello Uncle Ning, and good morning Xiaobao."
"Xiangxiang, you're quite early too. Where's Fatty? You're not still sleeping in, are you?"
Bai Chenxiang smiled and shook his head randomly, "Brother Dai, you may not believe it even if I tell you. Fatty is writing a book in his room."
Write a book? who? Fat man?
"Fat man? Write a book?"
Afraid that he had heard wrongly, Dai Mubai confirmed it again, while Bai Chenxiang still nodded solemnly.
"What's going on? What book did Fatty write?"
In the past, Dai Mubai would have definitely asked jokingly whether he was writing about Goulan Caoji's romantic affair or his experience in attracting girls. But now that they have grown up, they will never say such inappropriate words casually again.
Of course, more importantly, this can only be said in private, as Ning Fengzhi and Hao Xiaobao are still present.
While the chef was making breakfast, Bai Chenxiang also briefly talked about what happened last night.
"What, you want to write a book? Did I hear you right?"
In the room, looking at Ma Hongjun with a determined face reflected by the candlelight, Bai Chenxiang's tone was full of doubt.
No wonder she didn't believe it, it was just that Ma Hongjun and Shu didn't really get along.
Let alone writing a book, it would be difficult for him to even read it.
If it weren't for Flanders' unique teaching method, no soul master academy would even have textbooks.
Bai Chenxiang was confused, but she knew that Ma Hongjun must have a reason for saying this.
She sat down opposite and took the initiative to hold Ma Hongjun's hand. "Tell me clearly what you think."
Bai Chenxiang's tone was extremely gentle, as if in this night, only such a voice would not disturb the elves in the moonlight.
Seeing such a lover, Ma Hongjun's eyes seemed to be shining brightly. He lowered his head and kissed the back of Bai Chenxiang's hand.
"Xiangxiang, thank you for not questioning me directly or laughing at me."
"Fool, although I don't understand very well, I believe in you, and I will support you in whatever you want to do. You must have your reasons, right?"
Ma Hongjun pursed his lips and sat upright on the stool again.
"It was Xiao Ao's words in the kitchen today that reminded me that his inheritance as the God of Cookery may begin at any time. By then, both of us and Rongrong will have to accompany him into the fantasy world, so training must be put on the agenda again. As for Lu Ran..."
Speaking of this disciple who had only been accepted for a few days, Ma Hongjun sighed heavily, feeling quite sorry for him.
I vowed to take on a disciple at the beginning, but now it's like this.
"Do you regret it?"
"No, I don't regret it, Xiangxiang, I really don't regret it."
Even though things have developed now and have become a bit unprepared, Ma Hongjun still does not regret the decision he made at that time.
"Even if he thinks that I am incompetent as a teacher, I still have to do my job as a teacher."
"So you just want to write a book for Lu Ran to learn from?"
Ma Hongjun nodded. Their current situation was quite similar to that between Tang San and Ji Xiang.
Tang San could give the Tang Sect's secret technique to Ji Xiang and let him learn it on his own, then why couldn't Lu Ran?
Bai Chenxiang knew with just one glance at Ma Hongjun that he must be thinking of Ji Xiang. Although she believed in Lu Ran's talent, self-study was not such a self-study method, right?
"Fat man, I know you want Lu Ran to learn from Jixiang, but you told me before that Jixiang was taught by Brother De for a while. You..."
"Xiangxiang, I understand. I definitely won't let Lu Ran swallow the jujube and become a fat man after one bite. I will ask Third Brother for advice tomorrow morning. There are still about seven days left, so I want to use a few days to write out the book. Then I will teach Lu Ran some things, so that even if we go to Poseidon Island, I will feel more at ease."
When Ma Hongjun said this, Bai Chenxiang would not say anything else.