Douluo: Shrek Becomes a God

Chapter 20 Notice of the Soul Master Competition·Lin Xian exploded on the spot In the hall of the Shrek teaching building, the sun shone slantly through the broken windows, drawing a bright strip of light on the dusty floor. Dust floated slowly in the light, and the air smelled of old wood and dry chalk. Eight people were sitting sparsely. Dai Mubai leaned against the wall, spinning a dagger in his hand, staring at the reflection on the tip of the knife. Tang San was sitting on the window sill, with an old copy of "Xuan Tian Bao Lu" spread out on his knees, but his eyes rested on a tree swaying in the wind outside the window. Xiao Wu was lying on the table, holding a grass stalk in her hand and teasing the ants. Ma Hongjun took a nap with his arms on his pillow, a suspicious glint hanging from the corner of his mouth. Oscar was next to the stove - he had been here for three consecutive days, holding a sausage in his hand and carefully adjusting the ratio of spices. There was a small book next to him, which was filled with records of various recipe adjustments: "The seventh adjustment, I added a pinch more salt. Rongrong said it was saltier than yesterday, but he didn't frown... Maybe it's a good thing." Ning Rongrong sat across the table, playing with the cold porridge in the bowl with his chopsticks out of boredom. Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes and stood against the wall, breathing as steadily as a cat lying in the shadows. Lin Xian sat in the seat closest to the door. The posture is the best proof - the chair is tilted back forty-five degrees, the two chair legs are on the ground, the back is against the wall, the head is tilted back, his eyes are closed, and he is holding a bun from the cafeteria in the morning in his hand. He has not eaten it yet, because he is waiting for the bun to cool down to the temperature "just right without burning the mouth or cooling the heart." This kind of temperature is very mysterious and requires precise timing control. He uses the "oral intuition method" - if it feels almost right, take a bite and try it. Just as he was about to take his first bite, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. "Bang!" The door was kicked open from the outside. Flanders stood at the door, holding a golden scroll in his hand. The two eyes behind his round glasses were as bright as a weasel that had just stolen a chicken. "Good news!" His voice almost tipped the roof off, "The continent's advanced soul master competition! It will start in three months!" The hall was silent for half a second. Then - "Oh oh oh oh!" Xiao Wu was the first to jump up from the table, shattering the ant nest. She raised her fist and waved it in the air, "Finally I have waited for this day! I will fight ten!" "Winning the game will be good for both of us brothers -" Dai Mubai stood up from the wall, curled his lips, and put the dagger in his sleeve, "—all good." "The stage of the entire continent," Tang San closed the book, with a flash of fighting intent in his eyes, "just the right time to test the results of my cultivation these days." "The reputation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..." Ning Rongrong put down her chopsticks and gently closed the broken hair on her forehead with her fingers, "It's time for those people to get to know each other again." Zhu Zhuqing opened his eyes and did not speak, but pursed the corners of his mouth slightly. Ma Hongjun was woken up and rubbed his eyes in a daze: "What? A competition? Is there a bonus for winning?" Oscar raised his head from the stove, and the sausage in his hand almost fell into the pot: "A competition? Isn't that where you can see many masters? My sausage-" The voices of seven people crowded together, buzzing like a hornet's nest. And Lin Xian—— The bun in his hand fell. It was a meat bun with a thin skin and lots of stuffing. He waited for a whole stick of incense to get it to a temperature that was "just right without burning your mouth." It is now lying on the ground, stuffing squeezed out from the crack, like a broken heart. Lin Xian looked down at the bun, then looked up at the golden scroll in Flender's hand, then looked down at the bun again. "..." He slowly raised his hand. "Dean, can I abstain?" Flanders smiled brightly. After hearing this, his smile froze for a moment: "What did you say?" "Abstain. "Quan." Lin Xian's voice was calm, as calm as the sea at the last second before the storm, "I won't participate." "No!" Flanders slapped the scroll on the table, "There are eight places for us." ! All on! " "Then I drop out?" "Then I'm injured. He measured him: "Where are you injured?" Lin Xian put a hand on his chest, his expression changed from calm to one of extremely artificial pain, his brows and eyes were wrinkled, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he had eaten half a pound of bitter melon. "Heartbroken." "... What?" "Heartbroken." Lin Xian repeated, with a sadness in his voice that said, "You all don't understand me." "When I heard that I would have to play for three months, My heart is broken. Dean, do you know what this is called? In my previous life, I just took a breather from a three-year project, and you turned around and assigned me a three-month KPI. " Flender's mouth twitched: "Stop talking to me about this nonsense!" "I'm not kidding. You think about three months of competition, at least two games a week. If you win, you have to play the next one, if you lose, you will be ridiculed. In between, you have to train, review, and start mobilization. Meetings, writing post-game summaries, taking group photos, and accepting interviews - "Lin Xian counted on his fingers, "Where is this Soul Master Competition? This is clearly a 'three-in-one luxury package of year-end performance review plus quarterly assessment plus cross-department collaboration project'" The hall was silent. Xiao Wu lowered his fist and tilted his head to look at Lin Xian, with a look of confusion on his face: "What did he say?" Dai Mubai's mouth twitched. Tang San's brows furrowed - not because he was angry, but because he understood the metaphor. Flanders took a deep breath, his chest bulging like a toad, then slowly exhaled the breath, and said in a tone of "I am restraining myself from hitting people": "Lin Xian, you are Shrek's student" Students. It is natural for students to participate in competitions. " "Dean, there is no "Agree to participate in competitive competitions" column on the form I filled out when I enrolled. It's a registration form. " "So? " "So you have to listen to me when you come! " "Then I'll apply to be transferred to the one next door called Canghui. 'The academy." "They don't accept people like you——" "They did. The last time I passed by the school, there was a sign on their door that read, "Welcome all young people who are interested in the career of a soul master." , Even a lame old man said, "Think about it." I went, and they accepted me on the spot. " Flanders' temples jumped: "... What do you want?" Lin Xian picked up the bun on the ground, dusted it, put it back on the table, and looked into Flanders' eyes seriously: "What I want is very simple - my life plan is to rent a small courtyard outside Soto City. Plant some vegetables, raise a chicken, lie in the shade of a tree and drink sour plum soup in the summer, and sleep under a quilt until I wake up naturally. " He raised a finger and said, "What you call 'changing an employee's career plan without authorization' is a breach of contract. " Looking at his serious face, Flanders suddenly felt that his blood pressure had soared by forty points in the past thirty seconds. He turned to look at Zhao Wuji: "Did you hear that?" Zhao Wuji stood at the door with his hands folded on his chest, his face expressionless, but the curve of the corner of his mouth betrayed him - he was suppressing a smile. "I heard it." Zhao Wuji nodded, "He said it very logically." "You——" "But Dean," Zhao Wuji pointed at Lin Xian with his chin, "this kid is right. When he entered the school, he did not say that he wanted to participate in the competition." Flender's eyes almost popped out. Xiao Wu came over and squatted next to Lin Xian, with a serious look on his face: "Brother Lin Xian, don't be sad! I will protect you!" Lin Xian turned to look at her, and for the first time a hint of emotion flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Wu, you are the only good person——" "My way of protection is to kick the enemy away. Just stand behind me. Don't worry, I can kick it accurately!" Lin Xian's eyes dimmed: "... So when you kicked the enemy away, I was the one who got hit?" "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion -" "Last time you kicked away Teacher Zhao's stone in the training ground, and the stone smashed through the wall of the cafeteria." "That was an accident -" "The wall has not been repaired yet." Xiao Wu's expression froze, and she shrank her neck: "... Then you yourself Just hide for a while." Lin Xian buried his head in his arms, lying on the table, and his voice came out in a muffled voice: "I have wanted to open a Lying Ping Inn my whole life, why is it so difficult..." ⁰... He walked over and put the sausage in front of Lin Xian. "Brother Lin, if you go, I will keep this sausage for you." Lin Xian raised his head and looked at the sausage, and then at Oscar's serious face. "... You can keep it for Rongrong." "I will make a new one for her tomorrow. This one is specially for you." Lin Xian looked at the sausage, was silent for a while, and then sighed. "... Okay, I'll go." Everyone was stunned at the same time. Flender's eyes lit up: "Really?" "Yeah." Lin Xian picked up the sausage, took a bite, and chewed it - it was moderately salty, full of oily aroma, and had a good taste. While chewing, he said vaguely: "But there is a condition." Flanders's face instantly became wary: "What condition?" "First, when I compete, I decide my own position. I don't stand in the front row, or in the middle. I only stand in the blind spot where the referee can't see what I'm doing." Flender thought for a while: "... This... Can be discussed." "Second, I will not participate in the pre-game pep rally. I was sleeping while you were shouting slogans, slamming the table, and swearing." Zao Wuji added: "If he didn't come, the atmosphere of the pep rally would indeed be better." > Flanders glared at Zao Wuji, then gritted his teeth and said: "... Okay." "Third." Lin Xian swallowed the last bite of sausage, stood up, clapped his hands, his expression returned to the relaxed feeling of "I'm not here to fight for my life", "If you win the competition, the food standard will be at least doubled. I don't want a medal, I want chicken legs. Every time One day." Flanders: "... Why don't you grab it?" "Dean, think about it. There is an employee in a team who doesn't ask for a salary increase, doesn't ask for a signature, and only asks for chicken legs. How high is the input-output ratio of this kind of employee?" "Flanders was silent for three seconds. Then he turned to look at Zhao Wuji: "What do you think?" Zao Wuki: "Give him more." "You——" "I said give him more." Zao Wuki crossed his arms, expressionless, "Didn't you notice that after he agreed to participate in the competition, everyone's tightness relaxed." Flender looked around. Xiao Wu is smiling. Dai Mubai's shoulders slumped a little. Tang San's brows spread. Ma Hongjun was counting on his fingers, "How many drumsticks can I save in three months if I have one chicken drumstick a day?" Oscar was cleaning the stove with a smile. Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar and smiled. Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the wall and moved the corners of his mouth slightly. Flanders turned around and looked at Lin Xian's "I knew you would agree" face, and suddenly realized—— The fact that this kid agreed to participate in the game had already changed the status of the entire team. He couldn't tell why. But just like Zhao Wuji said - everyone is "relaxed". Flanders waved his hand: "Okay, okay. Add chicken legs. Special training will start tomorrow." Lin Xian sat back on the chair, picked up the dropped bun, peeled it, and took a bite. "Dean, please remember. I am not competing for honor, I am competing for chicken legs." Flanders turned and walked out. When he walked to the door, he looked back at him and said, "... You will be beaten to death sooner or later with your mouth." "Then I will pad the pillow thicker in advance." Flanders left. Zhao Wuji followed him out. The door closed behind them. The hall became quiet. Xiao Wu was the first to jump up: "Brother Lin Xian! You really have to go!" "Yeah." "Didn't you say your heart is hurt?" "It's healed." Lin Xian took a bite of the bun and said, "Sausage heals the heart." Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Dai Mubai came over, sat down on the chair next to him, reached for another bun on his table - the one that didn't fall to the ground - took a bite, and said vaguely: "Are you serious just now, or were you just pretending?" "Half and half." Dai Mubai looked at his profile and didn't ask any more questions. The light from the window fell in and shone on the eight people. The special training will start tomorrow, and I don't know how they will be tortured. But at this moment, everyone was sitting, eating, or lying down, and no one spoke. Lin Xian swallowed the last bite of the bun, folded the oil paper of the bun and put it in his arms - he would save it for packing other food later - and then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. "... Three months. Ninety days. Ninety chicken legs." The corners of his mouth curved. "It's not too bad." Outside the window, the wind was still blowing the tree. In the distance, on Shrek's old flagpole, a school flag with countless patches sewn on was straightened by the wind. Five faded characters were embroidered on it—— "Monster Academy." [Golden Sentence] "This is my 'last charge before being optimized'." "I don't want medals, I want chicken legs." "I'm not in the ring for the honor, I'm here for the ring on chicken legs." "In a team, there is a person who doesn't ask for a salary increase, promotion, or promotion. An employee who asked for a signature and only asked for chicken drumsticks - how high is the input-output ratio of this kind of employee? " Laughter · Lin Xian dropped the bun in his hand - the temperature he had been waiting for for a long time was "just enough not to burn his mouth" ·"Heartbreak" meme - covering the chest with an extremely artificial pain ·Lin Xian compared the soul master competition to "a three-in-one luxury package of year-end work review plus quarterly assessment plus cross-department collaboration project" ·"I want to transfer to Canghui School They even accepted the lame old man in the hospital" ·Xiao Wu said, "I'll protect you", Lin Xian remembered the last time she kicked a stone pier and smashed it through the wall of the cafeteria ·Lin Xian listed three conditions - the dean gritted his teeth and agreed ·Final reckoning "Ninety days, ninety chicken drumsticks, not too bad" ·Zhao Wuji suppressed laughter the whole time, and finally added "add chicken drumsticks to him" Flanders stood on the training ground: "From now on Special training for all employees! Get up at five in the morning! It will end at ten in the evening! " "The labor law doesn't matter? I apply for work-related injury insurance. If I die during training, you will have to compensate my family. " Lin Xian: "What if?"

Xiao Wu was the first to jump up: "Brother Lin Xian! You really go!" "Yeah." "Didn't you say you were heartbroken?" "It's healed." Lin Xian took a bite of the bun, "Sausage heals the heartbreak." Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Dai Mubai came over, sat down on the chair next to him, reached for another bun on his table - the one that didn't fall to the ground - took a bite, and said vaguely: "Are you serious just now, or were you just pretending?" "Half and half." Dai Mubai looked at his profile and didn't ask any more questions. The light from the window fell in and shone on the eight people. The special training will start tomorrow, and I don't know how they will be tortured. But at this moment, everyone was sitting, eating, or lying down, and no one spoke. Lin Xian swallowed the last bite of the bun, folded the oil paper of the bun and put it in his arms - he would save it for packing other food later - and then leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. "... Three months. Ninety days. Ninety chicken legs." The corner of his mouth curved. "It's not too bad." Outside the window, the wind was still blowing the tree. In the distance, on Shrek's old flagpole, a school flag with countless patches sewn on was straightened by the wind. Five faded large characters are embroidered on it—— "Monster Academy." [Quotes in this chapter] "This is my last charge before being optimized." "I don't want medals, I want chicken legs." "I'm not in the arena for the honor, I'm here for the arena on chicken legs." "In a team, there is a person who doesn't ask for a salary increase or promotion. , An employee who does not ask for a signature and only asks for chicken drumsticks - what is the input-output ratio of this kind of employee? " Laughter in this chapter · Lin Xian dropped the bun in his hand - the temperature he had been waiting for for a long time was "just enough not to burn his mouth" ·"Heartbreak" meme - covering the chest with an extremely artificial pain ·Lin Xian compared the soul master competition to "a three-in-one luxury package of year-end work review plus quarterly assessment plus cross-department collaboration project" ·"I want to transfer Go to Canghui College, they even accept the lame old man" ·Xiao Wu said "I will protect you", Lin Xian remembered the last time she kicked a rock away and smashed through the wall of the cafeteria ·Lin Xian listed three conditions - the dean gritted his teeth and agreed ·Final reckoning "Ninety days, ninety chicken legs, not too bad" ·Zao Wuji suppressed laughter throughout the whole process, and the final blow was "give him more chicken legs" [Next chapter preview] Flender Standing on the training ground: "Start today! Special training for all members! Get up at five in the morning! End at ten in the evening!" Lin Xian raised his hand: "Does the labor law have no control?" "What labor law? I am the dean and I have the final say!" "Then I apply for work-related injury insurance. If I die during training, you have to pay for my family." Flender: "Where do you get your family?!" Lin Xian: "What if there is? I have to put pressure on you.