Douluo's super god level choice

Chapter 23 Life is like a play!

Notting College has started school! Tang Er was a little excited, but more of a pain in his head.

In the past three months since the system awakened, I have been enjoying myself, spending money, doing business, and fighting, which led to the original work being a bit biased.

Tang Er realized that things were a little too complicated, if the plot of Douluo's original work was completely ruined by him.

So as the biggest golden finger of the time-traveling party, predicting the future is completely over, so what fun is there in time-traveling?

In the candied haws shop, Tang Er frowned and thought deeply.

"Little boss! Give me two skewers of candied haws!" A middle-aged man said with a smile while holding a few Gintama coins.

"Go! Go! Go! No selling! No selling! Third Master, I don't even have enough to eat!"

Tang San ate in his mouth, staring at the candied haws on the counter, waving his little hands in disgust.

"Go, go, go! Stay where it's cool!"

"Look, if you don't leave, Third Master will beat you to death!"

"Crazy, how can anyone do this kind of business? Labor and management will never come again! Huh!" The middle-aged man shook his sleeves and left angrily.

"Haha, you know what's going on!"

"Brother! Brother! It's so delicious! The more you eat the candied haws, the more you want to eat it, brother! Is this a disease? Haha!" Tang San couldn't stop mouthing, stroking the candied haws, smiling with satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Tang Er cried, crying very sadly. How did this guy become so virtuous and look like this? Is it possible for him to become a disciple of the master Yu Xiaogang? Thank God if he doesn't give the master a beating.

!

Tang Er cried very sadly, crying with true emotion, crying for his hopeless brother with a crooked style.

Choking, "It's hopeless! It's completely hopeless! My poor brother! You are already terminally ill! Huh! Huh!"

"Brother! Haha! Don't be ridiculous, you are joking, right?" Tang San said with a smile after swallowing the candied haws in his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Tang Er cried even more sadly, "There is no cure! My poor brother, why are you like this!"

Hearing this, Tang San's smile froze, and the candied haws in his hand fell to the ground. Looking at his brother's sad look, it didn't look like he was pretending.

Could it! Could it be! He really had a terminal disease that would kill him if he didn't eat candied haws! Tang San was completely frightened!

"Wow! Brother! Help me! I don't want to die! Wow wow wow! Brother, I'm still young!" Tang San pulled Tang Er's arm heartbroken and cried to the sky.

Now Tang Er was confused. He wiped his tears, knowing that this little bastard had misunderstood, was afraid, and didn't want to die. It seemed that there was still hope.

...

In the candied haws shop, Tang Er handed over the script of the entrance into the school, which he had racked his brains to write, to Tang San, who had just recovered from the shock.

"My mistress, remember every detail of the above carefully. Brother, I have already figured out your identity as a work-study student."

Tang San looked reluctant, "Brother, we have plenty of money, why do we have to be a work-study student and suffer such a crime!"

"Stop talking nonsense, just listen." Tang Er continued to explain earnestly.

"Remember in particular, if you meet a thin middle-aged man at the gate of the college later, I will clap my hands and you will become his disciple, do you hear me?"

"Haha! Brother! Are you kidding me? Third Master, I have an Italian cannon! I still need to become a disciple!" Hearing this, Tang San's little face was full of disdain.

Then Tang Er used the eighteen palms of Jiang Di that he had not used for a long time.

...

Tang Er, Tang San, and Old Jack crossed Tangmen Street and arrived directly in front of the gate of Notting College.

"Second son, why did you call grandpa here? Tangmen Street is busy!" Old Jack's face was full of confusion. He couldn't understand why he was forced to come here.

"Haha, Grandpa Jack, just do as I say later!" Tang Er smiled mysteriously. In order to restore the plot of the original work, he took great pains.

As soon as they reached the gate, the young concierge from Notting College saw Tang Er and the others and immediately ran over.

He bowed and said with a flattering look on his face, "Second Master! Third Master! President Jack! My best wishes to you, young man!"

Others don't know it, but I can witness with my own eyes the various deeds of these two men from opening a blacksmith shop, to purchasing land by force, and then to opening Tangmen Street.

"How did things go!" Tang Er smiled happily. In the original work, the young concierge humiliated the third child.

Then we introduced Yu Xiaogang, this guy is a key figure, but now haha!

"Second Master, you have asked me to handle the matter even if I am going through fire and water. The quotas for Second Master and Third Master's work-study students have already been registered!" the concierge continued to say with a flattering smile.

But at this moment, from the corner of his eye, Tang Er caught sight of a thin middle-aged man of medium height, walking lazily.

Eating a bowl of Tangmen stinky tofu with relish as I walked, I walked from Tangmen Street towards the gate of Notting College.

"Is that the master of the academy?" Tang Er asked expectantly.

"Yes, that's the master. Why, Second Master, do you know the master?" the concierge asked curiously.

Tang Er chuckled, "Quickly, call us stinky beggars! Say our certificates are forged! In short, be as arrogant as you want! It's best to take action!"

When the concierge heard this, he was confused and wondered what the fuss was about. He grimaced and begged.

"Second Master, stop joking. How dare you, the young one? Did you do something bad that offended you, Second Master?"

The concierge knelt on the ground, sobbing, and slapped himself in the face, "Second Master, calm down, I will do it myself now! Second Master, please spare me!"

Seeing the master approaching step by step, Tang Er lost his composure at all, and there seemed to be something wrong with the script.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and scold us!" Tang Er scolded anxiously.

"boom!"

The porter's legs softened and he knelt straight in front of Tang San, "Third Master, please beg Second Master for mercy. What on earth did you do wrong?"

"Brother! What are you doing? You're scaring me." Tang San was also confused. This scene was not written in the script!

Tang Er was completely anxious.

[Ding! Trigger selection!

1. Successfully become a disciple of Yu Xiaogang. The host and Tang San become apprentices of Yu Xiaogang at the same time. As a reward, the hero Angela is unlocked! Special warning: Don’t touch her rag doll!

2. Tang Er is the invincible and the most awesome in the universe. Go grab Yu Xiaogang’s stinky tofu and you will be rewarded with 10,000 choice coins]

When Tang Er heard about the reward for becoming a disciple, he became even more uneasy. Angela, little Lolita, Ragdoll, no, they must become a disciple!

Tang Er was completely blown away. Fortunately, Yu Xiaogang was eating his stinky tofu with relish at the moment and didn't notice it.

Tang Er took out his penis from his waist, pressed it against the concierge's head, and threatened him fiercely.

"Don't you dare scold me! If you don't scold me, labor and management will destroy you now!"

The concierge was completely desperate. What on earth does this man want? He is just an ordinary concierge. Why would he treat me like this?

My body was trembling, and I struggled to stand up. My face was full of sorrow. Just scold me, it would be better to die.

"You stinking beggars!"

"Damn that stinky beggar, this Wuhun Palace is proven to be a forgery!"

"Yes! That's it, louder, more ferocious, more arrogant! Punch me in the chest!" Tang Er commanded while observing Yu Xiaogang.

The concierge sobbed and gently pressed Tang Er's chest with his little hand, "Stinky beggar! Get out of here!"

Tang Er looked at the little fist in confusion, seeing that Yu Xiaogang was about to arrive, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Hey! Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills!" Tang Er sighed helplessly.

Then he clutched his chest, wailed in pain, and fell at Yu Xiaogang's feet with a "Boom!"

"Ah! Killed someone! Killed a child! The concierge of Notting College beat someone!"

Tang Er screamed exaggeratedly and rolled on Yu Xiaogang's feet!

Now Yu Xiaogang's attention finally shifted from the stinky tofu in his hand to Tang Er, looking at it blankly.

"What's wrong! What happened!"

Upon hearing this, the porter covered his face with tears streaming down his face, swayed his legs, and ran towards Notting College in grievance, crying.

Where I just knelt down, there was a pool of liquid left. I don't know if it was cold sweat or because I was scared to pee!

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