Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

Qin Fan and others were a little confused and had no idea about points.

They have no standard for measuring whether fifty points is more or less.

Fortunately, Lin Ling'er took a sip of water and continued to popularize science: "Let's put it this way, after the official start of school, you will get one point according to your daily attendance. If you don't make any contribution to the school in a month, then you will only have thirty points in a month. Points, and what can these points do?”

Lin Ling'er paused for a moment, "In the school cafeteria, if you want to eat better, you need about one point for each meal."

"What? Doesn't that mean you don't even have enough food?"

When Fu Nanren heard this, he felt that the meat in his mouth no longer tasted good.

He suddenly felt like he had fallen into a pit.

"You can choose to eat outside the school."

Lin Ling'er smiled sweetly.

Fu Nanren was relieved when he heard this, that is, if he didn't have points, he would never eat here.

Unfortunately, the second half of Lin Ling'er's words directly shattered Fu Nanren's thoughts into pieces.

"Only half of the points need to be paid here, and the remaining half can be purchased with money."

Lin Linger said.

"You want it here too? But we..."

Fu Nanren immediately grimaced, but other than that, eating was more important to him than anything else. If anyone grabbed his throat while eating, it would be equivalent to killing him.

"I'll treat you to this meal."

Lin Linger said boldly.

Fu Nanren was overjoyed when he heard this. It would be great if someone treated him, so he didn't care about being polite at the moment: "Boss, ten bowls of rice."

Next, Lin Ling'er realized that her generosity was somewhat willful. Fortunately, Fu Nanren still had some conscience. With ten bowls of rice as a base, he just thought about the skewers and stopped after eating more than two hundred skewers.

Even so, it shocked everyone.

What surprised everyone even more was that with so much food in his stomach, Fu Nanren's body became visibly thicker. He was no longer as skinny and skinny as before, and his figure appeared well-proportioned and strong.

"Are you... full?"

Qin Fan said a little uncertainly.

Fu Nanren patted his flat belly and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm not too hungry anymore."

Qin Fan suddenly had the urge to slap himself, and secretly thought that he was lucky. Fortunately, he didn't ask for this meal, otherwise he would have gone bankrupt just once.

"Hey, who are these? Are our two beauties going out on a date?"

At this moment, the door of a private room not far from them opened, and four or five people slowly walked out. One of the girls suddenly exclaimed exaggeratedly as she passed Qin Fan's table.

When Murong Xue heard this, she couldn't help but frowned slightly, but said nothing, but Lin Ling'er smiled and said, "Yes, Sister Yang, are you eating here too?"

Yang Qian looked at Lin Ling'er and forced out a smile, pulled the arm of a young man next to her and said, "This is my cousin Lin Zihao, a junior, a junior at the Battle King Realm."

Yang Qian's face was full of pride, and the thick foundation couldn't even cover her overflowing pride. As he spoke, he glanced at Murong Xue.

Qin Fan could conclude almost instantly that there was a story between this girl and Murong Xue.

Sure enough, beautiful women are more likely to be jealous.

"No, no, I just entered the War King Realm, it's not worth mentioning."

The young man straightened his shirt and spoke modestly.

Generally speaking, the freshmen who can enter the first few colleges are rarely mediocre. They can usually reach the entry level of the warrior realm when they enter. Of course, Qin Fan is an exception. Even so, he has reached the entry level of the warrior realm, and the difference is not much. And being able to break through four realms in three years is indeed considered a genius.

"Besides, my cousin was at the High Level of the Warrior Realm when he entered school, and is much stronger than some people. Higher talent does not mean higher strength."

Yang Qian said with a strange expression.

Murong Xue raised her head and glanced at Yang Qian with a smile, and finally couldn't help but said: "Have you said enough? You can leave after you've said that. If there are flies, they will disturb my mood of eating."

"you·····"

Yang Qian was immediately ignited by Murong Xue's words. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Lin Zihao pat her back, and extended his hand very gentlemanly: "Hello, beautiful woman. I am Lin Zihao. Let's meet each other. We will be friends from now on, don’t take any small misunderstandings to heart.”

The words were very gentle, but Murong Xue lowered her head and didn't look at him at all.

Lin Zihao's hand suddenly froze there, and the atmosphere became somewhat frozen for a moment.

The presence of the two beauties here had already attracted a lot of attention from the surrounding area, but now that something happened, it attracted even more attention, and the sneaky eyes became more open and honest.

"Well, genius cousin, you see we are still eating, how about we chat next time?"

Qin Fan laughed twice and tried to smooth things over.

"Who are you? What's wrong with you?"

Lin Zihao glanced at Qin Fan with disgust. He took the initiative to talk to Murong Xue, but that didn't mean that anyone was qualified to talk to him.

For example, this little warrior in front of me has entered the warrior realm.

At this moment, a figure came out from behind several people, came to Lin Zihao and whispered something.

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes, Sun Qiao.

This guy was like a ghost, always seeming to be around him.

What's even more strange is that this guy always has the ability to become a strong person's dog leg very quickly.

Sure enough, after hearing Sun Qiao's whisper, Lin Zihao sneered and said, "A loser dares to interrupt. He doesn't know whether to live or die."

boom

As soon as Lin Zihao said these words, a cold breath suddenly appeared in the air, and a spiritual light struck Lin Zihao.