Chapter 21 Tang San is my apprentice?

Zhou Sidong couldn't deal with Yu Xiaogang in the main world, so he could only deal with Yu Xiaogang in parallel time and space.

The next morning.

Zhou Sidong walked out of the dormitory, breathed in the morning glow, ran a few laps around the playground, and then went to the second floor of the dining hall to get food.

Yesterday, I traveled through parallel time and space and conducted a frag grenade experiment on Yu Xiaogang there. Unfortunately, the grenade did not kill him.

Zhou Sidong had been thinking hard for a long time last night. He planned to improve the quality of the grenades. The batch he cast earlier was made of ordinary iron, and the tiny steel balls inside were the iron essence.

This time, he decided to improve the grenade from the inside out, striving to finally increase the power of the grenade to the level of the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus, similar to the point where the lotus bloomed and seventy-six soul saints died.

After preparing the meal, Zhou Sidong prepared to go back to the room to eat and study while eating.

He didn't have Tang San's skills in forging hidden weapons, but as a military enthusiast in his previous life, he could still figure out some modern weapons, such as grenades.

This is Zhou Sidong's only means of self-protection.

Technology is advancing, and equipment must keep up.

On the way downstairs, Zhou Sidong held a delicious breakfast. The food on the second floor was much better than that on the first floor.

Zhou Sidong glanced at the work-study students' breakfast, which consisted of a few steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of cold dishes.

Then he looked down at his own, okay, no comparison.

He still took advantage of his father.

Zhou Sidong left quickly because some of the work-study students looked at Zhou Sidong very wrongly.

"Damn it! This person named Zhou Sidong is too much!" Xiao Wu crumpled the half-eaten bun into a ball and suddenly lost her appetite.

This world is divided into high and low classes. The canteen of the ordinary junior soul master academy is divided into the first and second floors. There are students in different grades, and even the treatment between teachers is completely different.

How could Xiao Wu, who was new to the world, know this?

"I heard that Zhou Sidong's father is a well-known figure in Notting City, and..."

Wang Sheng lowered his voice and said softly: "Like Tang San's teacher, Master, he lives in a single room."

As soon as these words came out, many working-study students suddenly lost their composure.

"Single room!" Xiao Wu's eyes widened and she said angrily: "Why does he live in a single room! Everyone has just arrived, what rights does he have?"

You know, even many noble students still live in dormitories.

Zhou Sidong lives alone in a single room, which obviously makes Xiao Wu feel unhappy.

Xiao Wu's situation was even worse than that of a work-study student. Without a quilt, she could only sleep squeezed together with Tang San.

The working-study students' dormitory environment is very poor, which is very different from the places where noble children live. They also share the sanitation work of the college, and they can get money after cleaning.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu is the incarnation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast. At this point, her physical fitness is far superior to that of most students. She defeated Wang Sheng in Qishe and became the boss, commonly known as the eldest sister.

Life is comfortable. Being the boss and being supported by everyone makes Xiao Wu feel elated. Her ambitions don't stop there.

Xiao Wu has already made an appointment with the aristocratic students headed by Xiao Chenyu, and it will be held at the playground tomorrow afternoon.

The loser has to recognize the winner as the boss, and there can be no problems.

Xiao Chenyu agreed to the fight without any hesitation.

In Zhou Sidong's room, he locked the door and drew the curtains.

Spread a drawing on the table and start drawing on the paper according to the structure of the grenade in memory.

Half an hour...

"Done!"

Looking at the grenade drawings in front of him, Zhou Sidong nodded with satisfaction. The next step was to hand the drawings to his father. Zhou Sidong had no doubts about his father's casting skills.

That is the craftsmanship of a divine craftsman, a master of casting!

…

The next day, Tang San and Yu Xiaogang came back.

The master and the apprentice wandered around the forest for a long time, and finally found a 350-year-old mamba snake.

The Mamba Snake is not as good as the Mandala Snake. The soul skill he exerted on Tang San is also entanglement, but it lacks the vital nerve paralyzing effect and is just an ordinary entanglement.

Yu Xiaogang is already very satisfied with this.

In fact, Yu Xiaogang had already prepared for the worst. If he couldn't find it, he would have to let Tang San absorb the ten-year lone bamboo.

Three poles above the sun, the sun is hanging high in the sky.

On the playground, the two forces, the aristocratic students headed by Xiao Chenyu and the work-study students headed by Xiao Wu, were already fighting.

After the friction in the past few days and the hatred for many years, it finally broke out today!

The first battle was fought by Wang Sheng, the former boss of Qishe. His opponent was a guy named Liu Long, who had a long stick as his martial spirit. Wang Sheng was once defeated by him.

…

At the same time, Zhou Sidong asked the college teacher for a half-day leave. He planned to take the drawings home and let his father forge them.

Zhou Ji Blacksmith Shop.

As the number one blacksmith shop in Notting City, everyone knows about it and almost takes over the entire blacksmithing business in Notting City.

"Dad, can you forge it?"

Zhou Sidong picked up the teacup and placed the fragrant tea in front of his father, with a smile on his lips and expectations in his eyes.

"You kid! What the hell is this? The ball doesn't look like a ball, and the material is made of iron. You really don't know how expensive tea and rice are." Although Zhou Shijie muttered in his mouth, his body still honestly put the grenade blueprint into his arms.

"Did you listen to the teacher in college?"

After taking a sip of the fragrant tea made by his son, Zhou Shijie suddenly felt relaxed.

"Of course! Who is your son? It's just..."

Zhou Shijie frowned, coughed, and asked solemnly: "Just what?"

"Nothing? A little thing happened, and the master of Notting College is going to accept me as his disciple."

After Zhou Sidong finished speaking, there was only a "pop" sound, and the tea that Zhou Shijie had just taken into his mouth was drained away by him.

Looking at his wife's beautiful cheeks full of resentment and with water droplets on her face.

Zhou Shijie smiled apologetically and subconsciously covered his face.

"Pop!"

After two slaps, Yang Lixia snorted and walked away with resentment.

Zhou Sidong looked at his father who had two slap marks on his face, and sighed in his heart. In the future, when looking for a wife, he can't look for someone like his mother. How can a man stay below a woman for a long time!

"Did you promise him?"

Zhou Shijie took out a handkerchief out of habit, put it on his face, and asked with some gritted teeth.

"No."

Zhou Sidong answered simply.

"That's good!"

Hearing this, Zhou Shijie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Shijie, as a former high-level executive of Wuhun Palace, knew exactly who Yu Xiaogang was.

Most of the "Ten Core Competencies of Wuhun" integrated by Yu Xiaogang were mentioned in the Wuhun Palace books. Much of the knowledge that Zhou Shijie taught his son earlier overlapped with Yu Xiaogang's.

Yu Xiaogang is not qualified to let a useless person with only level 29 soul power teach his son!

Suddenly, a clerk came to Zhou Shijie's office and said.

"Boss, there is a kid named Tang San who wants to become an apprentice in our blacksmith shop."