MTL - Douluo Dalu-Chapter 6 My name is little dance, dance dance (3)

In the new week, my friends will vote for Xiaosan, thank you.

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Ink Trail: "Tang San, you and Xiao Dance are first-year workers. You will be responsible for cleaning the garden in the south of the playground. Ten copper coins per day, remember to clean every day. Especially the sundries must be Clean up. Otherwise, your salary will be deducted. If there is any absenteeism, the college has the right to order you to drop out. Have you heard it clearly?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu nodded at the same time and said they knew.

Ink marks: "Tomorrow is the opening ceremony. The day after tomorrow, the class will begin. The first grade will be held on the first floor of the teaching building. The next day you will be on time. From the day after tomorrow, you will work normally. I will check from time to time. Let's rest first. Wang Sheng, you are the biggest here, and talk to them about the rules."

Holding the bedding in his arms, Tang San’s heart was warm, and his mind could not help but show the master’s somewhat stiff face.

"Being shackled? This seems to be a problem." The little dance stared at the bedding in the hands of Tang San, and his eyes showed a few minutes.

The students are poor children, and they are more sensible than the descendants of the aristocracy. Several clever students immediately said: "Boss, you should use my nephew first. I will half the cover and half cover."

Another person said: "Boss, then you use my quilt. I can barely use the scorpion."

The little dance looked at the cover of these workers, although I couldn't say how dirty it was, but most of them were ragged, frowning: "You don't call me boss, they call me old."

Wang Shengdao: "How can it be done? This is the rule."

Little dance: "Since I am the boss, my words should be the rules. This is good, you will call me a little dance sister later."

As she said, her gaze finally fell on the cover of Tang San. "Tang San, what do we discuss?"

Tang San stunned for a moment, and he understood that the little dance was probably a fancy in his own hands. He was not a stingy person, but the cover was just given to him by the master, and his heart was somewhat disappointing. But the little dance is a girl.

"What is the discussion?"

The little dance said: "Look at your quilt is quite big, the two people cover the problem is not big, so good, we put the bed together, we do not have the use?"

"Ah?" Use together? Tang San looked at the little dance. His mind was not a six-year-old child. Although he and his little dance are still very small, they can sleep together...

"It’s not good for men and women to give and receive."

The little dance snorted and said: "What is wrong, I don't care, what are you afraid of? I am afraid that I raped you?"

"Hey..." said that girls are precocious than boys, but the girl is only six years old.

Tang San was stunned and couldn't speak. Other students looked at them, they were envious, and they were optimistic about the show. Most of them smiled, but no one spoke.

"What are you doing, hurry up, pull the bed over. Are you not very energetic?" The little dance urged the road.

Tang San subconsciously pushed his bed to the side of the small dance bed. The little dance took the bedding in his hand and laid the donkey on the bed first. This is used by adults. It is really big. Although it can't cover two beds, it can cover more than 70%.

The little dance puts his baggage on the seam of the bed where the two beds are put together. "Put your baggage, and this is the border. If you cross the border, don't blame me."

Looking at the border of the little dance, Tang San sighed and hurried, nodding his head and letting his baggage pass. The little dance put the quilt on it, and the simple double bed was formed. Of course, there is a dividing line.

Wang Shengdao: "It's time to have lunch, little dance sister, Tang San, go together."

As soon as I heard that I had to eat, the little dance jumped up immediately and said excitedly: "Okay. What to eat?"

Wang Sheng and other work-study students looked at each other and smiled bitterly: "What can we eat for our students? You can buy some cheap meals in the cafeteria or you can do it."

Tang San shook his head and said: "Let's go, I won't go." The poor clinking at home, Tang Yan's money changed for wine, and in order not to be hungry, he deliberately brought some dry food, it is him. A rough cake made by myself. Simple fruit is still no problem. After the day after I started working, I got a salary.

Looking at the patch on Tang San, Wang Sheng vaguely understood his meaning and was not reluctant. "Little dance sister, let's go."

The excitement on the face of the little dance suddenly solidified. "Is it necessary to spend money on eating? Is that the soul coin?"

If it is not because her strength is not weak, I am afraid that Wang Sheng will swear, and use it to eat and spend? Who will give lunch for white? However, he naturally can see that this new boss is probably as shy as Tang San.

Wang Shenghao said: "Nothing, this way, your food expenses for the past two days count me. Tang San, after all, everyone is the partner of the dormitory, go together. Big deal, wait for you to have money and then ask me." ”

Tang San slightly hesitated, but still agreed. He has no idea about money. Wang Sheng’s happiness is very appetizing with his appetite. The little dance is immediately eye-opening and looks at Wang Sheng’s intention to send Qiu Bo. But when she remembered her soft skills, Wang Sheng was far away from her. Before she fell to Tang, she had already shot with a smile on her face. Who knows when she is excited, and by the way, give it to myself.

Including Tang San and Xiao Wu, a group of eleven people went out of the house and walked toward the canteen under the leadership of Wang Sheng. The canteen is in the teaching building and has to pass through the entire playground.

At this time, the playground has been lively, and many students wearing college uniforms can walk in the direction of the teaching building, apparently going to eat.

The canteen of Notting Psychology School is large enough to accommodate six classes plus a total of more than 300 teachers. At this point, the canteen's wounds have been lined up. The canteen is divided into two floors, and there are three hundred locations in the first floor.