Let You Open A Cafeteria, And All The Students Have Become Martial Arts Saints?

Credits are something that is important and important.

Say it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

For students with ordinary backgrounds, no family background, no skills, and no resources, credits are the best way for them to narrow the gap with the children of aristocratic families.

With the credits, you can exchange for martial arts and martial arts, you can exchange for pills and equipment, and you can even ask the teacher to give you one-on-one lessons, specifically pointing out the way of cultivation.

As for the second generation like Jiang Baqi and Wang Xinxin, they are too lazy to earn credits and exchange resources.

Everything was prepared early in their home.

The purpose of coming to school is to find a better environment for cultivation and to treat it as a kind of experience.

But without exception, neither of these two kinds of people will have too many credits.

Now, the situation has undergone a subtle change.

The dishes in the third canteen are now mainly imported monsters, the lowest is the first-tier monsters, and the price of this kind is usually five points.

A second-tier monster is worth twenty to fifty points.

Tier 3 monsters can even reach hundreds of points, but there are very few of them.

After all, Xia Cheng could tell that everyone here is a bunch of poor people, and few of them can afford it.

That is, 13 teachers can afford it, but the number is too small, and he is too lazy to do it.

Even so, everyone's wallets that were not rich were almost drained by him.

One day, after eating, Wang Xinxin's face collapsed into a pile, with several layers of creases.

"This is the last credits, how about dinner."

"Brother, didn't you have good grades in the freshmen competition, why did you run out so quickly?"

Wang Jingjing beside him asked suspiciously.

Among the customers of the cafeteria, Wang Jingjing is now the most special one.

The mountains and plains are full of students from Zhanwu Academy, and he is the only one from Zhanshu Academy.

It is still the only existence that has been blocked by sincerity.

In the beginning, Wang Jingjing was targeted by everyone, even if he was capable, he couldn't occupy a position at all.

It wasn't until later that he used his trump card.

If you are not allowed to eat, I will directly lift the table if you are surrounded.

There are still so many brothers and sisters waiting to be fed in the School of Warfare, such a good thing should be called on them.

Such a threat of harming others and benefiting oneself has indeed scared many people. Even Zhou Renjie's expression changed slightly after he knew about it, and he deliberately chatted with him.

In the end, after some friendly exchanges, Wang Jingjing won the opportunity of fair competition at the cost of a bruised nose and a swollen face.

After tossing and tossing for so long, he finally had his meal as he wished.

Wang Jingjing's temperament has also been smoothed out a lot.

"You think I'm a poor guy like you?"

Wang Xinxin raised his nostrils and said proudly: "I must eat the expensive dish every meal, so the effect will be stronger."

"Otherwise, how do you think I broke through to the seventh level of warriors? It's all based on credits!"

Prodigal stuff!

Wang Jingjing cursed inwardly, he didn't have many credits, so he could only order the cheap ones every time, even so it was a bit stretched.

"Brother, you can just buy some crystal cores and exchange them for the school."

"Whether you will live a life, you have to spend money to buy it yourself, I can just go home and get some.

"It makes sense, wait for me, let's go together."

Compared to these two losers, most students don't have such conditions and can only do the task hard.

For a while, the task hall in the school was overcrowded, and they were picked up instantly after showing up for ten and a half days.

As for why more than half?

That's because some missions take too long, and you may even have to leave Rongcheng. This kind of mission is very unpopular.

The senior students are the most annoying. They are obviously very strong and can accept high-level tasks with good pay.

But there are so many advanced tasks near Rongcheng, so they can only compete with the freshmen for the most basic common tasks.

But even so, the number of tasks released by the school is far from meeting their needs.

It was only then that everyone discovered that being Boss Xia's cooking assistant was the most delicious job in the school.

Not only do they get credits, but they also take care of the meals every day. Looking at Ding Yiyao with a radiant face every day, many people regret it.

But now that I want to go, Boss Yuan doesn't want it either.

During dinner time, a group of students were also discussing this matter during the meal.

"It's really outrageous to open the door for outrageous, a simple task of arresting fugitives of prospective martial artists, a bunch of martial arts seniors are going crazy."

"Fifty credits, I also went to grab them, but unfortunately I didn't get them."

"I'll be completely out of food tomorrow after eating, let alone exchange for any exercises. Is there any kind-hearted person who will share two tasks with me? Let's split them into 20-80."

"Eighty percent to me?"

"Would you like to give you a slap?"

A group of people sighed, if this continues, they will really be squeezed dry by Xia Cheng.

Wang Jingjing just passed by after lunch, and said casually: "Isn't it just a task, we have a lot of colleges, if you don't find it troublesome, just go and have a look.

He took a lot of pills from home today and exchanged them for credits, just in time to see that the announcement board in the mission hall was full.

After listening to his words, many students' eyes lit up.

"Quickly check the school rules, can we go to their academy to do tasks."

"I found it, I found it, the theoretically possible task was issued to all Rongcheng Wu students and teachers.

"But if we go to grab the task like this, will we be provoked by the task? I'm afraid of being beaten."

"What are you afraid of, senior sister Ding is still working in the cafeteria, if you really can't, go together tomorrow."

"Go together, go together."

After the agreement was made, in the early morning of the next day, hundreds of students from the Zhanwu Academy left the campus aggressively and came to the opposite Zhanfa Academy.

The students of the School of Warfare that I met on the road were taken aback and hurriedly hid away.

But it was soon discovered that this group of people had no intention of doing anything, and went straight to the mission hall.

In the task hall in the morning, it seemed very deserted, only a few people stood in front of a huge LCD screen to choose the appropriate task.

Soon, the tranquility was broken, and hundreds of people flocked to it.

Quickly glanced at the full announcement column, and immediately showed excitement, rushed to the staff and said hurriedly:

"Hello, I want to accept the task!"

If you see repetitions, please refresh the previous chapter. I'm sorry, I have to post the foreshadowing content, otherwise the plot will not be connected.