Chapter 205 Zhu Zhuqing's Schooling Experience

In Xingluo City, more and more production soul masters are becoming increasingly nervous due to the increasingly tense environment, although the authorities' Wuhun Hall put out the troublemakers in a short time after the situation developed.

However, gossip and all kinds of outrageous rumors are slowly corroding the minds of these hardworking people.

In the rest area on the corner outside the workshop, several craftsmen are drinking iced drinks and talking about the latest news.

They are sitting on a wooden bench, behind them is a row of colorful signs with the names and prices of various soul guides and accessories.

The workers are holding glass cups in their hands, filled with drinks squeezed from ice cubes and fruits, exuding a cool aroma.

They all have tired and worried looks on their faces, and their eyes glance around from time to time, fearing that any danger will suddenly appear.

"Another evil soul master was caught during the inspection today. When will this mess end? I finally made some money but now I have to deal with all these troubles."

A worker with rough but clean clothes complained with a dull face.

He is a middle-aged man with a strong body, gray hair and deep wrinkles on his face. He is a forging soul master who specializes in making shells and parts for soul guides.

There are many burns and scratches on his hands, proving his years of hard work.

"Alas, what do you think these evil soul masters are thinking? Don't they just want to change the status quo? But what they are doing will only make things worse. If they anger the Spirit Hall, not only will they die miserably, but they will also implicate innocent people like us," another echoed.

"Your workshop is still good, but the fuel was tampered with. That idiot looks like he has never worked before, and he actually wants to ignite charcoal casually, hahahahaha!"

The worker laughed and tears came out.

He is a specializing in textile spirits. His shuttle spirit can help him efficiently produce all kinds of high-quality cloth and clothes.

The workshop where he works is just opposite the rest area on the corner of the street, but now it is a charred mess. Watching the fruits of his hard work turn into ashes, he felt extremely sad.

"Don't worry, Charlie. When the spirit hall's patrol catches the mastermind, they can claim compensation for the cloth in your workshop," a friend beside him comforted him.

"But when will that be? What if the workshop is gone?" Thinking of this, everyone fell silent.

At this time, a dark voice came from the corner, "If there are more orders, don't you have to worry about the survival of the workshop?"

This voice has a magical power that makes the workers repeat this sentence together.

After exerting the influence, the mysterious man disappeared at the corner of the street, and the workers came back to their senses and continued to talk.

"If there are more orders, don't you have to worry about the survival of the workshop?" One of them started talking, and the surrounding workers immediately echoed this.

"But where can we get so many orders? Now we have to choose from the remaining ones in the power workshop. Alas, the orders are getting fewer and fewer."

"It's all the fault of the power workshop!" A burly worker knocked hard on the seat. It was Olaf, the blacksmith before.

"They took the majority, and they didn't let us have a share! They also deliberately lowered the price to steal our customers!"

"Someone wants to kill us all!"

Olav's words aroused a wave of indignation and hatred.

People around him stood up one after another to express their support and approval.

Some people showed resentment and madness in his eyes, and some people ignited the desire for violence and revenge.

A induced trend of thought began to gradually spread in the workshop area.

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In the other side of the Little Samsara Academy, Zhu Zhuqing was holding a booklet with a tangled face and asking Ning Rongrong for advice.

"Senior Rongrong, how do you solve this problem?" She pointed to a complex equation on the booklet, her eyes revealing helplessness and confusion.

Ning Rongrong got the answer "fill in 4" with a glance.

"But how did you calculate this?" Zhu Zhuqing was twisted. She had never suffered such a big loss since she was a child, and she had never suffered such a big loss from Zhu Zhuyun. She stared at Ning Rongrong unwillingly, hoping to find a flaw in her beautiful face.

Ning Rongrong sighed slightly and patiently guided Zhu Zhuqing, a confused little girl, to solve the problem. She explained the principles and steps of the equation in simple language and diagrams so that Zhu Zhuqing could follow her train of thought.

Mu Zhe, who was sitting on the podium, looked at Zhu Zhuqing's struggling little face and felt proud in his heart. Let you fish and show off. Now you know how powerful it is, right?

Mu Zhe showed off his skills in the grilled fish after fishing. Not to mention that the fish was really delicious.

But looking at the intentional or unintentional showing off of the natural black Zhu Zhuqing, Mu Zhe still had a nameless anger running around, so Mu Zhe completely changed the original step-by-step teaching plan.

Zhu Zhuqing, a kitten whose current education level is the same as Zhang Yu (illiterate), was directly assigned to the same class as Ning Rongrong.

Mu Zhe secretly thought, there are more courses waiting for you later, kitten.

Zhu Zhuqing's arrival injected new vitality into the Small Samsara Academy. This kitten from a wealthy family lost its previous arrogance and pretentiousness in the social training, and became more enthusiastic and energetic.

This temperament mixed from the two worlds of the market and the aristocracy made Zhu Zhuqing quickly become one of the focuses. Of course, this also had a lot to do with her mathematical talent that made Ning Rongrong despair.

What's the old saying? If life deceives you, don't be sad, because if you can't do math, you can't.

Zhu Zhuqing, who broke through the limits between life and death and realized new abilities, seemed to be wandering between life and death every minute after coming to the Small Samsara Academy.

The words from Mu Zhe's mouth were like hypnotic soul skills that made Maomao drowsy. Whenever she came back to her senses and looked at the blackboard, a whole page had already been written!

Zhu Zhuqing could only try his best to remember every word Mu Zhe said, hoping to understand it after memorizing it by rote.

She is not willing to be cared for by her classmates like this. She wants to prove to everyone that she is also capable.

Although what Mu Zhe said is indeed true, studying helps to grow spiritually. Recently, Zhu Zhuqing found that he was practicing the state of stimulating instincts for a longer period of time, but the price seemed to be that he always had an inexplicable itching head recently.

In Ning Rongrong's words, "Don't worry, you are starting to grow a brain and you won't feel uncomfortable soon."

Zhu Zhuqing still can't forget Ning Rongrong's playful expression after saying this while pretending to be serious.

At that time, she was so ashamed and angry that she wanted to rush up and bite her, but she did not dare to offend this good sister who was kind and affectionate to her.

She could only shake her head helplessly and continue to study hard.

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