After the bell rang for a while, Du Wei walked towards the dormitory.

At this time, the bathroom is looser and you don’t have to wait long to take a shower and change clothes, and then go for breakfast.

During the queue, Du Wei was always looking at some ancient graphic patterns on the wall.

I heard that these patterns are part of history, and the most conspicuous hexagonal star pattern represents arcane. Arcane is everything, knowledge and productivity, strength and achievement, and status!

"Every time is the last one, and it's time to delay."

Seeing that it was almost gone, Du Wei was still standing there in a daze, Uncle Sheguan was very unhappy.

"There will always be the last one, either I must be someone else. If you figure it out, you will find that forced bathing is a rule set by the hospital to eliminate the epidemic, so you are actually dissatisfied with the rules or just a itchy mouth. It's just that you didn't realize that you just turned the structure and essence upside down."

Du Wei said and went in.

Uncle Sheguan was half open and his face was questioning. Anyway, this little kid looked like a fool most of the time, but occasionally there were amazing words...

"No one does better in terms of abuse and deterrence of children than Madame Bovary. She can use all kinds of means to keep the unruly gangsters in order."

In the restaurant, the fat man who gave the meal would give Du Wei a little more soup every time. His characteristic is that he talks a lot, especially his admiration for Mrs. Bovary.

“Why?”

Du Wei first drank all the tomato soup, then looked at the fat man with a ignorant smile.

Finally, there was a young audience, which made the fat man very happy and decisively gave another spoon of soup. "Madame Bovary is really amazing, like that." He pointed to a 12-year-old boy in the distance: "That boy is amazing. He can easily steal silver coins from the police's pocket outside. But he dare not make trouble here."

In fact, the Fatty information had long expired. But this was not the point. Du Wei drank all the soup again and continued to look at him, indicating that I was listening.

The fat man gave another spoonful of nutritional soup and said, "Speak something quickly. They all said that you are crazy, but in fact I like to listen to you."

Du Wei said: "It is actually not difficult, or even easy to steal the police's silver coins. This is game logic. As long as you dare, it is not difficult, and the risks are controllable, because the police will not kill you casually. If he can easily steal the wallet of a gangster like him, he must be careful of him. That means he has emerged through the game and stood at the peak of the small food chain."

When the fat man thought, the little brat really had some tricks.

I originally wanted to give another spoonful of soup as a reward, but I found that Mrs. Baofari entered the restaurant, so I gave Du Wei a spoonful of soup: "Why do you have so many snacks? Come here all day to cheat food, how can you succeed?"

"oh."

Du Wei walked away with the back of his head. He was depressed that he didn't expect a variable to appear, otherwise the last spoonful of soup would have been successful.

I was beaten a little, but I was still grateful to the fat man in my heart. Apart from being nagging and showing off, he actually had no malice. His existence allowed Du Weidu to gain some nutrition, which was what saved his life.

Otherwise, I would have felt weak when I stood there, but now my body is recovering.

The fat man looked at Madame Bovary with admiration and walked up to him.

"I should have told you to be cautious when taking action against children under ten years old?" Mrs. Baofari looked at him maliciously.

The fat man hurriedly said, "Actually, it's not... I'm more familiar with him, and it means more joking, and it's to stop this guy from scamming the already nervous food. No one believes in me. He is good, but he will be fooled more than anyone else."

Considering the fat man's human nature, it was appropriate to say it. Mrs. Baofali didn't care anymore and looked at the little pickpocket in the distance and said, "You should pay more attention to him. Billy is the one who can easily steal the police wallet. Sometimes when you encounter a child who has no logic to argue with you, it means that you are distracting attention. Billy wants to steal things."

The fat man said: "It is not difficult or even easy to steal the police's silver coins. This is game logic and the risks are controllable, because the police will not kill you. If he can easily steal the wallet of a gangster like him, then he must be careful of him. It really means that he has emerged through the game and is standing at the peak of the small food chain. But overall, everything here is under my control."

Mrs. Baofari was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask, "Who taught you this logic?"

The fat man said: "This is the cognition that I have generated after my accumulation of experience."

"I watched you grow up here. Back then, I was still passionate and confident. I was determined to cultivate flowers and create at least one boy with my own hands. So I used all my connections to recommend you to the Arcana School... At that time, you had to have such a way of thinking. Maybe you could really be recommended to the Dadu Academy without being expelled from them, resulting in my face being lost."

Madame Bovary sighed and turned and left.

The fat man looked at her back heartlessly, with some memories. But then he didn't care anymore and had already accepted his fate. The chef who was a man could at least look down on the little kids here, or even pinch their fate.

"ah--"

There were bursts of surprises in the hall. The children knew for the first time that the chef turned out to be the legendary orphan of Dawn, a person who had officially entered the Arcane School.

"Even if he was fired for his poor performance, he would have been a brilliant person and would not have been reduced to work in an orphanage. Could it be that he truly loves Mrs. Baofari, and he left and came back to accompany his wife?"

The children were talking.

"This fat man is actually a big shot who almost graduated from the Provincial Arcane School?"

A purple-haired girl looked at Daoen and said to herself, her eyes full of envy.

Du Wei walked over, shook the purple-haired girl's arm and asked, "What is arcane? Can you get out of here after you learn it?"

"Do Wei, you are so long-winded... After the lights are turned off at night, you bring a fragrant big sausage to my dormitory to chat slowly. Don't stop me from thinking about the problem now."

The purple-haired girl is named Joanna, who is eleven years old and is Du Wei’s only friend here.

So, to get the task information, do you need a sausage?

Thinking of this, Du Wei turned his head to look at the fat man in the kitchen and fell into deep thoughts...

"Are you sure Joanna wants sausage from the kitchen, not the other ones?"

Dawn is repeatedly confirming.

The nine-year-old Du Wei said: "Wow, Mr. Dawn, why do you look so weird?"

Dawn's face turned slightly red, "Forget it, in order not to teach you badly, let's stop discussing this issue. But why should I give you sausages? This is definitely a top-notch, Madame Bovary's curry sausage. With the reputation of a chef: Master Dawn refuses to embezzle Madame Bovary's big sausages."

Du Wei didn't speak, and looked at him with a ignorant sign.

"Well, because you chose to communicate with me instead of stealing with his pickpocket, Master Dawn will help you this time."

The main reason was that Dawn felt that the child's expression was too weird, and he was under some difficulty in explaining it.

But it was not for nothing. Dawn looked full of exploitation and pointed to the messy places: "The condition is, please help me clean the place."

"Thank you Mr. Dawn."

At this point, Du Wei began to work.

Dawn lay down heartlessly, picked up the curry sausage dedicated to Mrs. Bovary and bit it with big mouthfuls.

At the same time, looking at Du Wei's every move, I felt that he was very organized and layered in his work. Even though he was not quick, he was very efficient.

"In the afternoon, I will make excuses to leave during class and come here to clean it, and I will definitely do it when I say it."

Du Wei wiped out his sweat, but he only completed half of the time despite taking advantage of the entire lunch break. Because the workload was so big, the fat man's kitchen was too messy.

Dawn rolled his eyes: "Today is a test, a summary of what you have learned in three months. If you give up the test for sausage and annoy Mrs. Bovary, you're probably useless."

“Is it a waste to take the test?”

Du Wei was very curious because he had not yet experienced the test in March.

"It can only be said that there is a glimmer of hope."

Dawn originally wanted to talk about "I am a successful example", but after thinking about it, even though he was once brilliant, he is now just a thirty-year-old fat man who is waiting to die. He seems to have nothing to show off, so he has no intention of speaking, and has taken another sip of sausage and a sip of dark beer, which is so pleasant.
Chapter completed!