"Aren''t you afraid?"


    Wang Jian looks at Tong Lao with great interest.


    Hearing this, Tong laowen turned his lips and looked at Wang Jian unhappily. He said, "why should I be afraid? Isn''t this a challenging thing?"


    With that, Tong looked at the poisonous weeds all over the sky and murmured to himself, "understanding this is equivalent to understanding more than half of the poisonous weeds in the world. It''s much easier than finding poisonous weeds all over the world, which is hard to please..."


    Wang Jian couldn''t help but wonder. Sure enough, the thinking of these big men engaged in research is different from that of ordinary people.


    He glanced at the whole medicine garden. The corner of his mouth turned slightly up, and his heart suddenly became comfortable.


    This medicine garden is finally beginning to produce some interesting things.


    ……


    "Hiss! Why are you so big? "


    Just after returning to the land from the island in the middle of the lake, before Wang Jian had a firm foothold, a calf like figure suddenly rushed towards him, just like a roaring chariot.


    The chariot fell down... Bah! After the Golden Lion knocked him down, he had a big kiss.


    Well, maybe it''s not appropriate to say it''s a kiss. To be more precise, it should be a lick.


    Wang Jian touched the saliva on his face without expression, and then looked at the golden lion in front of him.


    After more than half a month''s absence, he seems to have grown fat again, but his virtue has not changed.


    A good soul beast overlord looked at him innocently like a husky, spitting out his tongue and panting in front of him, and his tail swayed from side to side like an electric motor.


    "Tut!"


    Wang Jian reached out and rubbed this guy''s head. The Golden Lion closed his eyes without any soul beast and enjoyed the touch of a human being.


    "Alas, Dean of the hospital?"


    At this time, a figure came running all the way from a distance, looking at the scene in front of him and looking at Wang Jian in a daze. He was surprised and surprised. Obviously, he didn''t know that Wang Jian had come back.


    Wang Jian looked at the visitor and said to him unexpectedly, "Song Yi?"


    Song Yilian said, "what can I do for you, Dean?"


    Wang Jian looks up and down at him, while the Golden Lion squats beside him and stands on the same front with Wang Jian, looking at Song Yi.


    "It seems to be class time now, isn''t it? What are you doing here? "


    Song Yi''s face became strange. Then he took a look at the Golden Lion beside Wang Jian, pointed to the Golden Lion and said with a dry smile, "I''m looking for it."


    "Rhubarb?"


    "Ah... Yes! Yes


    Wang Jian heard the name, Song Yi could not help but make complaints about his eyes, but he was in Tucao.


    What the hell''s the name of NIMA!


    In the course "detailed explanation of soul beast in Douluo mainland", he once heard about the introduction of golden lion. This kind of soul beast has the top blood in the world of soul beast, and even has the potential to break through and become a soul beast for 100000 years.


    You... You named him rhubarb?!


    No matter what, I have to call... King!


    Song Yi, also known as incompetent, doesn''t realize his shortcomings at all. Instead, he is slightly gratified that he is a little better than the president in this respect.


    "You want him? What can I do for him? "


    Wang Jian feels strange and frowns at Song Yi.


    Seeing this, Song Yi knew that Wang Jian didn''t know the reason, and even said hastily, "well, the President..."


    "After you left, we handed over the responsibility for the life of the golden lion to our intermediate class. We took turns to take care of it for one day and take charge of its board and lodging. Today it''s my turn."


    "Excrement shoveling officer?"


    Wang Jian make complaints about his face.


    Song Yi was stunned, and then he said, "that''s probably what happened."


    "Cough, it''s hard for you."


    Wang Jian felt a little embarrassed. He patted Song Yi on the shoulder and was deeply moved. What a group of good students.


    "Now that I''ve come back, you can go back to class first. I''ll take care of this guy."


    "Then I''ll go first."


    Watching Song Yi go away, Wang Jian looks back at the silly Golden Lion next to him again and says, "I didn''t expect you to become an uncle. No wonder you grow so fast. Is it all fat on your body?"


    Wang Jian extended his foot and gently kicked the golden lion. Then he saw that there was a layer of fat on the guy''s waist.


    The Golden Lion didn''t realize his fatness. He stretched out his tongue and looked at Wang Jian.


    ……


    Time has entered a gentle passage, with the autumn to winter, the climate has become more and more cold.


    However, because Tianxing soul teacher college is located at the junction of North and south, there is not much bleak feeling of winter. There are still lush plants around, covered with frost like snow.


    It was February, and the college was empty. Without the students in a hurry, there was no one in the classroom.


    It''s winter break.


    All soul teacher colleges in the whole mainland have a unified holiday, which is divided into two parts every year. One is the winter holiday in February, and the other is the summer holiday in August. Each of the two holidays has a month.


    Whenever this time is the quietest time of the ghost school, it is as empty as a ghost town.


    Wang Jian stands quietly in his bedroom, and then overlooks the forest sea in the distance, which is one of the four tallest towers in the back campus, with a vast view.


    He stood in the window, facing the cold wind, like a Chimonanthus praecox in the wind and snow, proud and independent, looking at the wind and snow frost as nothing, but with a touch of sadness.


    Although Douluo mainland has a similar period with the previous life, there are no similar festivals, such as Mid Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and Spring Festival.


    There is a harvest day to celebrate the harvest, a national day to celebrate the founding of the Empire, and a God''s grace day to commemorate the founding of the wuhundian.


    But after counting all the festivals, none of them is related to reunion, which makes Wang Jian feel confused and can''t help stretching out a touch of light missing.


    "It''s February. It used to be spring festival."


    Wang Jian murmured to himself.


    However, in this strange world, which is not even foreign, he did not feel the expectation and slight tension of his previous life.


    At this time in the past, when buying new year''s goods, pasting the word "Fu" and hanging the Spring Festival couplets, everyone was busy living for the new year''s Eve. There was always a feeling of excitement and urgency. But now there is only a sense of emptiness and loneliness in his heart.


    "I''m a stranger in a foreign land alone. I think twice of my relatives every festival. I think twice of my relatives..."


    Wang Jian suddenly sighed, then closed the window, went back to his desk in the bedroom and began to work at his desk.


    In a corner of the campus, Shen Xin and Dai mubai in a corridor saw this scene and looked at each other silently.