Aren’t those professions that are despised and despised?

The students were slightly upset, but Yang Zheng did not give them a chance to ask questions and continued to talk.

"And you must learn to cooperate. You are a team. Remember that this team is a whole, even if you have conflicts for one or another because of this reason," said Yang Zheng's eyes slightly swept the rebellious boy and Madi, and then said: "But in battle, you must be the closest comrades in your hands and can sacrifice for each other at any time, because when fighting enemies that are much stronger than yourself, your personal strength is weak. If you do not have that kind of close cooperation mentality, or if you betray your comrades in battle and run away alone, then congratulations, you may be the object of abandonment next time."

Yang Zheng's words were something these students had never heard of.

These are the experiences accumulated by Yang Zheng in leading the army or from daily battles. Whether these students listen or not, they will find that these are wealth in the future. Perhaps a sentence today may save his life in the future.

"Okay, I'll say so much. I'll prepare dinner first, everyone can experience it." Yang Zheng knew that it was impossible to let this group of students understand what he meant in his words at once. Some things were not based on words, but on long-term accumulation. Even himself had developed a keen consciousness and extremely rich combat experience from countless battles.

Looking at Yang Zheng's back as he left, Catherine fell into deep thought.

Kamon spat gently: "The guy who pretends to behave."

After dinner, the trial team seemed a little abnormal today. Normally, after a day of busy life, everyone would relax and make fun of each other. After all, they were a group of young boys and girls, with lively and active personalities. However, after dinner today, many students sat alone on their faces, showing a thoughtful look that only appeared during the exam.

Even Norriman and the rebellious boys didn't want to tease their classmates, and they sat by the fire and didn't know what to think.

Perhaps. Yang Zheng shocked them today too much.

Although those words fighting like thieves and assassins are a bit rebellious.

However, some of the things that Yang Zheng showed today allowed them to see the other side of the alchemist. It turned out that the alchemist could be so powerful. With the raising of his hand, a high-level mage made him extremely embarrassed.

No matter how despicable and obscene the method Yang Zheng used was, he won, and there was no doubt about it.

Who stipulates that slime reagents should not be used in battle, chili powder should not be used, or super glue should not be used. They often use these things when they make pranks, but no one thought about using them in battle.

Moreover, these things are still light. If they were replaced with some potions that could be refined by intermediate and advanced alchemists, Madi might have been knocked down long ago.

Usually, except for Norriman, everyone in the team thinks that Madi is the strongest. None of them dares to challenge Madi. Madi is even an idol of many alchemy students. Now the idol is easily defeated by a chef, which makes them feel very ridiculous.

What exactly is the real battle?

This question also appeared in Catherine's mind.

She walked towards Yang Zheng, who was sleeping under a tree. Under the moonlight, Yang Zheng's side face was clearly angular. Although he was not the kind of handsome man who was eye-catching, he was very attractive. Every word and every action of his is full of masculine, as if a man should be like him, strong, sharp, straightforward, as quiet as a virgin, and as moving as a rabbit.

This is the type of man Katherine has never met.

Because men in the Southern Continent practice magic much, they basically do not exercise normally. If they do not exercise for a long time, they are all feminine. In this overall environment, the aesthetics tend to be feminine. Many men are feminine in their actions, speak sharply and do things slowly.

Either a man like Kamon is too extreme, he is bold and rude.

Yang Zheng is different. He doesn't talk much and doesn't pretend to be bold, but what he asks him to do is very straightforward and perfectly.

He didn't smile much, even a little cold. When he thought of Yang Zheng's cold words and ruthless look in the swamp, Catherine was a little angry. But as soon as he smiled, it seemed as if the world would warm up. The care that occasionally showed would inadvertently touch the people around him. With him by his side, Catherine felt stable.

Now looking at his quiet sleeping face, as clean as a child.

It seems that the whole world has nothing to do with him.

Katherine couldn't help but want to pinch his face: "Damn it, I can still sleep at this time."

But after thinking about this, Catherine still brought a blanket and carefully covered Yang Zheng.

Then he sat down next to Yang Zheng and quietly leaned against the big tree.

Due to the fatigue during the day, the camp was soon filled with all kinds of sleeping breathing sounds.

Catherine just wanted to lean on her, but when she closed her eyes, she fell asleep. She didn't know how much she had gone

Perhaps because of her nervousness and overwork, she did many strange and straight sleeps lightly. She felt a little subtle movement and opened her eyes.

It was still dark around.

She was covered with a blanket... Hey... Isn't this the one she covered for Yang Zheng last night? Seeing that there was no one around her, she stood up and looked around, and a figure was squatting not far away and moving.

Catherine got up and walked towards him.

When he was more than ten meters away, the man turned around and showed an apology: "Sorry, I'm waking you up."

Catherine shook her head and continued to walk to him, finding him breaking out pieces of cooked animal meat with a knife.

"You go to bed for a while, it's still early." Yang Zheng looked tired when he saw Catherine.

"I won't sleep anymore, why are you getting up so early?" It's just before dawn, and the surroundings are still very dark.

Yang Zheng kept chopping the meat and said casually: "I'm used to it. In the past, the army... "Hey," he suddenly realized that he had missed his mouth, and suddenly stopped, shook his head, and didn't say anything.

But Catherine noticed Yang Zheng's unintentional words and showed an interesting look: "So you have joined the army."

Yang Zheng said kindness gently, without saying anything more.

"No wonder you look different from ordinary people," Catherine suddenly found Yang Zheng's somewhat uneasy look, and her voice became quiet: "I'm sorry, little dad, I shouldn't have asked so much."

Perhaps because she hasn't woken up yet, Catherine seems particularly gentle.

Yang Zheng smiled and touched her head: "It's nothing, it's just a long time ago, so I don't want to mention it anymore. Do you want to eat meat?"

Yang Zheng picked the best lean meat with his other hand.

Feeling Yang Zheng’s gentle movements, Catherine’s eyes turned red slightly. She hugged Yang Zheng’s arm and whispered: “Little Dad, feed me.”

Why did you call Xiao Dad again? Yang Zheng was a little embarrassed. He originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Catherine's eyes red, he remembered her miserable childhood, but his heart softened and sent the piece of meat to Catherine's open mouth.

While chewing the meat, Catherine leaned her head against Yang Zheng's arm.

After a while, Yang Zheng felt more and more wetness on his arms, and asked with some concern: "What's wrong with you? Don't cry."

"I'm happy, don't worry."

Happy? It's really hard for women to figure out. Yang Zheng couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

After a while, Yang Zheng coughed: "Catherine, I'm going to cook, and the students will wake up soon."

Oh, wiped the tears clean on Yang Zheng's clothes, and Catherine looked up and saw that her eyes were still red and swollen, but her voice was deliberately lowered and she was very excited: "Little Dad, can you teach me how to cook?"

"Yes, but Catherine, you... don't call me little dad... let's hear..."

“…”

"Okay, okay, don't cry, you shout, shout."

"Thank you little dad."

...

"Breakfast, everyone get up and have breakfast, fresh and delicious breakfast, little lazy pigs, get up quickly." Catherine walked around the camp with a big pot, kicking here and there, waking up all the students who were still sleeping.

The students yawned one by one, and were stunned when they saw Catherine's elated look.

He murmured in a low voice: "Strange, why did the teacher be so happy today? He picked up Paula."

"Madi, you worked so hard yesterday. The teacher rewarded you with a bowl of jade white jade soup."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Ah, teacher, I want it too."

"I want it, too."

"Okay, okay, everyone has it, everyone has it. Don't worry, there is a big pot there, so I can ensure that everyone has enough to eat well." Catherine shared the soup in the pot with everyone while speaking.

Each of the students was given a bowl of steaming white soup.

Only Yang Zheng leaned against the tree alone, looking at the students with a wicked smile.

A student picked up the bowl and swallowed it in one bite of hot soup...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Ahem, is this poison?"

"Teacher, what is Edward doing today?"

"My stomach hurts, ah, I'm going to die... Pastor Linda, come and help me..."

With the sound of a frying pan in the camp, Catherine was black and her face became more and more gloomy. Finally, she smashed the pan to the ground and screamed: "Bastard, I made breakfast. The teacher worked hard and got up before dawn, so I got up to make breakfast for you. Are you repaying the teacher's hard work? Everyone drank the soup for me, but if I didn't drink it, all the graduation exams failed."
Chapter completed!