But Nalan Qiuxue frowned tightly when she looked at Watson. Like everyone else, she also wanted to know why Watson would rather go to Yunqi Temple to do coolies.

Don’t you want to stay in the academy?

Otherwise, the two of them would not have separated due to some misunderstanding.

Thinking of this, she even became a little angry. She even wanted to beat this guy up with her hands. No, she had to beat him twice to relieve her anger.

Watson looked at the group of monks in the square who were not much older than himself and laughed.

Grinning, he said: "It seems that you all want to know the reason for this? I might as well tell you that it is actually very simple. Just like Sister Xiaoxue said, I never had a full meal in the academy."

Seeing the stunned expressions of Murong Lengyan and Nalan Qiuxue, Watson sighed softly.

Just this sigh was like a sharp sword piercing Nalan Qiuxue's chest, and also pierced the hearts of a group of young men. It even made Zhu Jiuzhong in the hall slam his chair.

He said coldly: "What a academy!"

Xiaoxue stretched out her hand and held Watson's hand, frowning and saying, "It's too disgusting, they let my brother starve."

"I don't believe how the academy can let its disciples starve, even if you were just a handyman at that time!"

Nalan Qiuxue shouted loudly: "You are not allowed to insult the academy here, even if you have left, even if you no longer admit that you are a disciple of the academy."

Murong Lengyan disagreed, but said coldly: "Continue."

Looking quietly at the young man sitting in the pavilion, Murong Lengyan couldn't figure out when the academy had let its disciples go hungry?

"You don't believe it? You can go back and ask the handyman disciples who are still practicing in the academy?!"
Chapter completed!