A small mountain of food had piled up around Na'er, and dishes were still being served in a continuous stream.
Xu Lizhi also noticed the "meat mountain" in front of Na'er, his eyes instantly widening into circles, looking at her as if she were a celestial being.
"God!"
Na'er raised an eyebrow, picked up a golden-roasted leg, and swallowed it whole—meat and bone together. She glanced at his tray and said in a breezy tone, "It's barely enough to pad my stomach."
As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell silent for half a second. The students couldn't help but mutter—Na'er could eat so much, could she really be a dragon?
Tang Wulin also looked over enviously and swallowed hard; he also wanted to eat so much delicious food. But his appetite wasn't as good as before... Ye Xinglan and Xu Lizhi joining the class hadn't caused any ripples.
Perhaps if this happened in other grades, everyone would feel that two future rivals had arrived.
But in Arthur's class.
It was just two more workers.
In the classroom, Ye Xinglan's tone was incredulous: "What do you mean there's only one group?!"
Arthur explained, "Literally. The entire First Year Class One is one big group. Everyone works together toward the goal of having a set of Battle Armor per person within two years."
He pointed to the students not far away who had started discussing heatedly again. "The Design Team is responsible for the blueprints, the Forging Group is responsible for the Materials, and the Manufacturing Team builds the Battle Armor. The Repair Group... stands by; they go wherever there's a shortage of people."
Ye Xinglan was stunned. She had originally thought it would be a small team model with a few people per group, but she hadn't expected Arthur to play it so big.
Beside her, Xu Lizhi's eyes lit up. "This is pretty good... It's lively with more people, and the food tastes better too..."
Ye Xinglan glared at him fiercely, then turned back to Arthur, her brow still furrowed. "Then how is the division of labor calculated? What if someone slacks off?"
"Slack off? Humph." Arthur shouted, "Classmates, what happens if someone slacks off?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the noise in the entire classroom paused for a beat, followed by waves of roars rising one after another.
"Deduct all their contribution points!"
"Blast their ass!"
"That's too easy on them! Punish them by letting Sister Na'er crush them to death!"
Ye Xinglan was shaken by this display. Looking at the Faces full of fighting spirit, she suddenly understood that Arthur wasn't just shouting empty slogans; he had truly united this group of freshmen.
This was also the first time she had seen such a united class after staying in Shrek Academy for so long.
Xu Lizhi couldn't help but add, "And... punish them by not allowing them to join the eating party!"
"So, what are your two sub-professions?" Arthur looked at the two of them and began the formal process.
Ye Xinglan subconsciously straightened her back, her tone carrying a bit of pride: "Rank four Maker."
Arthur went along with her, saying in surprise, "Oh, impressive. We're just lacking talent like you."
Although the Forging Group had the fewest members, with him there, and Gu Yue leading the design side.
What they lacked most were actually Makers.
"Then, Student Xu, what about you?"
Xu Lizhi scratched his round head. "I've roughly reached Rank four in Mecha Repair."
"Repair, huh..."
Arthur had a Face full of disappointment. "The Rank is high enough, but it's not very useful."
"Just help out the Manufacturing Team as an assistant."
Wu Siduo from the Repair Group had an unfriendly look in her eyes. "Hmm?"
Na'er, on the other hand, gave a silly, foolish giggle. "Hehehe."
...Class started, and Arthur slipped away on time, but this time he wasn't going to annoy Cai Yueer.
He had a clear goal, heading straight for the Shrek City Blacksmith Association.
"Where did the Class Monitor go?"
A student asked in confusion.
Tang Wulin, who knew a bit about it, thought for a moment and replied, "He should be out foraging."
"Foraging? Didn't he just finish eating?"
"You'll know tonight." Tang Wulin said mysteriously, "Get ready, tonight is going to be exhausting."
...The Blacksmith Association in Shrek City welcomed its natural enemy.
Arthur swaggered inside.
He pulled out a sack and began foraging.
Every piece of metal he saw along the way was thrown into the sack by Arthur without a second thought.
"Clang, clatter..."
The crisp sound of metal clashing didn't stop in the association hall, startling the staff member in charge into suddenly looking up.
Arthur carried the half-person-high sack on his shoulder, walking with a powerful stride. As he passed the shelves, he flicked his wrist, and several bundles of Refined Iron ingots and two pieces of Darksteel ore were swept into the bag. His movements were as casual as if he were in his own home.
"Hey! Student! What are you doing!" The staff member finally reacted and hurriedly rushed forward to stop him. "These are the association's reserve Materials; you can't just take them!"
Arthur didn't even look back. He pulled out the Sea Gods Pavilion Token and shook it, his voice loud enough for the whole hall to hear: "Put it on the tab! Put it on the Sea Gods Pavilion's tab! Later, have your president ask the Holy Spirit Douluo for the money!"
The staff member was intimidated.
His hand froze in mid-air, his eyes fixed on the Sea Gods Pavilion Token in Arthur's hand, the words stuck in his throat.
What kind of place was the Sea Gods Pavilion? It was an existence that could influence the entire continent, not to mention the title of Holy Spirit Douluo. In the entire Federation, who would dare not give her Face?
At this moment, a familiar voice came over.
"Brat, the way you're robbing this place is exactly like that old fellow."
Mu Chen walked over.
The staff member immediately bowed his head. "President."
Mu Chen waved his hand. "Go on, I'll take over here."
"Teacher?" Arthur said in surprise, "Why are you here? No, how did you become the president here?"
"What about the Eastsea Association?"
"I was just transferred over." Mu Chen glared. "What, is there a problem?"
The reason why Mu Chen had taken the initiative to transfer here was very simple.
He was lonely.
Not to mention his daughter had long since come to Shrek Academy, his disciple had also come this year. Then his good buddy Agravaine, in order to protect Arthur, had also come to take a post at the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters in Shrek City.
Only his wife was left to accompany him.
But that was exactly the most terrifying part!
Unable to take it, Mu Chen directly chose to transfer to Shrek City.
Arthur immediately gave a "hehe" smile and leaned forward, sycophantically helping Mu Chen pat off non-existent dust. "How could there be a problem! Teacher, you are so capable; being transferred to Shrek City to be the president is well-deserved!"
Mu Chen crossly swatted his hand away and pointed at the half-person-high sack on the ground, his eyes twitching. "Stop the smooth talk! Tell me, what do you want so many Materials for? Are you planning to empty out my association?"
"How could I!" Arthur said with a laugh, pointing at the sack and then at himself. "Home use, it's all for home use."
A group of kids were waiting for him to feed them.
"Besides, the money will be paid." Arthur toyed with the Sea Gods Pavilion Token in his hand. "When the time comes, Teacher, you can just go to Ya Li for reimbursement."
Using Shrek's money to raise his future troops was a very good deal.
Mu Chen sighed helplessly and reached out to tap Arthur's forehead. "Fine, take the Materials, just remember not to slack off on your Forging practice."
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