As soon as Mi Shan returned to the hotel, she asked Greenhill to buy some paper, pen and ink for him.

"Sir, are you going to learn inscriptions?" He took a bunch of pens from the hotel owner, Mo Greenhill did not ask who Mi Shan wrote to.

First of all, Mishan wants a lot of paper, and secondly, there are not many people whom Mishan has just traveled to this world.

"No..." Mi Shan, who used the inscriptions of Azeroth to learn the paper on the table, complained that only the quill pen, showed a meaningful expression and said:

"I just think those stonemasons need a complete revolutionary action program."

"Revolutionary Action Program?" Greenhill, like Van Cliff, has never been exposed to this.

After all, World of Warcraft is a game that conforms to mainstream European and American values. These things that Mishanpi has come up with one go must not be available in the game.

"It is to overturn the action program of the ruling class like you." Mishan said casually.

"...Like me?" Greenhill was confused by Lord Mishan's words.

"The great lord of the Silver Knights is considered a ruling class," Mi Shan said.

"Well... I feel like I don't look like a ruling class..." Greenhill stammered.

"...uh, it seems to be..." Mi Shan remembered that the game character Green Hill had always been running around in the game.

The Paladins in the Secret Hall of Holy Light, who were nominally soldiers under Greenhill, did nothing except to praise Greenhill when she was passing by.

Perhaps this is just a reason why the game is not performing well and letting players have more things to do. If it is actually true, Green Hill, as the Great Lord, spends most of the day doing this and that.

"It's probably because the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility." Mi Shan comforted Greenhill, picked up the pen and was about to write something, and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong? Sir..." Greenhill asked immediately.

"I said, remember." Mi Shan made awkward move away from the position.

"Okay, sir." Greenhill, who didn't know why Mi Shan's expression was so awkward, sat obediently in his seat and picked up a pen and dipped it in the green ink grinded with the Demon Emperor Grass.

God knows why the residents of this game world clearly speak in Chinese, but the words look like English but are completely different.

More importantly, Mi Shan found that she knew this kind of text...but she couldn't write it out.

What a bad setting is this? Is the painless Star Man who throws himself into this real-life version of World of Warcraft?

With these complaints in his arms, Mi Shan told the story of what he could remember in his head, "The Declaration", "Programme" and even some movies and TV series.

Even some slogans that promote the concept of honor and disgrace and values ​​have been expressed.

The content that Mi Shan could remember when she returned these learned things to her teacher a long time ago was very broken.

The narration is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and sometimes duplicate content appears.

Fortunately, Greenhill was responsible for recording, and if ordinary paperworkers were probably going to overturn the table.

By the time Mi Shan racked her brains and couldn't think of an update, there was already a thick stack of paper on the table.

He picked up a picture of Mi Shan who looked at it casually and put it down and said, "Fortunately, my political class teacher is not here..."

Otherwise, I don’t know how long I will be punished to stand.

When he fell into the sadness of why he was not a top student, Greenhill, who was in charge of the record, asked Mishan in a very shocking tone:

"Sir, do you need my help to sort it out?"

"Can you sort it out? It's so messy..." Anyway, Mi Shan thought she couldn't sort out.

"Although it's very messy, there are even some inconsistencies." Greenhill said after considering the words: "But you can feel the greatness of these thoughts..."

Immediately afterwards, Green Hill's face showed a look of goosebumps on her face. She put the piece of paper that had just been written in her hand and had not yet dried. She put it on her chest and said:

"It is indeed a world where great men like you can be born."

"Stop and stop..." Mi Shan, who felt that she needed Gu Aotian's spirit to calm down passively, quickly stopped Greenhill and said: "I admit that this idea is great, but it has nothing to do with me."

"How could it not matter? It was clearly what you said by lord... If this idea could be spread in Azeroth, I believe countless people would be shocked by it." Greenhill said.

"I just know that in my hometown, most of these things have been taught in nine years of compulsory education, and the rest can be found online."

Mishan spread her hands and said, "And if these thoughts are really spread, are you sure I won't be beaten to death?"

"Even if it is to destroy the world! I will not let you suffer any harm!" Greenhill said immediately, as if she would rush to the center of the earth and detonate Azeroth in the next moment.

"Ah... Why do I feel so tired?" Mi Shan, who was increasingly envious of Gu Aotian, rubbed her eyebrows, feeling tired.

"Sir?" Greenhill showed a puzzled expression.

Mi Shan, who felt that she should explain carefully, dragged a chair from the corner of the room and sat down and said:

"The thoughts in these things I tell are indeed great, even in my hometown world."

"But because of its greatness and advanced nature, it cannot be recognized by everyone in my hometown world."

"And more importantly, this great idea was born in my hometown, and my hometown was not as strong as Azeroth where individual strength surpassed the national strength."

"So this kind of thinking, in Azeroth, has limitations."

"Limitations?" asked Greenhill, who listened to Mishan's explanation like a good baby.

"Well, limitations... In these materials, there is no analysis of the impact of individual strength transcendents on the development of productivity, production relations, and the ownership of means of production." Mishan also gave an example to Greenhill after he finished speaking:

"For example, if those stonemason brothers really do what I said, a strong man like you can easily smooth them out by himself."

"I won't do that..." Greenhill said.

"But in fact, you and I have done it. Remember the Death Mine." Mi Shan blocked Greenhill back with one sentence.

"At least I won't do this now." Greenhill was a little embarrassed.

Well... the destruction of the Defia Brotherhood in the Death Mine twice in a row, which is the behavior of the normal historical masonry Brotherhood, is a real memory for Greenhill.

"I'm just an example, and more importantly, you and I know that with the development of the plot, Azeroth will soon enter a time of disaster." Mi Shan said with a hint of memories of his past game career:

"In an environment that concerns the survival of race and even the survival of the world, ideological highland and class struggle are not very important."

"What's your way?" Greenhill showed a puzzled expression.

"I was just very happy to be sneered, and I really couldn't stand them, as the glorious working class, they were trapped by their own limitations, and even if they were rebellious, they could turn themselves into new things that would be the reactionary." Mi Shan said with a smile.

"..." Greenhill showed a slight waver, but immediately, this slight waver became a more firm belief:

“No matter what you want to do, I will support you to the end.”

"Sleep, go to bed, so late, you can do whatever you want to modify those things according to your ideas." Mishan, who is already used to the form of Green Hill's loyal dog, stood up and planned to sleep.

"Okay, sir." Greenhill also stood up and took off his clothes.

"..." Mi Shan thought that she should change her surname to Liu.
Chapter completed!