38.【How does the teacher calculate the pregnancy cycle?】2
[Teacher, how do you calculate the fertilization cycle?] 2
Mo Xuan subconsciously looked at the podium drawing board again, and even she was stunned by this look.
There was the word "pregnancy" there. On the entire podium drawing board, from the top left corner to the bottom right corner, Mo Xuan scanned several articles carefully. Not to mention the word "pregnancy", even the topic was "Feng".
Horses and cows are irrelevant.
Mo Xuan's ears felt hot for a while, and the eyes of her teachers and classmates were like knives, which almost made her lose her mind.
The lecturer seemed not to have expected that Mo Xuan would ask this question, but due to his good manners, the lecturer did not blame Mo Xuan for not paying attention to the lecture, nor did he blame him for the lively changes in the lecture.
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At this moment, the bell rang, and it was time to finish class. The students lazily packed up their textbooks and left, with many unpleasant words mixed in.
But Mo Xuan doesn't care about that.
She wanted to put her head on her chest and cover her face.
Although she was quite open-minded and thick-skinned, it was really embarrassing to ask questions that had nothing to do with the subject in class in front of so many classmates, and still asked such shameless questions!
After all the classmates left, Moxuan, Yu Tongman and Zou Yiling were left, and Moxuan sadly picked up her textbook and walked down from the seat.
"This classmate, would you like to talk to the teacher?" When they passed the podium, the three of them realized that the teacher had not left yet.
The teacher's words made Mo Xuan tremble subconsciously, and she quickly looked up.
He is about forty years old, a college teacher, and has a handsome demeanor. He really looks like a flower for a forty man, just like Mo Binxin.
Maybe she knew Mo Binxin’s methods too well! Seeing the male teacher’s smiling face, Mo Xuan suddenly felt a great sense of resentment and anger, and she wanted to slap him.
No, no, Mo Xuan tried her best to suppress the anger that was about to explode. She subconsciously clenched her hands into fists, and the nails clenched into her palms almost dug into her flesh.
"Classmate?" When the teacher saw the girl whose expression suddenly changed, his guess was somewhat confirmed.
Alas!~~What a beautiful age! A girl as tender and tender as a flower, has she suffered another cruelty?
The teacher was very angry that Mo Binxin, who was also a teacher, had turned out to be a scumbag like Mo Binxin, so he felt a little bad when he heard Mo Xuan subconsciously ask such a question when he was not listening carefully.
Is there a shameless flower-picking teacher in our school? And he only picks delicate and beautiful flowers?
"We're fine, thank you teacher for your concern!" Yu Tongman held Mo Xuan's hand, glanced at the teacher sideways, and left quickly with Zou Yiling, carrying Mo Xuan.
"Wait a minute..." There's obviously something wrong, a big problem. Mo Xuan can't even walk anymore? Could it be that...
When the teacher saw the three girls leaving, he couldn't help but stop them and said: "You are still young. If you don't understand something, don't try it. You must learn to protect yourself." The teacher originally wanted to use his brain to give some advice to today's young people.
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But when it comes to talking about the Eight Classics, it's not as smooth as a lecture. I just picked up a few random sentences.
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