Both Hu Huan and Ling Xiao were stunned and watched the aunt leave.
"Is this aunt also a professional?"
"That's right? I didn't feel any spiritual fluctuations in her body."
Hu Huan whispered: "I didn't feel it either. Is her spiritual power too unpredictable and I'm too weak to sense it?"
Ling Xiao nodded, she thought so too.
Hu Huan stood up and pulled Ling Xiao up. Ling Xiao's little hand was held by Hu Huan, very docilely, without any resistance at all.
After the two had dinner, Ling Xiao suggested going shopping. It was not until seven or eight o'clock in the evening that Hu Huan sent Ling Xiao to her house and strolled back to the Modern Literature Museum leisurely.
This time, Hu Huan entered his dormitory without any delay, recited a mantra and disappeared into the room.
Entering the space of the mysterious conch, Hu Huan sat on the antique sofa, reached out and tapped lightly, and a notebook opened in front of him.
With Tianyan Shu, his reading speed was dozens of times faster than before, and he quickly finished reading a notebook.
Hu Huan changed a book and finished reading it again in ten minutes.
The contents of the entire notebook can be displayed on the empty desktop, and some daily routines that have nothing to do with research, as well as the directions of failure marked, can be completely ignored.
When he encounters a key note, the corresponding memory fragments will pop up in his mind, and he can understand the essence of the content without having to read it himself.
Hu Huan's speed in reading the third notebook increased slightly.
One point. After the memory of Tianyanshu was integrated into the notes that were originally difficult to read, he became knowledgeable and able to draw inferences from one instance. The more he read, the deeper Hu Huan's understanding of Tianyanshu became.
What Hu Huan mainly read were the notes of Huang Shizhi, one of the Three Saints of Taiping. He had a mysterious origin, practiced both Buddhism and Taoism, and was also proficient in overseas thaumaturgy. He once worked as a librarian in the Vatican and a wizard in the oldest clan in Africa.
, is also proficient in South American spells, has profound knowledge, and is rich in knowledge. He is an unparalleled genius.
His research notes often have unconstrained and eclectic ideas. He may even have seven or eight different ideas for the same problem. Each idea will be studied extremely profoundly, elucidating subtleties that no one has seen before.
Although Hu Huan deliberately ignored this senior's daily life essays, he still inevitably saw a lot of Huang Shizhi's Nissan life.
This man was an ascetic monk in his early years. Later, he didn't know what went wrong. Suddenly he saw everything about the world clearly and began to live wildly. He especially loved learning foreign languages from European and American ladies.
There is even a record that even though Hu Huan had a glimpse of it, he was still deeply impressed. Huang Shizhi once improvised a fourteen-line English poem, starting from praising his temporary English teacher, a British countess, from the outside to the inside.
Each word is moved, long sentences are moved quickly, and short sentences are increased in intensity. A total of 14,000 words, more than 14,000 moves...
Hu Huan read all night. When he reached the thirty-fourth notebook, his eyebrows suddenly jumped and he couldn't help but feel dizzy. Knowing that his energy was too much, he leaned on the sofa and took a nap.
Hazy and full of sleepiness.
Hu Huan vaguely felt that he was being hugged, and a pair of hands couldn't help caressing him up and down, touching every inch of his body...the furry fur.
Hu Huan opened her eyes slightly and saw a smile that was so beautiful that it couldn't be described in words. She said softly: "From now on, you will be mine."
"These little paws are so cute, soft when pinched, and have a wonderful feel."
Hu Huan immediately felt that his hands and feet were touched all over again, and heard this fairy-like woman say again: "It is indeed a nine-tailed spirit fox. It smells fragrant and has no odor at all."
Then this peerless face that no one dared to desecrate was placed on Hu Huan's belly, rubbing against it, and holding down his limbs so that he could not move or resist...
Hu Huan endured such humiliation forcefully, but one memory came after another, endless and without any understanding.
Having his limbs held firmly by someone, and being rubbed against his face over and over again, he had never felt like this before. Hu Huan wanted to struggle at first, but his little limbs were completely powerless, and he could not resist at all. This woman
She is as beautiful as a fairy, but her jade hands are incredibly powerful.
"Stop rubbing it!"
Hu Huan screamed strangely and suddenly came out of his dream. Sweat dripped down his forehead. It took him a while to wake up and said, "I was having a nightmare."
"The woman in the dream was so cruel and cruel that she humiliated me in every possible way. Not even a hair on my body was clean."
At this point in his train of thought, Hu Huan realized, where did he get Mao'er?
"In my dream, I seemed to be a fox, a little male fox..."
"You were born cute and you didn't do any evil, so why did you encounter such injustice?"
Hu Huan stood around and thought about it for a while, calculating the time. He couldn't help but scream, and quickly exited the space of the mysterious conch. The first thing he did was to glance at the wall clock.
The wall clock in the room pointed to noon, and the first class should be ending soon.
"Oops! You have to get down quickly, otherwise you won't have time to have dinner with Sister Ling Xiao."
Hu Huan didn't have time to wash up, so he hurriedly wiped his face and rushed downstairs.
When he stepped into the classroom, he happened to pass by the teacher who was giving the lecture. The other person's face was slightly stunned, and then he looked a little ugly and asked: "Why did you come down here? I have already finished class."
Hu Huan replied: "It's almost lunch, otherwise we wouldn't be here."
The teacher was so angry that he really wanted to reprimand him, but the teacher thought again and comforted himself: "I'm only giving a lecture, so why bother competing with a student? He's not really my student, and he's not studying the topic with me."
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The teacher's self-guided strategy went very smoothly and he left without looking back.
Hu Huan stepped into the classroom and heard thunderous shouts. He couldn't help but pull Xiao Jianseng, who looked excited, and asked: "Why is it so lively today?"
Xiao Jianseng chuckled and said: "Today someone used the special warfare hero and successfully took up the job and became a first-level professional."
"The classmates are all happy for him!"
Hu Huan looked up. On the podium, a gentle bald man was raising his hands to everyone. He didn't see any ecstasy, pride or complacency. It was obvious that he had excellent control over his emotions.
Hu Huan was very impressed by this bald man, but he really couldn't remember his name. After all, he didn't even go to the cafeteria very often. He didn't have a meal together, so it's not easy to remember people.
He asked again: "Which family has this guy become a professional?"
Xiao Jian Monk said with envy in his eyes: "The Heavenly Demon clan is much stronger than me. I only have one Earth Technique, and he has realized a special spiritual power that generates golden color!"