What are thirteen-year-olds doing in this day and age?
Xueming doesn’t know clearly——
——But he can remember his school life more than ten years ago.
It was a poor middle school near the air force in the suburbs of Pingyang County. I got up at 6:15 every morning, ran two slow laps on the playground, and then went to the cafeteria to get a bowl of rice noodles for breakfast. Immediately afterwards, I started to look like a lemur.
The alarm mechanism of the ethnic group——
——Several classmates would take out thick novels from under the desks to spend the boring time of morning self-study. Xueming would keep an eye on the front and back doors. If the class teacher came to inspect, he would have to help other foxes in the group.
The monkey serves as an early warning to prevent the teacher from taking away the deposit left at the book rental store.
He remembered that there was a rich man who was not afraid of teachers accepting books because he already owned high-end products such as MP4. His family was generous and his parents had strong connections. He was also the target of the teacher's fawning. In middle school, he was one of the top ten singers on campus.
Waiting for the right to freely choose a spouse, he can be called a puppy love school bully.
Putting this aside, Xueming didn't have much expectations for the brats in Galahad today. He just hoped that there wouldn't be a few gun battle kings. He silently prayed in his heart that a few high-end products with MP5s wouldn't pop up.
This young teacher with no teaching experience had already compiled the teaching materials and headed to Class 78.
In order to find some youth that had long been buried in the soil, with grass growing up to the waist on the graves, Xueming asked someone to buy a set of tape players. However, unlike Teacher Victor’s Walkman, Sony’s high-end products still cost more than a thousand dollars today.
Block, that is not his junior high school life, it is a noble Oriental import that is extremely rare among rich guys.
Teacher Tao Zhe, who sang the advertising song for Sprite when he was a child, emerged from the tape player again and sang "Find Myself".
Xueming handed out the earphones and said hello to Assistant Teacher A Xing who had just arrived from the podium of the dormitory next door.
Ah Xing didn't say anything after receiving the earphones. He just put his hands in his pockets to deal with Ming's lack of altitude. The two of them, one big and one small, walked into the classroom shaking their heads.
Teacher Gunsmith and Assistant Teacher Azing just stood on the podium——
——The two brothers were stunned immediately.
Because the scene cannot be described as chaos, at least it was a chaotic dance of demons.
The only fortunate thing is that these fifty-five little babies are all here, and they are all wearing school uniforms.
Unfortunately, in order to get closer to the students, Xueming did not wear formal clothes and asked Ah Xing to dress more casually.
Our male protagonist chose a beige sweatshirt that was very sunny, almost cute and headless, and the pants were too fat. His height of 172 centimeters is still relatively short among this group of overnourished children.
Meteor even let himself go, wearing pink bunny head plush pajamas during the cold weather.
The little babies in the two rows in front are playing with their phones with their heads down, greeting each other's parents passionately in the world of Glory of Kings, or trying to become each other's parents.
There are several hungry ghosts in the middle of the classroom still eating breakfast. The books have become a protective wall, serving as a bunker to defend the chalk heads. They are experienced warriors.
The last row is close to the blackboard newspaper and the garbage dump. The window is the absolute protagonist. There is indeed a wild boy dressed as the protagonist. He has just celebrated his birthday with a beautiful female classmate. The cake is still in the girl's hands.
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Xueming shouted: "Class!"
No one responded.
Meteor followed and shouted: "It's time for class!"
Everyone still didn't respond. They looked at the two brothers as if they were seeing a very strange species. Compared to other teachers who were serious and serious, Brother Ming and Ah Xing were too approachable.
Meteor seemed to be infected by the lively atmosphere of the students, and kept giggling.
He saw the young couple at the end of the classroom. The girl was smearing cream on the handsome boy's face with her bare hands. He was immediately amused by this prank and burst into laughter.
Until the girl came up and licked the sweets off the boy's face——
——Mei Xing stopped laughing and started emo involuntarily.
The smile did not disappear, but moved to Xueming's face.
Meteor: "Brother Ming, aren't you angry?"
Xueming just smiled and asked, "What were we doing when we were thirteen?"
These words left Ah Xing speechless, just waiting for Xueming's next move.
They are here to be teachers, so they can mingle with the children in an atmosphere. If they don't have a lot of hard work, they may have to mingle physically.
Xueming said nothing, thinking in her heart——
——Since shouting with your mouth is useless, let’s do it.
He picked up a box of chalk from the podium and just pulled out a stick of ammunition.
Neat piles of books and trenches have been set up, and the ideological barriers seem to be indestructible. These little cuties have long experienced the baptism of fire from other teachers and are veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.
Listen to the chalk crackle through the air and explode, sending up flakes of flying dust.
Counting from left to right, Xueming hit them one by one. The fragile chalk pole immediately broke into rock pieces when it hit the thick bookshelf.
Just one glance made the pen squeal and hurt when I hit it.
It was the turn of the male protagonist in the last row. The kid had the advantage of distance, and was clever and quick-witted. He grabbed the hidden weapon thrown by the teacher and smiled evilly - the evil smile here really looked like a crooked dragon king.
Xueming grabbed three pieces of chalk and threw them at the same time.
The male protagonist moved his hands to catch them all, with a somewhat provocative look in his eyes.
Xueming clapped his hands clean, as if applauding this prickly head.
The boy immediately raised the trophy in his hand and shouted loudly: "Hey! How about it? No more tricks?"
Before he finished speaking, the little girlfriend next to him looked shabby. There were a few candles made of chalk on the cake, and her hair and body were all covered in white ash. She didn't look good. She looked at the triumphant look on her male companion's face and silently retreated to her seat.
At this time, the smile did not disappear——
——It just came to the face of the classmate sitting next to me.
"I have no other requirements." Xueming told the students with a straight face: "First of all, you are not allowed to eat during class time, especially snail noodles."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Second point, you are not allowed to fall in love."
"Third point, listen to me."
"Those who cannot do these three points will not get credits."
The originally noisy classroom became quiet.
Xueming shouted loudly: "Did you hear that?"
There was a sparse response from the audience.
Xueming: "Clear the desktop!"
There was the sound of shuffling and shuffling the pages of the book in the audience.
More than a minute passed before the students were ready.
Xueming opened the roster and "started calling names."
The reporting process is very fast, and the reflex nerves of these post-10s children have obvious advantages compared with children on the surface.
Most of them are descendants of psychics. Even if they come from ordinary families, they still have extraordinary psychic talents.
But the roll call alone stumped Teacher Xueming——
——Because there are five astral hybrids in Class 78, that is, the blood descendants of disaster beasts, who are astral people who cannot understand the language.
The fifth seat in the second row was a child from the Ursine tribe, and two people sat there. If Meteor hadn't read the introduction of the students on the roster, he would have thought that there was an overage transfer student.
The third person in the second row is a crocodile hybrid. The school uniform on his body has many rips made by scales, but he can still see the human shape. The head is bald and hairless, and a pair of scary yellow eyes. There is always a healthy look on his face.
His smile spread almost from his jaw to his ears.
The fifth person in the third row is a raven-like arakkoa, who is also the lycanthropic disease patient that Tang Ning saw in her novice mission.
The fourth in the third row is the prairie dog, sitting next to the owl. The two have a tacit understanding. Just like their ecological cooperation in nature, the prairie dog often watches for the burrowing owl.
These five astral hybrids all speak the dialect of their hometown, which is a very small language. There are also many slangs. The pronunciation is related to their mouthpiece organs, which makes it difficult for Homo sapiens to imitate and learn.
That scene made Asing's eyes wide open——
"——Please wake up!" Xueming grabbed the assistant's rabbit ears and pinched them.
Meteor immediately explained: "Brother Ming! Brother Ming, I can sign language! I have learned sign language!"
Xueming turned her head and looked at the cuties from the star world, "Can they understand?"
Meteor immediately began to conquer his limbs and struck a few poses with Brother Xiong, who was five in the second row.
Brother Xiong immediately stood up and growled and raised his hands.
Meteor said with a smile: "Look! He understood! I called his name! He responded immediately!"
Xueming: "Is there still such an operation?"
At this time Daniel came to the rescue.
"Teacher Gunsmith! These astral people can understand sign language. Because the vocal organs are different, although our language family is difficult for them to learn, the body language is common - they also have human genes, and their brains are fine.
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"Then let me introduce you." Xueming said while Meteor made moves.
Xueming: "My name is Gunsmith."
Meteor immediately took aim with a gun, then took out a bottle of ketchup from his pajamas and shook it vigorously.
Xueming looked at Meteor and said nothing for a long time.
Meteor: "That's right. There's a gun and there's a sauce. Gunsmith is a rare compound word! It's hard to translate, okay?"
Xueming spread his hands and introduced: "This is my assistant teacher, his name is Bu Liuxing."
Meteor immediately stepped on the table of the classmates in the front row, showing off his tendons, holding a bow and arrow, and let out a strange scream.
"Hugh——————bang!"
He gestured to his two small paws and howled, making a gesture of falling to the ground and sticking out his tongue.
Daniel wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Xueming also wanted to say something. He could probably understand the abstract sign language of Meteor talking about the asteroid destroying the dinosaurs. Although he had seen the great work done by Lezi people many times, it still gave him a little crazy shock.
Meteor: "How about Brother Ming? How about it? Am I good?"
Xueming: "Wow..."
Getting back to the topic, Xueming and the students continued.
"I believe you have also received the notification..."
Meteor made a gesture like a little homing pigeon, rushed in from outside the door, and turned into the original text of the bilingual letter of appointment on the blackboard.
Xueming: "I am your knight's combat skill..."
Before he finished speaking, A Ming felt his right hand sink, and there was an iron knight's light sword in his hand, which was placed on Ah Xing's shoulder. Ah Xing knelt down on one knee and received the title piously.
Xueming: "Teacher of Knight Combat Skills and Magic Defense Class."
In the blink of an eye, Daniel was dragged to the podium by a meteor. One person was holding an Iron Knight warhammer and a club, and the other was fighting fiercely with a light sword.
Xueming said a few more words.
"If you want to develop sign language, you don't need to capture students to use as props for scenario interpretation, right?"
Meteor: "Just tell me whether it's useful or not."
Xueming: "Wow..."
After such a translation, the children were smiling and grinning from ear to ear. They also moved their eyes away from their mobile phones and focused on the two teachers.
"I know you all must be dissatisfied with me." Xueming immediately responded with emotion and reason: "I have just come to Galahad, so I want to tell you something real."
Meteor gestures with his hands to indicate that these are just nonsense and there is no need to listen carefully.
Xueming: "Learning this course well will definitely help you a lot. In the future, you will always encounter some extremely vicious gangsters. At this time, what I teach will come in handy."
Meteor started to jump, a few sharp kicks, followed by a backflip, and let out Bruce Lee's strange roar.
Xueming: "You must have heard of the name of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult."
Meteor held the wall and did a handstand——
——Because the crazy butterfly of the Little Church of the Blood is also the symbol of the inverted cross, the Antichrist’s sense of religious ritual is sufficient.
When the children in the audience heard the name of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, their expressions became serious. To them, it was like the devils in fairy tales were real. Their parents must have told their children about these things.
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"Like the Blood Bat Rose Cult." Xueming said seriously and firmly: "It is a strange shape transformed with rat kidney cells and bat blood."
Meteor opened his mouth, revealing his short and pitiful canine teeth, pretending to be super ferocious, howling, spreading his arms, and running back and forth in the classroom.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xueming: "We Anonymous killed more than three hundred people in one operation."
Meteor grabbed Brother Ming's hand, and when they got off the hook, they shook their heads and fell to the ground unconscious.
Xueming: "Our leader is our eldest sister."
Meteor immediately got up, posing like a charm, holding his waist and hips, using his fingers as a gun, blowing out the smoke from the gun flames in his hand.
Immediately afterwards, I was so frightened by Brother Ming's fiery eyes that my body deformed, and I didn't dare to do anything more.
Xueming: "The new King of War is also my relative. We use this technology to deal with the disaster beasts, and the effect is very good."
Then Meteor shrugged and laughed, calling the spirit body to turn into a fanatic with four thumbs up, and began to sway.
Xueming: "Today's first lesson is also the most basic mental method."
Hasben and Tangning have already learned this mental method, but there are still some details that they haven't discussed yet. It is considered the most basic and unlimited internal fighting skill.
Before he finished speaking, Meteor ran out of the door——
——A Ming thought that the boy had gone to the toilet and didn't pay much attention.
The courses on knight combat skills need to be conducted outdoors, and what can be taught in the classroom is very limited. Xueming did not take care of the few star students, so he went on to explain the basic things in a simple way with other Homo sapiens children.
"Next, we will mention a very key element from beginning to end, which is called the imaginary enemy. We call him a gangster."
"What this set of techniques teaches is how to deal with gangsters in various circumstances and protect our own lives and property. First, our own lives, then the lives of our relatives and friends, and finally, we should do our best to retain our property. In this order, try our best to
Destroy the enemy's combat effectiveness."
"The most important thing about the first lesson is..."
The words haven’t been finished yet——
——The front nose of the truck crashed into the front door of the classroom, shattering half of the podium and almost scaring the students in the first row and first row.
Meteor jumped out of the car, as if he was performing a sign language show.
"How is it?! Not in time? Not enough translation?"
Teacher Xueming hugged the two children and hid beside the desk, staring at the shooting stars in disbelief.
"It's over the top! We haven't reached this stage yet! Do I look like a teacher who teaches a 13-year-old child to hit someone with a dump truck right from the start?!"
Meteor: "Like..."
Xueming: "..."
Meteor: "Oh, it doesn't look like that! You don't look like that!"
The smile on Lezi's face disappeared, he was disappointed, he climbed into the car, put the reverse gear on and backed away.
Xueming sighed——
"Today I will teach you a very simple theory, which is to have a clear assessment of your own combat capabilities based on your own essence. I call this lesson the [A little bit of math in my heart] lesson."
As soon as Meteor entered the door, he wanted to do something.
Xueming immediately raised his hand and shouted to stop.