Chapter eight hundred and eighty second skin is very happy?
Leng Han sat firmly on the Diaoyutai inside, while the group of people outside thought it over and decided that it would be most interesting to squat here and eat crabs while listening to "Love Tutorial" or something like that.
——Stop beeping, if you can, go in by yourself!
As for dragging Lin Chou out for class...
Haha, let's go to your second uncle's house. What grudge do we have against you? Do we want to drag everyone together to bury you with you?
Even Shen Daru didn't mention this. This idea was too bold.
Poor Mr. Sikong was so pitiful that he felt as if all the bones in his body had been ripped away.
In the end, the only purpose of Teacher Shen's class is to straighten me out?
Bah bah bah!
What nonsense am I talking about!
At this time, Zhao Ziyu moved an oversized melon and sat down next to Sikong. He took out his notebook and opened it, looking at Shen Daru awkwardly.
With such a well-behaved look, all he needs to do is write the words "I am a good student" on his forehead.
Everyone:......
Hey hey hey, Mr. Zhao, aren't you a little too prescient to take this kind of course at your age?
Zhao Ziyu showed the same salty smile,
"My great-grandfather said that I have a big problem with my social circle. If I continue like this, the chance of holding the sacred fire high is much greater than that of someone like Shan Ye who holds the grassland above his head, so..."
In one sentence, two people exploded on the spot.
Huang Dashan: "It was easy for me to get a favor in the past!"
Sikong is more normal,
"What does it mean that there is a big problem with the circle of friends? We have provoked you. It makes no sense to knock down a whole boat of people with one pole. Do you think everyone has no sex life like Lin Chou? He stayed up so early in the morning and went to the kitchen to turn on the stove.
Pit and pan crazy output?”
"you!"
"Sorry, you really don't have this."
"poor child."
Zhao Ziyu spread his hands and looked at Sikong,
"You see."
Sikong held his chest with his hands,
"Don't stop me, I will cut off my ties with you!"
Huang Dashan reminded,
"Sleeves, cut off the robe and cut off the sleeves."
Everyone laughed and said nothing.
No problem, from now on Mr. Sikong, you can only cut off your sleeves.
Sikong: "???"
"Actually, I've thought about it carefully myself, and it seems like there really is a problem," Zhao Ziyu counted on his fingers, "Look, I don't have many people as friends. The first one must be Brother Sikong, emmmm of course.
I personally firmly believe that you will not come out."
(Sikong was extremely pleased after hearing this.)
"But with your physique, Brother Sikong, if you don't insist on 'worshiping fire' but 'worshiping church', I guess we will soon have to light fire and burn paper for you to communicate..."
Sikong almost spit out his blood. I must join the Holy Fire Regiment in this life. Wait, what do you mean, I don't even have the ability?
"I will fight with you!!"
"Master Sikong, calm down, please calm down!"
"Excessive anger hurts the kidneys..."
After everyone managed to hold Sikong back, Zhao Ziyu sat on the wax road and said,
"Then there's Sister Qingyu - you know, there are probably tens of thousands of people in Mingguang who want to get rid of their father-in-law first and then do it quickly!"
Everyone nodded,
"Yes, yes, there is nothing wrong with this, my mad father-in-law."
Huang Dashan added steadily,
"Among them, Mr. Wen ranks second, who dares to rank first?"
"..."
Just listen to this level of gossip, no one would be stupid enough to discuss it.
Zhao Ziyu lowered his voice and said,
"My sister and Brother Chou..."
Then point inside,
"According to Brother Chou's slow progress, it is estimated that it will take an adventure as dangerous as the Titanic before my sister can hold hands before she turns thirty-five."
The rest of the people didn't know why. Sikong, who was held up in the air, twisted his mouth.
"Finally, I said something humane."
Zhao Ziyu continued to crack his fingers,
"Our second master, from a friend's point of view, don't get me wrong, our second master and I have a good relationship. We call ourselves brothers in private, huh!"
"That guy who looks so majestic outside is really miserable. When he drinks too much, he sneaks into my room, hugs my pillow and cries. He curses and says that a King Kong is fixating on his butt. Whenever he cries,
After one night, I will definitely not be able to get a wife."
Everyone: Damn it!
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ziyu found that the notebook in his hand had been snatched away.
Huang Dashan solemnly wrote down in his notebook: On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, young master Zhao Ziyu really exposed Mr. Zhao’s tendency to make sex, and visually predicted that Sister Xingxing was about to succeed.
Zhao Ziyu didn't see what Shan Ye was writing and said,
"Then, there's Mr. Shan, a good friend~"
Master Shan expressed his feelings to Zhao Ziyu with a proud look on his face.
——Young man, we are the ones raising a family, so you have spent a long time calculating with your fingers!
Zhao Ziyu changed the subject,
"Hey, but Mr. Shan is already married, so this doesn't count. It's no problem to equate it."
This time it was Shan Ye's turn to have his notebook stolen.
Sikong, who didn't know when he was put down, was writing something in his notebook with great interest.
"Then, Sister Jiang." Zhao Ziyu sighed like an adult, "She's even more childish than me. Let's wait until she grows up. This doesn't count."
After calculating for a long time, Zhao Ziyu blinked innocently and said sadly,
"Look, none of my friends around me have girlfriends. Why do I have one?"
"I'm very loyal. You have to choose a position as a friend or a girlfriend. It's very hurtful."
Everyone said, "Master Ziyu, if you had sung these words with the tone of a singer whose girlfriend died before she was born before the catastrophe, the sad atmosphere would have been even more intense."
Zhao Ziyu took back the notebook,
"So my grandpa asked me to come, otherwise I would have to go into seclusion with him. If I go into seclusion any longer, I will really die!"
Huang Dashan patted Zhao Ziyu,
"Poor baby, Jie (huo) mourns (gai)."
A long time passed, and Sikong finally said to Shen Daru with a heavy heart that was unwilling to reconcile (mainly because he did not drag the culprit into the water) but had to accept his fate,
"Let's start, start early and finish early..."
Shen Daru shook his head very seriously,
"Master Sikong, please wait a moment, there is another student who is not here."
Even Sikong was stunned at this time.
"The person you are waiting for is not Zhao Ziyu? Who is that?"
Shen Daru said,
"I didn't know in advance that Master Ziyu would also come - and he would be accompanied by Lieutenant General Leng. Because of this reason, I lost a student inexplicably. I am very heartbroken!"
He sold it out,
"Guess who the last student will be?"
There is absolutely no mystery in this tone and expression.
It made Huang Dashan want to carve on this man's face with a knife, "Surprise, no surprise, no surprise, no surprise, I'll ask you if you are no surprise, no surprise, no surprise. If you are not surprised at all, I, Shen, won't be surprised either."
"Unexpected, but I still want to tell you this surprising and unexpected news" and other words, it is best to have Shuibi San write a paper and engraved on it - all in traditional Chinese - if the education level is up to standard, small seal script is not impossible to consider.
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"Pfft~"
A strange yet familiar voice.
An arm rolled smoothly to Shen Daru's feet. Two fingers condensed with gray mist poked out from the sleeve and flexibly held up the arm. He quickly ran back to the original owner and automatically connected it.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Shen, have classes started already? There was a bit of a traffic jam. I had to apparate to the other side of the abyss just now to get back."
The warlock took out a notebook from his sleeve and complained,
"This group of virtual beasts uses the space door too frequently and too erratically. They are just here to pollute the sanitary environment of the space passage. It's really annoying - there are so many students, I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting."
Everyone took three steps back in order to make way for a large open space full of crab corpses.
Even in a magical place like Yanhui Mountain where even the warlock master's native skills are ineffective, it does not prevent everyone's desire to survive from remaining as cracked as it should be.
The corners of Sikong's mouth twitched,
"Master Warlock, are you also here to listen to the class...Who is so bold as to force you to do such a thing??"
"(~￣▽￣)~" The Warlock Emoticon package was re-released, "No, I asked to come over after hearing about it. I just feel that the complex emotions of pure material creatures will improve my compatibility with the material plane.
Very helpful - I was actually practicing integrating with a new mount recently, and I encountered a little problem. This should be an opportunity, after all, knowledge changes destiny - and my luck has been very good recently, and my intuition is very accurate - na
, the mistake in apparating just now was a complete accident, it’s normal to feel motion sickness after reversing so many times, right?”
Shen Daru's face was full of dignity and decency,
"Do you see, this is the knowledge that you are dismissive of, but you don't know that your dismissal is always something that... the species wants!"
The warlock pointed at Shen Daru,
"Teacher, I think you are suspected of being racist - but your point of view is indeed correct. Emotions are always the first thing the spirit body has to learn, although it is difficult."
I don't understand what you are saying at all!
——But I must finish pretending this beep and do it perfectly.
Shen Daru maintained an enigmatic smile and nodded kindly.
Everyone looked at each other, unable to complain.
Sikong closed his eyes in pain,
"Can the lecture begin?"
"Okay then, let's start today's first lesson: the definition of love!"
"'Belonging, not being able to serve, falling in love with kindness, but feeling hatred' - Love is a manifestation of two people's love for each other. It has different definitions in different eras. The modern definition is that two people regardless of gender are based on certain conditions and common ground.
The life ideal of love, the most sincere admiration for the other person formed in each person's heart, and the strongest, most stable and most dedicated emotion of desiring the other person to become his lifelong partner..."
In less than two minutes, this course, which had a plagiarism check rate of over 98% before the catastrophe, put several poor children into a drowsy state.
Sikong took a crab claw from Song Qingyun's plate, put it in his mouth and bit it, yawning and nodding.
Zhao Ziyu's face evolved from a confused look to a look of horror - Mom, I don't want this young master to listen to Baidu Encyclopedia for N lessons, right?
Only the warlock listened with interest, and from time to time looked at Shen Daru knowingly with the scarlet will-o'-the-wisp in his hood, and let out a gentle laugh of "ho ho ho".
Often at this time, Teacher Shen would be struck with goosebumps by this knowing smile. He would have to pause for at least ten seconds before he could remember what he should say next, and another ten seconds before he could remember what he had said before.
Half an hour later, Lin Chou poked his head out of the store holding a pan.
"Hey, why are there suddenly so many people!"
Everyone:......
"Forget it, no matter what, how do you feel?"
Sikong stared blankly, smacking the crab claws in his mouth.
“The taste is okay, but it’s too spicy.”
Lin Chou said cheerfully,
"Who asked you about crabs? I was talking about how your class went. Also, it's not good for you to eat crabs so early in the morning."
Shen Daru, who was left alone, was furious and knocked on the small blackboard borrowed from Lin Chou's room.
"Pay attention to your learning attitude! Or do you want Master Qingyu to teach you personally? Are you happy?!"
Song Qingyun continued,
"That's right, it's okay to skin it once, but it's definitely not okay to skin it for tens of thousands!"
How can such a solemn and solemn moment be missing, Mr. Shan?
"I have a leather bag. It's not very baggy, but it's very leathery."
Shen Daru was possessed by an angry spirit at this moment, and his master's majesty was fully activated.
"Let me tell you, I have Master Sikong Yu, Master Qing Yu... and Master Zhao behind me! Immediately after today's class is over, there will be a test, and those who fail will have their credits deducted! After the class is over, all those who do not meet the standard will have to retake the exam!
You have failed my expectations, and I have failed the trust of Master Qingyu, Master Sikongyu, and Master Zhao! I! Shen Daru! will not be a person who breaks my promise!"
Zhao Ziyu and Sikong trembled under his lustful power.
Huang Dashan was filled with indignation,
"That's right, you know the leather? Why is the bag so long? Isn't it because you failed to live up to its expectations!!"
Lin Chou: "..."
Sikong: "..."
Zhao Ziyu "..."
Shen Daru: "..."
Crab shells were sprayed all over the floor, and some of the guys who were watching were rolling on the floor laughing so unscrupulously.
Shen Daru was almost angry to death on the spot.
"You, you, you... you... I am ashamed of you for being in the same company!"
It was just talk, but Shen Daru didn't have the guts to really offend the tough guy in front of him.
A scholar meets a soldier.
I suffered a lot at his hands before, and I still vividly remember the scene of cleaning this guy's car when I was old.
However, Shen Daru immediately decided to check the information of three days and three nights after returning. The seven and a half libraries now have secondary authority. He must check all the information about love, no, about relationships before the catastrophe.
Come out and compile it into the thickest textbook in history - Sikong, a closed disciple, I have accepted it!
Haha, for such a life-changing lesson, how can only eighteen class hours be enough?
"Continue class! Hey, where did I just talk..."
"Skin it a bit..."
"Shut up!"
Lin Chou was looking very happy, and kept winking at Sikong.
See, this is what happens if you offend me!
A slender hand suddenly pressed on Lin Chou's shoulder, pulling him back.
"My food."
"oh oh..."
Lin Chou returned to the kitchen honestly carrying the pan.
Then, Leng Han secretly glanced at the kitchen door several times and quietly moved to her usual seat by the window.
——Hmm, Comrade Ah Leng is actually a very nostalgic person.
Leng Han raised his hands to support his chin, looked at the ham and bacon swaying in the wind above the window and tilted his ears slightly. (To be continued)