The day before school started, the whole family sent Molly off.
Of course, the "family" mentioned here is only Mo Rendi and Uncle G.
Mo Rendi held Molly and talked over and over again for a long time, but he couldn't get around the idea: Don't worry at home, you don't need to go home if you have nothing to do, just stay at school more.
Molly stared at Grandpa with one big eye and one small eye, somewhat uncertain: "Grandpa, I hear what you mean, why do you seem to have finally left me alone?"
"No, no, no, how is that possible! Grandpa loves Mengmeng the most." Mo Rendi's eyes widened, trying to make his expression look innocent.
Yi Lin was holding back her laughter.
"Huh, that's pretty much it." After saying goodbye to her grandfather, Molly handed Yi Lin a note: "Uncle G, my number is encrypted and you can contact me this way. Don't laugh, I didn't mean to ask you to
The reason for calling me was that I was afraid that grandpa would accidentally lose it, and if something happened to him, he would be in trouble if he couldn't find me."
When Yi Lin looked at the note... she was confused. It was a combination of "secondary code" and "sonic code"...
Unexpectedly, Molly has been using it for so many years.
No wonder you have no friends. Who would be so mean as to call you?
Yi Lin folded the note and secretly cursed.
Molly put her hands on her hips, pointed at the two old antiques and told them a few words, asking them to stay in peace, less housebreaking, and more health care, then she carried a small bag and got into Mo Rendi's special car.
After watching Molly leave, Mo Rendi breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, he noticed that the expression on his "old friend" was indescribably weird, and couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what's this face of yours?"
mean?"
The corner of Yi Lin's mouth kept twitching: "It's nothing, I'm just curious about how you will become a 'granddaughter-controller' in the future."
There is no shortage of geniuses in any era, but a genius at such a young age is enough to be recorded in the history of the school.
Some people are speculating about Molly's identity or which rich family she comes from.
But Molly's aloofness makes her like an immature flower bud in a greenhouse, carrying thorns, which makes many young men who claim to be handsome and wealthy feel itchy. Little loli, you have long legs,
We are classmates again, who doesn’t like them? Even if they are a bit flat now, isn’t there still room for development?
There's nothing wrong with Molly. The only thing that makes her feel weird is that... her classmates seem to be very old, and they all look like uncles.
She still doesn't know that in the special recruitment class she is in, she and the "undercovers" have widened the age gap in the class by nearly 20 years.
I stayed in school for a few days and didn't learn many courses, just some basic subjects.
She skipped all physical education classes.
When Mo Rendi was a child, he wanted to make Molly a heroine. He told old-fashioned stories about "who said women are inferior to men" all day long, and even forced her to do leg exercises. Mo Rendi didn't know where to get some "legs under skirts".
She was asked to practice the "Knife in the Sleeve" women's martial arts skill. She was not very proficient in the serious martial arts skills and was only half-assed. However, her legs grew longer and longer as she practiced, far exceeding those of her peers, as if they were actually growing longer.
of.
Therefore, the "painful experience" she had as a child made Molly never want to take physical education class again in her life.
Contrary to her attitude towards physical education classes, Molly was very interested in "projects". The first and second batch of "Grey Fog Exploration Team" returned from the Gray Fog Area safely and brought back a lot of information about "that
"Tower" information. The unique "environment" and "ecological" laws around the tower were completely inconsistent with the knowledge she had learned in the past. These "weirdness" aroused Molly's desire to explore.
She spends almost all day in the laboratory, analyzing data, vegetation and soil samples brought back by the exploration team.
It's November in the blink of an eye.
A magical year is coming to an end.
Under the high-pressure control of public opinion, the people gradually accepted this magical fact.
There used to be an old joke, "Your XX was taught by your physical education teacher, right?". Starting from this year, it is ironic that this joke will become a reality.
Capital University has added an interesting course to the Tower Studies major - [Ancient Mythology].
[Ancient Mythology] This new course is said to be specially created for the mysterious phenomenon of "Tower". Some experts said that the end of science may be theology. If you want to interpret the mysterious phenomenon related to "Tower", you need to start from ancient times.
Look for relevant clues in the illusory myths and theories of various countries.
Of course, this course is an elective course.
But what surprised the school leaders in the end was that the large classroom, which could accommodate 180 people, was almost full.
As soon as Molly found an empty seat to sit down, a group of "undercover students" who had been waiting for a long time filled up all the empty seats within twenty meters to the left, right, front and back of Molly. Their movements were crisp and uniform, which made her
Molly couldn't help but frown.
The classmates whispered.
Everyone is curious about this strange course.
When the time came, a man with slightly curly hair, a smile, and a sickly pale complexion walked into the classroom.
Molly looked at the new "Ancient Mythology Teacher" with a stunned expression, and a strange sense of immediacy came to her heart. For some reason, this man's temperament reminded her subconsciously of Uncle G.
"Hello, classmates." The man smiled, and his neutral voice was hoarse, mysterious and full of magnetism.
"Hello teacher!"
The man turned around, grabbed the electronic pen and wrote two words on the screen: Gu Qingtian.
"Well, this is your first time learning this course. To be honest, it's also my first time teaching this course. Haha, since it's your first time, you and I don't need to be too nervous. Just Think of this course as checking in for work and wait happily until get out of class is over."
The teacher's humorous words made many students who "understood instantly" laugh strangely.
Suddenly the distance between the classmate and the teacher became closer.
The conversation is witty and the humor is a little obscure. Who doesn't like such a teacher?
After a simple opening remarks, Gu Qingtian closed the textbook.
"Actually, we all know that ancient mythology covers a very wide range. It will be difficult to make you interested in boring courses for a while." Gu Qingtian smiled and took out a stack of Tarot cards: "Someone knows
What is this?"
A classmate raised his hand: "Tarot cards!"
"Well said." Gu Qingtian continued: "Tarot cards originated from Europe in the Middle Ages. This small object used for divination in ancient times contains fascinating myths and legends. It is said that in the Middle Ages in Europe, 'Hunting
During the "Witch Killing" operation, some people regarded tarot cards as props for witches to perform "magic" and burned them. I think you have all heard of "Witch Hunting", right?"
A student raised his hand and asked: "Teacher, do you want to say 'magic'?"
"No, it's "magic."" Gu Qingtian corrected his classmate with a smile, and took out a card from the deck: "Then, the teacher will take out a card at random and talk to the students for a while. In this card,
The accompanying mythical story is ready. This card is called... [Hermit]."
…
Looking at Teacher Gu Qingtian talking eloquently on the podium.
Molly, who had been struggling with the source of the inexplicable "sense of sight", slammed the table.
"Hmm? That young female classmate, do you have any different opinions on the teacher's speech?" A loud bang made Gu Qingtian look at Molly with a smile.
"No, no objection." Molly quickly lowered her head, her face slightly red.
I see.
Molly finally understood why this teacher subconsciously reminded her of Uncle G.
Their speaking styles and temperaments are very similar.
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