Hao Shan, however, did not seem to see the look of the dans. He went on talking regardless of whether others could understand it or not.
After a class, we have no joy when we first came.
"Dong Dong..."
When the bell rings after class, Hao Shan suddenly stops. He gets up as if he doesn't want to say more.
Caressing the folds on his clothes, he looked down expressionless: "at this time tomorrow, I will collect today's summary experience..."
"What's more..."
"God, I didn't understand..."
"I don't know what he said..."
“……”
The girls complained in unison, but Hao Shan, as if he hadn't heard it, shook his sleeves and left.
As soon as he left, the classroom fell into silence.
You see me, I see you, you see despair on each other's face --
I don't understand, what's the experience of writing wool!!
The girls sat there dejectedly, looking at each other.
"What to do?"
"How to write it?"
"I understand the front, how much do you understand?"
“……”
Sheng Yun looked at the blank Xuan paper in front of Ling Luoyu and sighed: "sister zero, don't you understand what he's talking about?"
Before Ling Luoyu answered, song Ziqing behind him had already knocked on the table: "if I go on like this, I'm sure I'll be finished Why can't I understand? "
Ling Luoyu has no words, not pretentious, but she can not understand.
The things that Hao Shan tells us are still in the normal scope, while the ones behind are in the sky. They are not clear about what they are saying!!
When she was a beginner in alchemy, she once crossed the "king of Dan". Although there were not many danhuo described above, it was also within the normal scope. Unlike Hao Shan's narration, it seemed that there was no margin for her.
"Sister zero..." Sheng Yun is still looking at her with hope.
Ling Luoyu sighed and shook his head: "I don't understand..."
A day's class, so muddleheaded past, Dan women's mood is low to the extreme, even the meal are not in the mood to eat, just in groups together, discuss tomorrow's experience.
But for the confused experience, no one is up to how to write.
So that the next morning in class, many girls with big black eyes.
When Hao Shan appeared again, everyone's heart was raised to their voices, their faces were black, their hands were shaking, and their "experience" was sent up.
Hao Shan looked at it one by one, but he didn't say anything, but he could see from his eyes that he was not gentle.
Suddenly -
his pupil shrank, he looked at a piece of experience in his hand, and then slowly raised it.
"Whose is this?"
The words on my heart are very ugly, just like crabs crawling and clawing.
"Ha ha Whose word is this? How ugly
"Yes, even if it's a three-year-old, I'm afraid it's much better than this word..."
"At first glance, it's just a country bumpkin who hasn't read a lot of books..."
“……”
In the sarcastic laughter, Ling Luoyu slowly raised his hand, and his cheek was slightly red: "it's me..."
Can you blame her for her ugly characters?!
She was not used to writing with brush. She was barely able to write on weekdays. Now she wants to write a lot of experience. Later, she is too tired to write. Naturally, she is crooked.
Hao Shan lightly raised the paper: "I said so much, how did you write so much?"
"Master Hao, I understand this, but I don't understand the others. Can't I write nonsense?"
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