On the way to the library, Tie Xiaotian held a copy of "Miscellaneous Treatises on Respiratory Tracts" under his arm, slowly thinking about the causes of lung cancer, and turned a blind eye to the bold gaze of the girls on the school road. After thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't get the point, and I couldn't help but think with a wry smile: "It's not omnipotent to have the third child in my head, it seems that I can only concentrate on a few sciences." The sea of learning is vast, and it is impossible to be proficient in each one! The third child has always been an auxiliary thing, just like that day, it was deceived by the feints of the old school doctor, and its maturity depends on its own experience and accumulation of knowledge in the final analysis-after all, it is just a program, and most of the information still has to be read in its own brain. Thinking of the old school doctor, Tie Xiaotian couldn't help but show a grateful look. A few boys on the opposite side were holding cigarettes, talking and laughing and passing by Tie Xiaotian, and a faint green smoke drifted close to his nose.

"Warning: There are dangerous gases entering the lungs......" Tie Xiaotian frowned, and said in his heart, this is okay, smoking a cigarette hurts in the spine, will he still be alive after that? He endured the severe pain and gave the third child an order.

"Directive: Partial Lifting of the Physical Hazard Warning Procedure, Content: Warning of the Entry of Dangerous Substances into the Lungs............ Executing......"

Tie Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, gave a polite smile to the two girls who were looking at him stupidly, watched the girls run away with a red face, and looked in the direction they fled - he found that there were a bunch of people in front of the teaching building of the Outer Chinese College in front of him. He walked over curiously, only to see a notice posted at the door, "In order to improve the comprehensive quality of students in this school, this institute plans to open an amateur Japanese cram school, and students in this school are free of tuition with their student IDs, and other members of the society ......" After reading the notice, Tie Xiaotian scoffed, "***, beast language, **......" He was about to leave, and he didn't take a few steps, and his heart moved, "Japanese? Japanese ?......" turned around and walked to the registration point of the Japanese cram school.

"It should be useful to deal with their revenge after learning Japanese well, right?" Tie Xiaotian thought as he walked, "Although I did a pretty good job that day, I have to 'have no foresight, there must be near-term worries' in everything, what if they find me?" Tie Xiaotian was very satisfied with his caution. As I walked, I walked into the door of the library.

There seem to be a lot of students from other faculties who come to study Japanese - things that don't have to pay are always a good seller. Tie Xiaotian suddenly felt a little uneasy, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Liu Xiaowei who was looking at him faintly, his heart was beating wildly, and then he calmed down and returned a dull smile, "Why is she here, how the is she in life......" Looking at the wide trapezoidal classroom slowly filling up with people in a complicated mood, he gathered his thoughts and raised his wrist to look at his watch, "Well, it's time for class." ”

A strange sound of footsteps came into his ears—the rhythm was very different from that of the others—in Tie Xiaotian's astonishing hearing, this voice stood out from the crowd's chaotic footsteps—the intervals of the downed sounds were almost incorrect, and the volume was almost the same—he had never heard such footsteps from anyone except the old school doctor—master!!

Tie Xiaotian's face changed drastically, and he stared closely at the main entrance of the trapezoidal classroom.

A tall, thin young man with a handsome face appeared at the main entrance. He wears a black striped orthodox suit, a snow-white shirt with a work tie of the same material as the suit at the collar, and spotless leather shoes. He stood at the door for a moment, waited for the noisy classroom to slow down, smiled slightly, and slowly walked up to the podium.

He stretched out his snow-white palm—Tie Xiaotian keenly noticed that each of his fingertips seemed to be slightly deformed—a slight deformation that could only be spotted from the front and sides, and that would have been obscured or confused by flesh-colored nails from the palm and back of his hand. He withdrew his palm, had already picked up a piece of chalk, wrote four strong characters on the blackboard - Nakamura Masao, turned around, smiled and said: "Gentlemen, I am a Japanese student who has just transferred from the University of Tokyo to study ancient Chinese literature at Capital B University in China, my name is Nakamura Masao, I was invited by Professor Lin Zhenglin of the Japanese Department of the School of Foreign Chinese Languages of Capital B University, and I will study Japanese with you during this time, please give me more advice in the future!" He said in the vernacular, in a very good tone, and after speaking, he bowed to the podium. As soon as he straightened up, he suddenly felt a burst of pressure, and he searched around vigilantly, and in a hostile gaze, he found nothing. Helplessly, he raised his hand to stop the polite and sparse applause of the students, and said loudly: "Okay, then let's start the class now......"

Tie Xiaotian lowered his head vigilantly, dodging Nakamura's hound-like gaze, pretending to be staring at the book. He inadvertently looked back at Liu Xiaowei and found that she was looking at Nakamura Masao with interest, and his heart was really tingling. His thoughts were confused, and suddenly he heard Nakamura announce the start of class, he woke up suddenly, and came back to his senses, "This Japanese feels so familiar to me, is it the ...... of the three Japanese I killed" Thinking of this, his heart sank, "As I expected, they ...... They're finally here......" A strong fighting spirit welled up in his chest.

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