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The chatter in the classroom almost topped the roof.

As soon as Wen Qian gained control of his body, he ran out of the classroom as if he were running for his life.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" This is the explanation he left behind.

The students in the classroom looked at each other.

Zhao Yang usually doesn't speak English very well. He scratched his head and tried to recall this self-study class, and the knowledge points that had been jerky and difficult appeared smoothly in his mind, and there was a sense of familiarity that he had reviewed more than ten times.

He smacked his tongue a little, and his heart was more joyful.

Before he could sigh, Zhao Yang heard a guy next to him who was also an English scumbag naturally muttering to himself: "I suddenly opened up? How can you understand......"

"Me too!"

"Although I have done most of these questions before, I still haven't understood some of the difficult points...... Now I feel like I can't forget it. ”

Corridor corner.

SOM17 calmly said in the way of thinking exchange: "Guiding theory cannot make stupid monkeys become smart monkeys. Just now, in a visually guided way, it stimulates the visual excitement of human beings, so as to produce the effect of high mental concentration, and at the same time, I adjusted the sound spectrum to fit the human voice capture organ to the greatest extent. In the same amount of time, their learning efficiency increased by at least 700%. ”

"Just such a crude practical application can be so effective."

Wen Qian also fell into a brief silence.

Alien technology is not linked to simple elements such as laser cannons, aliens, or time travel as he originally imagined, but a myriad of complete scientific systems based on observations.

What SOM17 has mastered undoubtedly has a crushing advantage for the earth. With human capabilities, I am afraid that it will be difficult to touch such a threshold in a few hundred years.

Now, the evil alien puts the stark facts in front of Wen Qianyi, and tells him in a calm and seductive gesture—

These are all things that humility is within reach.

He washed his face with cold water, and his brain finally woke up.

He didn't plan to go back to the classroom for a while. Because he didn't know what to do with the stall left behind by SOM17, there was no need to explain some things. Because human beings, when faced with the unknown problems of life, will always find various reasons to convince themselves to believe a favorable fact.

Most students will only think that the self-study class is "the accumulation of quantity causes a qualitative change", and no matter how powerful the brain is, they will not think that this is actually the effect of an alien science called "Guiding Theory".

Wen Qian also found Wang Guangsen in the office and said that he wanted to review freely.

"Absolutely."

The handsome middle-aged old man took a bite and stared at Wen Qianyi with interest.

In his more than 20 years of teaching career, it was the first time he had met such a quirky and outstanding student. There is also an illusion that is a little unreal, Wang Guangsen questioned his vision a little, if he had found such a good seedling a year earlier, he would not be as calm as he is now.

There is competition among students for learning, and there is competition among teachers for teaching performance.

Young teachers want to be regularized, and older teachers want to improve their professional titles.

As long as you live in this society, you will never be without contrast.

Wang Guangsen is not exempt from vulgarity, but he is very open to some things.

"Go back and ask your parents to make a phone call, and if possible, it's best to come to the school and sign it. I really don't have time to come. Wang Guangsen said slowly, raised his eyelids, and looked at this handsome boy.

"Let's review it. Yu Juan...... I'll talk about it on Director Yu's side, it's not a big deal. She's been a bit of a menopause lately. ”

Wang Guangsen smiled, not pretending to be a majestic posture of a head teacher, but rarely saying a sincere word.

There was a reason for this change in attitude.

is not only Wen Qianyi's outstanding talent, but also Wen Qianyi's indescribable and inexplicable temperament, which always makes Wang Guangsen mistakenly think that the person standing in front of him is an adult in his twenties and thirties, not a young boy who has not graduated from high school.

……

Walking on the street, Wen Qian habitually wanted to take out his mobile phone to check the time, and his hand felt empty as soon as he reached into his trouser pocket.

Only then did he realize that his big knock-off machine had been lured by some bad guy and had been buried in a weed pile in the back garden of the school.

som17 has a rare explanation.

"You need to be motivated enough to make money. Our plan requires a lot of funding from a very clear source. ”

It adds a little more.

"I've retrieved your poor memories. In terms of mate selection criteria in a broad sense, this electronic communication device can be regarded as your female partner. From what I know about carbon-based life, finding a mate enjoys the highest priority in the genetic sequence of carbon-based life, which is the instinct of life. ”

You're the phone!

Isn't this a curse......

SOM17 doesn't think it's a shame to have an electronic device as a girlfriend.

"It's really a one-sided and low-level concept of reproduction." It concluded dismissively.

Wen Qian also rummaged through his pockets, only the house key, a red hairy grandfather, and a few steel hammers for taking the bus. This money is not enough for anything, even as a start-up capital for mobile phone film, it is a bit stretched.

He humbly asks the alien master for advice on how to make money.

som17's reply is in its usual style.

While manipulating Wen Qianyi's mouth, it discharged electricity from the soles of its feet to give the poor creature a good time.

"I... Be... Monkey... Child... I... Love... Do... Swim... play..."

Wen Qianyi's infinite love for the game finally ignited in his heart, and he was so excited that his hair stood on end, but there was a burning paste smell on his body, which ruined his image a little.

As for why you have to make a game, and how to do it.

som17 didn't give a clear statement.

Wen Qian can also guess a little bit of the clue...... Definitely because of reading the memories of that stupid young man in the library. som17 found some very necessary key reasons from this, so it will force a high school junior to play some hellish self-employment.

Shouldn't a normal script take out a black technology patent from the crotch of your pants and then embark on the road to a winner in life in minutes?

Why did you come to yourself and be forced to be like this? You'll have to figure it out yourself......

Either way, making money is the primary goal.

At the very least, you have to make some money to buy a new phone, right?

The muscles on Wen Qianyi's face twitched, you must know that it is very difficult to endure scolding, and it is even more difficult to hold back this thought.

He found that he had uttered as many expletives in one week as he had in the past seventeen years combined.

Wen Qian also returned home, explained the idea of free revision to his parents, and then returned to his room and turned on the classic machine.

Taking advantage of the long boot time, he had a preliminary idea.

At this time, my biggest reliance is on English and computer skills, the former does not have many places to make money, full-time translators need certificates, and they are too young to make up lessons for students. If you want to make some money, the Internet is definitely a direction that you can dig deeper.

"Let's go to the House of the Red Sea." He muttered to himself.

As everyone knows, on the forum of the Red Sea House, Bing Yan, a great god-level master, is about to be tortured crazy by the ID of "Huang Daoyu".