Leaving the question of who is right and who is wrong, Li Baifeng bent down and began to search, but the coin disappeared from view completely without knowing whether it was sneaking or breaking the dimensional wall, and in the end, he almost got under the table, still searching for no results, and finally had to give up. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Waving his hand to decline the comforting coin handed by Hua Ya, who was smiling, he sighed, and he should have thrown it out to form a good relationship.

Over there, Long Aotian watched Huang Xi who walked off the stage gracefully the whole time, his eyes full of complex emotions such as envy, jealousy, and anger. As if noticing this "scorching" gaze, Huang Xi turned his head to look and found that it was Long Aotian, a smug smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and then he snorted lightly, turned his head, and walked back to his seat by himself.

Long Aotian only felt that this soft hum was wrapped in a thick ridicule and contempt, and it pierced his heart fiercely, his face turned red, and a strong sense of unwillingness to admit defeat appeared in his heart: "Wait!" Someday, I'm going to become like you...... Phew, I'm going to surpass you far by, and when the time comes, I'll taunt you with even more excessive eyes! Wait! Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor!"

Then, he also "snorted" and turned his head heavily.

You hum, I hum too.

What does that poem say, "She is strong by her, the breeze blows on the hills, she hums and lets her hum, she hums and I hum." It seems to be said that if you can demand yourself according to the behavior of this poem, you can at least reach the level of kindergarten class.

Xu Mogui naturally did not award Long Aotian with a little red flower's position and reason, he picked up a piece of chalk, modified some small details on the basis of the territory map drawn by Huang Xi before, and continued to tell how the pattern of confrontation between the north and the south was formed.

Li Baifeng has never been a master who can endure lectures, and after a few minutes, he suddenly felt bored, and turned to look around, expecting to find something interesting, but saw Hua Ya holding a mechanical pencil with a small purple transparent star hanging on the end, writing and drawing on an ordinary white paper.

"What are you drawing?" Li Baifeng quietly glanced at Xu Mogui, and saw that he was giving endless lectures, and he had no time to take care of this, so he turned to Hua Ya and asked in a low voice.

"Paint." Hua Ya didn't raise her head, and replied succinctly.

"Uh, be specific."

"Draw." Again, a concise answer, crisp and neat.

"Okay," Thinking that he probably didn't understand, Li Baifeng gave up asking and replaced it with a question he had been curious about for a long time: "By the way, what do you major in Hidden Butterfly Valley?" Do you want to raise spirit butterflies and drive insects or something?"

"What?" Hua Ya was startled, the pen in her hand shook obviously, it seemed quite shocking, she turned her head with a strange face, twisted her brows and asked, "On this occasion, is it really good to say this?"

"That's right, too......" Li Baifeng glanced around, although the two of them were sitting in the last row, there was no one around, but it was not ruled out that they might be heard, seeing that Hua Ya had always been mysterious and secretive, and even her cultivation was covered up with a profound method of concealing qi, thinking that her sect should have rules or traditions to hide her identity, it was indeed a bit abrupt for her to ask like this.

Thinking of this, he quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm offended."

"It's fine." Hua Ya waved her hand disapprovingly, and said, "This is not offensive, it is just ...... In public, it's not good to say this, right?"

She paused, and as if she had thought of something, she added, "You should really add the light chat group of the cosplay club, I think there will be a lot of common language."

"Forget it, I'm not used to soft chat." Li Baifeng shrugged his shoulders, thinking of Hua Ya's previous evaluation of this light chat group, and couldn't help but think in his heart: "I don't know what kind of education this Tibetan Butterfly Valley conducts for disciples?" Why do you feel ashamed to talk about such things? It's not suitable to talk about it in public?"

Suddenly, Li Baifeng's heart jumped, and he thought of a possibility: "Could it be ...... The cultivation method of the Tibetan Butterfly Valley is a kind of thing that is very embarrassing to say?"

A train drove out of Li Baifeng's brain, and the whistle sounded, making a "woo-" sound.

Hua Ya on the side didn't know what he was thinking, if she knew, she might tie him to the railroad tracks, so that he could have a good experience of what it means to "the train passes by, and the whistle sounds".

Time passed slowly in Xu Mogui's narration, Long Aotian's anger, Hua Ya's writing and painting, and Li Baifeng's brain.

“…… We'll talk about that in the next lesson. ”

Xu Mogui stopped talking, gathered the documents in his hand, poked them on the table, and announced the end of class.

Everyone was either unsatisfied or relieved - it seemed that Li Baifeng was the only one, and they all packed up their things and prepared to leave.

When Li Baifeng came, he only brought himself, and there was nothing superfluous, so naturally he didn't need to clean up. He stood up lazily, and before he could ask Hua Ya if he wanted to go together, he heard Xu Mogui's faint voice: "That male classmate who was more than 20 minutes late and thought I was blind, stop, don't go."

The voice was not high, but it was enough for him to hear clearly. Li Baifeng sighed secretly, and knew that what he said must be himself without confirmation. He waved his hand at Hua Ya, who was snickering, and motioned for her to go first, and then stood proudly in place with a death-defying mentality.

"Come here, come over here." Xu Mogui beckoned lightly.

If you tell me to go, I'll go?

Li Baifeng had a stiff neck and walked over honestly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were more than thirty minutes late for my last class." Xu Mogui looked at him and said thoughtfully.

Li Baifeng nodded silently.

"You're still improving."

Li Baifeng nodded quickly.

Seeing this, Xu Mogui smiled and said, "Do you really think I'm praising you?" Take this. As he spoke, he picked up something on the table and threw it away.

Li Baifeng quickly caught it, looked at it, but it was a black notebook, and before he could react, he heard Xu Mogui say again: "As a punishment for your lateness, go back and copy it five times, and give it to me in the next class."

What?

Looking at the book as thick as a brick in his hand, Li Baifeng's whole person was not good, he casually turned a page, only to see that it was written:

"The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than what is lost, so there must be a loan if there is a loan, and the loan must be equal......"

What is this?

Li Baifeng's eyes widened, almost thinking that he was dazzled, he turned the notebook to the first page, and five big characters came into view:

"Overview of Accounting".