"A good teacher?"

Mo Ninglong didn't think he would become such a person.

After all, he is just a person who has nothing to do with himself.

He will not care about the impact of being with him for a while, let alone looking forward to what these children will achieve in the future.

On that basis alone, he would never be a good teacher.

Oh, and there's one exception to this.

It's white over there.

Against Bai who hung on himself, Mo Ninglong was full of love: "Little ancestor, you should also learn a little bit of it." ”

Bai nodded obediently, but still hugged Mo Ninglong tightly, and had no intention of letting go at all.

"Very cute child, it's your sister." Nasha is really defenseless against children.

The appearance of white soft and cute made her fall deeply.

"Yes, my sister, one of my dearest." Mo Ninglong rubbed Bai's head, and Bai kept snoring.

I really want a sister too.

Nasha sighed and stopped thinking about it: "Come, the children continue to lecture"

With physical strength, teaching also becomes easier.

But there is still a feeling of indescribability.

If Mo Ninglong is asked to describe it in four words, it will definitely be the four words of lifelessness.

I actually heard a feeling of drowsiness.

In fact, Mo Ninglong is not the only one who feels this way, but the children who are surrounded by the lectures are all like this.

If it weren't for the fact that they still had to walk and didn't have a table or anything, these kids would have fallen asleep.

Forehead......

Well, Shiro is already asleep.

Nasha's teaching is more like memorizing words in English.

Write a Chinese character on the board, as well as some phrases of the Chinese character, and then the children who can't understand it at all read it aloud, memorize it, and explain the composition of the strokes.

It's more boring than memorizing Chinese texts.

Progress is slow.

Mo Ninglong estimated that these children would not learn much at the end of the day.

I really don't know how Schattor learns the language of the beautiful god machine.

Self-taught, perhaps?

It's no wonder that such a genius would become the leader of this tribe.

Time flies, and as the morning wears away, the air of midday becomes warm.

Everyone's forehead and neck are covered with sweat the size of soybeans.

Mo Ninglong raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes piercing the clouds and looking directly at the sun: "Is it noon?" ”

"That's all for this morning's lesson."

Nasha looked at the children around her with hot faces and red faces and said, "If it's hot, you can take off some clothes first." ”

"Must be thirsty, right?"

Mo Ninglong took off the water bag hanging on his body and handed it to Nasha.

The land that humans walk on today is an environment similar to a desert.

Walking in this terrain, water loss is very fast, fortunately there is no direct sunlight, but talking for a long time will lose water.

Hydrate at the right time, otherwise it will be too late to dehydrate.

"Thank you." Nasha nodded, gently took the water bag and took two sips of water, and finally relieved her dry mouth a little.

Mo Ninglong, on the other hand, frowned, and asked with some concern, "How much water did we reserve when we set off?" ”

"We don't know about this, but the cave we lived in at that time had an inexhaustible supply of clean groundwater, so we should have a lot of reserves."

"I hope so."

In such an environment, the amount of water required by the human body will be greatly increased.

Mo Ninglong didn't want to see that he didn't die from foreign enemies, but because of resource problems, these humans were buried here.

There are no cacti that can store water, or any wonderful oasis in the vicinity.

The previous Heavenly Strike destroyed everything on the surface and evaporated all the water here.

"Don't think about it so much, Schattdecor will deal with the problems together."

Nasha said Schatt, an unnatural flush flashing across her face.

However, Mo Ninglong didn't care about this small change.

"Indeed, Schattor is still very careful."

Nasha thought the same way: "How did you feel about observing this morning? ”

"I can't say it, but let me try it in the afternoon, if there are any shortcomings, I still need your guidance."

"Is it already possible?"

"I want to try, by the way, do you know pinyin?"

"Pinyin?" Nasha frowned suspiciously, what is pinyin?

It seems unheard of.

"It seems that I don't know, so it's easy to do." Mo Ninglong laughed confidently.

Although I haven't been a teacher, it's still very simple to teach a group of children pinyin literacy, and of course this is in his way.

"Give me a board and a pen."

Nasha nodded, first handed over the wooden board in her hand, then took out a rag from the leather bag on her body, and carefully wrapped the cloth on the charcoal before handing it to Mo Ninglong.

"Be careful, the charcoal is dirty."

Mo Ning's white and slender fingers were like works of art, and Nasha didn't want the black ash of this charcoal pen to stain such hands.

"My hand is a hand, but yours is not?" Mo Ninglong smiled and took off the rags on the charcoal: "I don't have any cleanliness." ”

Charcoal.

A familiar feeling.

Mo Ninglong really used this thing to paint.

I still remember when I was a beginner, I made my own black hands.

But now is not the time to paint.

Mo Ninglong skillfully held the charcoal pen and kept writing something on the wooden board.

"What is this?" Nasha looked at her strangely, "What are these crooked?" ”

"One text, you can rest assured, and the rest of the teaching tasks will be left to me."

Mo Ninglong finished writing the initials and wrote down some finals.

"What a strange text, is it the text of another race?"

Hearing this question, Mo Ninglong pondered for a while and said: "It can't be said that it is the writing of other races, these are called letters, and they were also invented by human beings, you can understand them as two kinds of people with different cultures, but they are both human beings." ”

"Is that so, I've never seen it, not even in the history books." Nasha said with some admiration.

What can you say about this?

I can't say that it wasn't created by humans in this world.

Mo Ninglong could only say very regretfully: "This kind of writing, he is complicated and twisted, so it is unfortunately lost, but I still remember some basics, and it is enough to use these aids to learn Chinese characters." ”

I believe that Nasha will never know that pinyin and English are two different things.

Probably.

It's noon.

Bai Zhihe, who had been following Mo Ninglong from a distance, glanced at the sky and hurriedly stepped forward.

And the order to rest for a while came from the front of the procession.

As the saying goes, a good person is iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic.

Hurry back and go, this lunch can't be forgotten.

…… At the same time, the time of the extraterrestrial ......

Xiao Hei dragged his slightly tired body back to the Outer Heaven and loaded his head into the repair technique.

Luo Ling looked at her scarred and said strangely: "What's the matter, why are you injured so much, is it serious?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a skin injury."

Xiao Hei, whose whole body was buried in a star repair technique, waved his hand: "It's a new race, it's called the Flame Spirit Seed or something, tell the monarch, by the way, I have heard this name in the mouth of the Tree Spirit Seed." ”

"Understood, get some rest."

After saying that, Luo Ling turned around and disappeared in front of the repair technique.