The student tried to shout a few more times, but there was still no response, and gradually there was a slight snoring, apparently asleep.

"Eh, what are we going to do next?" Luo Jinghan sat in the back row and patted Mu Yichen's shoulder and asked.

Mu Yichen didn't turn his head, but adjusted his sitting posture and slowly closed his eyes, "Cultivate by yourself." ”

"Uninteresting." Luo Jinghan underestimated, and then looked at Feng Yunxi next to Mu Yichen, "Little junior sister, or let's ......."

Luo Jinghan said as he made a sneaky move.

Indeed, just when it was certain that the mentor was asleep, a small group of people who were close to the back door had already sneaked out.

Feng Yunxi shook his head, "Cultivate." ”

She always felt that Zhuo Yan's arrangement was definitely not simply for herself to sleep, it was better to do it.

After that, Feng Yunxi also closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

Seeing that the two people in the front row had chosen the most boring cultivation, Luo Jinghan shook his head deeply, and turned his head to chat with Leng Xueyan who was sitting next to him.

But at a glance, she realized that Leng Xueyan didn't know when she had started cultivating.

The other three people all started to cultivate, and only Luo Jinghan himself was left, so he had to follow the trend of cultivation.

In addition to the four of them, there were also many people around who began to cultivate on their own after complaining a few words.

After all, the master led the way in, and the cultivation depended on the individual. Now that the guru is like this, then you can only rely on yourself.

As the minutes passed, Zhuo Yan didn't have the slightest intention of waking up, but snored louder and louder.

Many people interrupted their cultivation because of their snoring, and it was difficult for them to concentrate and start again.

Zhuo Yan's class lasted all morning, and after cultivating to the end, more and more people felt bored, opened their eyes, and began to wait for the end of school.

In the end, in a classroom of 200 people, there were only eighty or ninety people who were persisting in cultivation from beginning to end.

"Bell bell bell ......"

The bell rang for the end of class, and everyone who was cultivating or waiting for the end of class stood up and prepared to leave.

At this time, Zhuo Yan also woke up slowly, first yawned, then stretched his waist, and looked at the students who were about to leave with sleepy eyes.

As Zhuo Yan woke up, there was a mocking voice: "Mentor Zhuo, you finally woke up, we all have to go back to cooking." ”

"Like, I thought I'd wake you up when I left later, lest you get locked in the classroom!"

At the back door, three or two students gathered together and said with sarcasm in their eyes.

Zhuo Yan was not annoyed, but glanced at a few people, and then propped up the lectern with both hands, "Did I say that I would go to school?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the sound of cleaning things in the classroom immediately decreased by half, and then gradually quieted down.

Luo Jinghan, who stood up and was about to pack his things, also sat down.

Zhuo Yan didn't speak again, but waited until everyone sat back in their seats and looked at the number of people, "It's okay, I know how to go out, and I know how to come back." ”

Zhuo Yan stroked his beard, took out a bag of melon seeds from the storage bag, and swallowed a few, "Yes, this sunflower seed tastes very good." ”

"Tutor, it's time for school to get out of school, and we're going back." The person who had first stood up to ask questions stood up again, with a hint of reproach in his tone.

"In a hurry?" Zhuo Yan looked at the student in front of him, a smile appeared on his face, then he looked at the sunflower seed in his hand, and put one in front of the man, "This one is for you." ”

With that, he placed the other sunflower seeds in front of the student next to him.