Theresa didn't know what was going on, Sing Tao's teaching system was particularly strange, they repeated a few fixed classes, and most of these courses were stopped after a few months.

Teresa was freed from Dwarf Man's magical voices, and after she shouted hallelujah, she was drowned out by a new round of lessons.

There are new lessons waiting for them, poor boy.

The paleontology teacher was called Alma, and Alma was petite but her companion was large, and Roman was almost reluctant to call it a "partner", because the word companion generally refers to human beings, but Alma did not bring a person to class on the first day.

It's a grass......

Honanstin sat on the nearest podium, and he was face to face with Tya Lulu and the miraculous plant, which resembled a gigantic pitcher plant, and its saliva had a strange sweetness.

No, none of them had tasted the saliva of the strange plant, what Honansteen meant—the appearance of the grass made the whole thing smell of honey.

"You'd better sit farther away, it's carnivorous."

It wasn't easy for Alma to move it over, and now she waved her hand for Jonanstine and Tya Lulu to move out of the way, because they were too close to the grass.

"You're going to get out of your seat with a little bit of a bout, a little lower, it's sensing its surroundings through heat, it's very sensitive to dynamic things, oh, and it's deaf."

Roman watched as Tya Lulu slowly passed under the podium with her waist bent, damn it, Tya Lulu didn't want to do it here.

Roman frowned, since the plant was heat-sensitive, it was pointless for Jonanstine and Tya Lulu to walk down - their heat was already exposed.

And the plant moved, it moved!

"Hmm!"

Teresa was taken aback, it was an eye-opener for her lifetime to see such a fat pitcher plant, and now that it moved, what did that mean.

"What does it want to do......

Roman watched as the pitcher plant began to turn its head, as far as he knew, the normal pitcher plant only had two forms: open mouth and closed mouth, and this was the first time he had seen this kind of head shifting.

"It's called Abibo, and it's a composite organism that has all the signs and habits of pitcher plants, but it also has some of the biological senses of an amphibian."

Alma brought the whip, probably to teach better, and Abibo's teeth were not easy to mess with.

Tya Lulu walks over to Theresa's seat, and Theresa pushes Roman, who is unhappy to move.

Originally, the position of the two of them was just right, but as soon as Lulu came over, it instantly became crowded.

Teresa was squeezed in the middle, and Roman felt uncomfortable because Teresa had touched him, so Roman turned around and stretched out his legs, facing away from Teresa.

If Roman hadn't stretched out his feet, he wouldn't have really been able to comprehend some of the amphibian biological senses that Alma spoke of as Abibo.

"Nepenthes secretes a scent that attracts insects at its predatory mouth, and the same is true of Abibo, which secretes saliva that resembles honey in smell and morphology."

Alma pointed the pitcher plant with her whip, and Roman noticed that she was pointing quickly, and even then Abibo moved.

Is he crazy, Roman looked at Abibo carefully, he always felt that Abibo had a sense of predation.

Try to stick your legs out a little bit, and Roman sticks them out.

Abibo didn't move.

"Oh! Did I forget to introduce myself? ”

As Roman quietly moved his legs, Alma seemed to remember something.

Now the representative of paleontology, Abbibo, is much more attractive than the teacher who teaches this subject.

"My name is Alma, I'm a sage and I'm also a member of the war doctors, everyone is familiar with war doctors, right?"

Alma pursed her lips and smiled and looked around, no one cared who Alma was or where she came from, Abibo was really super funny.

Roman noticed that Abibo felt his moving feet, and that the creature with no eyes and no sound was surprisingly acute.

Note that Alma mentioned it when she introduced it, Abibo is not a plant, it is a composite creature, in other words, it is like a stupid, strange-looking dog.

Teresa noticed that Abibo looked at him in surprise, and although she knew that Abibo did not have an eye, it was obvious that the plant had turned around.

"Don't try to tease it, Abibo is quick to reflex arcs at any high-speed object, and I repeat it's a living thing."

Alma noticed that Roman was moving, but fortunately Roman didn't move quickly, otherwise she wouldn't have dared to guarantee that Abibo would do anything to startle the students.

It might have taken Roman's leg as food for it to feed its stomach today.

"Teacher, teacher!"

Just as Alma looked away at Roman, Teresa's voice rang out.

Theresa will always do things that surprise people in unexpected situations.

"I want to see how it reacts to moving objects at high speeds."

Teresa should have spoken the hearts of the whole class, who wouldn't want to see the process of giant pitcher plants predatoring live.

"As long as you can provide food, you can."

To be honest, the size of this pot of Abibo is small, and the real giant strain of Abibo Alma can not be carried, and the adult Abibo statue can eat a child in one bite.

Abibo is not something to be entertained at all.

Field doctors use rhizobia virus to control adult strains of Abibo, which is an extract of a drug.

"How many insects does a pitcher plant have to eat?"

Teresa glanced at Abibo, who had been opening his mouth, how many bugs would it take to fill this big mouth?

Nepenthes is a gluttonous eater, and Teresa knows that Nepenthes obtains its own dense growth by preying on insects, which means that it is gluttony, and such a small Nepenthes is so much more than a gigantic Abibo of Nepenthes.

"If you eat insects, it will starve to death, and it needs more protein than we eat meat in a day, and adult women consume 100 to 200 grams of protein a day, and men slightly more. Most of the time we feed it beans or eggs, and the cost of meat is too high. ”

Alma shook her head, Abibo's gastric juice could only digest protein, and the rest would probably be bad.

Abibo is a dog-like being, eating meat and drooling, but he is a little pickier than dogs.

"It's a shame I don't have anything to eat on hand."

Theresa shook her head regretfully, alas.

"Actually, you just want to see what Abibo looks like, I have a way."

Alma stretched her whip with a "smack", and Roman let out a smack, thinking it was only that short.

"Abibo is more advanced than plants, it can artificially train cognition of specific things, and we study that Abibo only has cognition and responds differently to two types of things."

Alma slowly stepped down from the podium and walked over to Roman's desk.

"They only know two kinds of things that can be swallowed and those that cannot be swallowed, as long as Abibo successfully swallows what he has caught, he will close his mouth, and once he can't swallow what he has caught, Abibo will loosen his mouth."

The dog will still spit up when it finds that the food cannot be eaten.

Alma handed the whip to the inexplicable Roman.

"It sounds really low-level."

Roman took the whip and found that it was actually heavy.

Even the dog learns the commands to "pick it up", "sit down", "turn in circles" and "lie down", and Abibo will only open his mouth to eat and loosen his mouth to spit out.

"It's pretty great for it, and we've worked a lot to teach it how to make it different from plants."

Alma hugged her arms, and sometimes the breakthrough of zero was a great leap of species, and Abibo ceased to be a plant because he learned to loosen his mouth.

It's called an imbecile.

"Throw it, don't throw it too much, Abibo's tongue is limited."

Alma motioned for Roman to throw the whip out.

"What if it swallows?"

Roman flicked his whip and glanced at the teacher.

"Never, it's not an adult strain yet."

Roman shook his whip, and Abibo looked over, and the moving thing caught its attention.

The class began to stretch their necks.

"You'd better throw it faster, it'll scare you."

Alma moved his hand to instruct Roman not to take it lightly.

Roman threw it, he didn't throw it to the back of the classroom, he threw it at Abibo's head.

"Smack!"

While everyone was still staring at the whip to spin out, in an instant, the tongue in Abibo's mouth popped out with lightning speed - like a frog preying on flying insects.

Abibo's saliva spilled on the podium and the nearest desk as he grabbed the whip.

Theresa heard Honansteen make an uncomfortable sound, and it seemed that the location of the splatter was Honansdine's position.

Roman still fixed the hand that threw the whip in a half-retracted position, Roman knew best how fast Abibo was predatoring, and the whip flew only half the distance he expected, and Abibo had already captured it with his tongue.

"Look at its mouth, it's going to loosen."

Alma seemed to be commonplace, and she was used to the way this thing drooled and stuck out her tongue to prey.

Teresa watched as the thing spit out the whip like a dog holding a ball in its mouth and spitting it out again.

The saliva whip fell on the table, and she could see Abibo's saliva, and the desk was full of that thing's saliva.

"Likes and dislikes......

Hya Lulu swallowed her saliva, if you ignore the flower pot that cultivates it, ignore its appearance, Abibo, who has grown his mouth again at this moment, spits out his whip like a dog, sticks out his tongue to prey, like an amphibian frog, and has the distinctive characteristics of a plant in appearance.

"Ahh

Alma patted her head, and she forgot again.

"I forgot to say it just now, let you see that Abibo preys on me and I have a condition, I forgot to say it just now, hiss-"

Roman looked at Alma thoughtfully with his head propped in his hands, and it seemed that Alma was characterized by forgetfulness.

"I need an assistant to clean the whip and take care of the gastric juices on the table."

What did she just say?

Gastric juice? Where does the gastric juice come from?

Teresa suspected she had misheard, and she glanced at Abibo, who was drooling with her mouth open.

Perhaps Alma found the class stunned, and she had to explain why Abibo was spitting out not saliva but gastric juice.

"Oh, sea cucumbers spit out their intestines to corrupt their prey, and it makes sense that Abibo would spit out the gastric juices that break down proteins."

Alma shrugged, as to why Jonansteen's table was unharmed?

That's of course because Abibo's gastric juice can only break down proteins, and desks are not proteins.

The oil on the top of the desk is grease, the table is fiber, and the gastric juice of Abibo will not corrode them.

"Anyone? Would anyone like to come and experience it? ”

Alma looked around.

"You?"

The whole Bantart's hand was raised, and Teresa had expected Alma to capture her.