Little Lori and Aunt Kling left the classroom after a maid salute, and Jiao Ming was swept away by the curious eyes of these boys and girls about ten years old, embarrassed. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The bright sunlight shone into the classroom, the time should be close to noon, the aristocratic girl was writing and drawing on the blackboard, instructing the students below to read out the words, it was obvious that this was a foreign language class.

Jiao Ming has hated foreign language classes the most since he was a child, and he never imagined that he would have to pass this level after crossing here. However, with his knowledge of the university, he quickly grasped the basic information of the language.

It is composed of 35 letters, and the normal writing is lowercase, and in special cases it is capitalized and only 20 initials are capitalized. The formation of sentences is also a universal active object order. In terms of pronunciation, it is somewhat similar to Russian, the word is phonetic, and the pronunciation of each letter is fixed and does not change with the change of the combination before and after, which also leads to the common overlapping of the language in this lingua franca.

Soon the lesson was over, the children split into two groups, and the girls left with the maid who had just examined Jiao Ming's severed limb. The boy's door followed a sturdy white-haired old man away, and soon the boy's voice came from the window, which seemed to be in physical education class.

After watching the children leave, the aristocratic girl came to Jiao Ming through the small table and chair, smiling. Then Jiao Ming only felt that his head sank and he actually fell asleep.

In a trance, Jiao Ming raised his head violently, as if he was awakened after accidentally taking a nap in class, but the surrounding environment had changed dramatically. One moment ago, he was in the classroom of the stone castle, but this moment he has returned to his high school days, and it is written on the blackboard that there are still three days before the college entrance examination.

I was still sitting in my original position, with tall volumes of various subjects on the left side of the table, and reference books on the right side higher than the left. The strange thing is that the surrounding seats are empty, and the desks are spotless, as if they are an empty classroom that has been cleaned.

The crisp sound of high heels sounded in the hallway, and it was still the aristocratic girl who walked into the classroom, this time she was teaching whips in her left hand, holding two books in her right hand, wearing a pair of red-rimmed glasses, and wearing an office girl's uniform. Jiao Ming always felt that he had seen this scene somewhere, and at the same time as he suddenly realized, the familiar opening music of a certain Beijing hot film sounded.

"What kind of music is this? It's so fast, it's pretty good," the aristocratic girl asked in surprise. Then she looked at herself, "This dress is so beautiful!" and spun around as she spoke. Jiao Ming's sense of déjà vu is stronger.

"How do you speak Chinese?" Jiao Ming had long been aware of the language barrier, he didn't understand a word when he was in class just now, but fortunately for those children, this is also a foreign language class, so there is a lot of body language in teaching. When Aunt Kling beckoned the man for help, Jiao Ming also didn't understand.

"We all have a lot of questions and answers, so it's better to say hello one by one. The aristocratic girl came to Jiao Ming's front seat, sat in front of Jiao Ming on a reversed stool, and took a copy from the pile of books next to her. "Your first question was the one just now?"

"Good. Jiao Ming nodded in agreement, and as his thoughts shifted, the blood-pumping music faded away.

"I don't speak Chinese, this is a dream space, communication is beyond language, to me you speak proficient crocodile language. The girl replied, and opened the geometry reference book. "What's your name?"

"Jiao Ming. What about you?"

"Call me Ice Lotus, Christine Ice Lotus. Binglian turned another page.

This name, which is somewhat similar to Nicholas Zhao Si, makes Jiao Ming complain. Binglian frowned, as if the content of this geometry book was too difficult to understand, then closed the book, and with a wave of her arm, the surrounding scene spread out like sand and then converged like sand, and when it was finalized, it was actually on the main road of the city with heavy traffic. "What are these things that run faster than horses? ”

"Cars. ”

Bing Lian looked at Jiao Ming with a puzzled gaze, and it was obvious that the answer to these two words did not satisfy her.

"The heat generated by the combustion of the fuel is used to expand the gas, which pushes the metal shaft to rotate, and then conducts this rotation to the four wheels. That's the general principle. ”

Binglian nodded as if she didn't understand.

"Is this dream space your magic?"

"We have a skewed understanding of the word magic, and I can only answer that this phenomenon mostly fits your definition of magic. Then the ice lotus's figure flashed, and it was like a teleportation to the gate of a building with more than thirty floors. Reaching out and patting the wall, he kicked it with his little foot in high heels, and the passers-by in the surrounding dream world turned a blind eye to this strange behavior: "Why can this building be built so high?"

"The good compressive properties and precise mechanical design of reinforced concrete are no different in principle from the stone fortress you live in. The girl's teleportation just now reminded Jiao Ming, if this is called a dream space, is it a fantasy world? Looking down at her broken arm, she couldn't help but imagine that it was still in a good state.

"Don't!" the girl's exclamation sounded.

All people have a state of dreaming, and sometimes the dream is semi-lucid, and people know that they are dreaming, and they can have some inducing control over the dream. But when you want to manipulate your dreams more concretely, that's when you wake up.

Jiao Ming was like this, the last thing he saw in his dream was that his arm had grown completely, and then he woke up. The ice lotus on the opposite side is no longer dressed as an office girl, but in a medieval aristocratic dress, looking at Jiao Ming with an annoyed face, and saying a lot of things, but Jiao Ming doesn't understand it at all.

A conversation was interrupted like this, and Jiao Ming also felt a little pity. But Jiao Ming is also a person with an active mind, although he is no longer able to communicate in words, but Jiao Ming made a dozing appearance and said that he would do it again.

Bing Lian raised her arm and pointed to the big sun outside, and then drew a big circle, Jiao Ming guessed that it would probably take a day for the skill to cool down, or that he couldn't accept too much hypnosis in a short period of time. But what is certain is that if we want to communicate like that without hindrance, at least tomorrow.

At this time, the dull sound of bangzi banging sounded, and the noisy human voices and the aroma of food came from the restaurant next door, and it was time for lunch.