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Another uneventful week passed, and nothing happened that could interfere with the 1A7489 ship's plans.

In the cell on the seventh floor, three monkeys from Pinghui are still alive and kicking.

After experiencing hunger, humiliation, and heat, the hope of the three monkeys quickly escaped as soon as possible from the beginning, in order to take revenge; Transform into negotiation and negotiation, and pay for redemption; Finally, I finally succumbed to reality, and every day I begged to eat fragrant boiled pork the next day, instead of continuing to squat in the corner, struggling to nibble on greasy and smooth fresh meat.

As a former business tycoon, the underworld bosses who once controlled hundreds of junior brothers, Brother Yang, Lao Hu and Xiao Luo, naturally they will not only be pure utopian delusions, for this rather simple wish, they have already made considerable efforts and paid a considerable price.

It's a pity that the three Huang brothers, who have long been imprisoned and have been brutally tortured for more than two months, enthusiastically taught Pinghui's bosses a few lessons with their fists and toes, and taught them the life principles of being at ease and eating meat obediently. Moreover, what is even more terrifying is that in the process of this enthusiastic education, I don't know whether it is out of the pressure of competing for cooked meat, or out of simple hobbies, Brother Huang, Pumpkin and Dongzi have begun to try to learn the fighting skills and fighting tricks of Pinghui.

The pace of learning is not fast.

The learning effect is quite strong.

The appearance of the three gentlemen Pinghui's nose getting bluer and his face getting more and more swollen is the most powerful proof.

In this cruel environment, in this desperate atmosphere, in the case of Wu Xiaoyu not answering, slapping the second question, and flying on the wall to lick the bricks in the third question, Brother Yang and the three finally learned to swallow their anger with their tails between their legs, and finally learned the survival skills of being obedient and obedient.

So, on the sixth day after entering the breeding room, the three of them finally realized their very simple wish and finally ate the first bite of steaming boiled deliciousness.

Because, after five days of friction and hesitation, these three prisoners with an average age of more than thirty-five finally accepted the facts helplessly, and finally "finished" the first volume of "Hailuo Chinese" according to Wu Xiaoyu's standards.

This also means that the three new test subjects for the teaching limit test have entered a good experimental state quite smoothly within the planned time.

This is only a very small part of Wu Xiaoyu's daily work, compared to the six monkeys in the cell, Wu Xiaoyu, or another teaching experiment of 1A7489, is also developing smoothly according to the planned steps.

That is what Wu Xiaoyu implemented in Xiangcheng Computer School, and the teaching limit test for his own experimental subject.

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Dozens of hard-working incandescent tubes illuminate the vast space.

On the neat rows of wooden chairs, there are so many human heads that there is almost no gap. Some of them are black and shiny, some are light red and yellow, some have long hair and shawls, some have short hair to the ears, and some are half-bald, or gray, or short and do not occupy any place, or they are looking high and trying to look ahead.

From this alone, it is easy to see that in this densely populated, yet quiet, and smelly space, these almost motionless crowds are mixed with men, women, and children, and good people.

There are only two possible places in Qingcheng where such a scenario can occur:

The first is the Qingcheng training institution that has become popular in recent times, and it is a comprehensive classroom in Xiangcheng Computer School where Wu Xiaoyu is taking classes;

The second is that the time is uncertain, the location is random, and it is a temporary place for a certain funeral home to mourn and chase the wounded for a few minutes when presiding over the funeral.

Time is running out.

Yang Sailan thought so.

At this time, Yang Sailan was standing on the left side of the comprehensive classroom, and the left half of her body was being blown by a vertical air-conditioning pen that was running at full power at a distance of less than one meter and aiming for the "16" degree that could never be reached.

She had been standing in this position for at least half an hour.

The girl herself did not realize this.

Although, I don't know when it started, her left hand has naturally been stuffed into her trouser pocket, but she didn't realize that the left half of her body was already close to numbness, and even, occasionally, because of bursts of cold, there were bursts of unconscious tremors.

Time is running out.

Yang Sailan thought so.

As an intern teacher personally designated by Wu Xiaoyu, Yang Sailan has of course a solid grasp of the course content of graphic design. However, like most other students, Yang Sailan also believes that listening to Wu Xiaoyu's lecture for the second time will also have considerable gains, and he should also pay full attention and concentrate.

However, Yang Sailan still had a rather rare distraction, and I don't know how many times I was distracted in this class.

Once Wu Xiaoyu on the podium pauses slightly, leaving a short gap for the freshmen under the podium to think, today's Yang Sailan will have this kind of distraction behavior that he can't control at all.

Yes, uncontrollable.

Today is a very special day.

Time is running out.

Yang Sailan thought so.

Finally, when Yang Sailan felt that his mind could no longer be condensed, there was not much time left, and it was finally all gone.

"Okay, that's all for today's lesson, let's get out of class."

Wu Xiaoyu patted the podium lightly and finished his final words. Then, he lifted his feet, walked around the podium, and walked straight in the direction of the elastic door of the classroom.

At this time, almost everyone's eyes still continued the inertia of class, and many eager heads still followed Wu Xiaoyu's pace tightly, swinging back and forth.

In this short period of two or three seconds, almost everyone was surprisingly unable to arouse any interest in talking and talking, and the classroom was still quite quiet, and even in the thin string of thin ringing of the hateful electric bell outside the classroom, Wu Xiaoyu's shoes could be heard running over the floor, an extremely regular crisp sound.

However, these looks, this kind of posture, are obviously not enough to make Wu Xiaoyu's footsteps stop a little.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wu Xiaoyu walked straight to the elastic door of the comprehensive classroom at a fairly fast speed, gently opened the door, and walked out.

As a result, the classroom finally erupted with voices of packing things, discussing problems, exchanging ideas, or calling friends.

Among all these kinds of intertwined and mixed sounds, there is one sound that appears very high in frequency, and that sound is particularly short and powerful, but also particularly loud and eye-catching.

This voice is a salutation, this salutation is a profession:

Teacher!

"Teacher! Teacher! ”

"Teacher! Teacher! ”

Of course, the person who was called out by many students at this time was definitely not Wu Xiaoyu, who had already walked out of the classroom, or even walked into the office.

The students called out to Yang Sailan and Zhang Jing, who were now standing in the classroom, no, now running in rows of rows of wooden chairs, almost exhausted.

If anyone wants to find out the one who admires Wu Xiaoyu the most, or understands the difficulty of Wu Xiaoyu's teaching, from the thousands of teachers and students in Xiangcheng Computer School, then he will definitely have a headache for the rivals between the two peers in the end.

Yes, whether it is the energetic Zhang Jing or the meticulous Yang Sailan, they all deeply and truly understand Wu Xiaoyu's hard work in teaching as early as the first day of officially taking up the position of trainee teacher.

This profound understanding is completely different from what they experienced when they were students.

After the second class of graphic design officially started, these two young teaching workers have never been arranged for any roll call to sign in, register attendance, clean, maintain order, etc., and so on, more than 99% of these new workers have been apportioned, and they have also been deeply disgusted with trivial matters.

This is what Wu Xiaoyu meant.

From the very beginning, Wu Xiaoyu did not intend to let the two intern teachers who stayed on to teach do such things that were not in line with what they were learning.

What Wu Xiaoyu needs is a real teaching assistant.

So, from the first day, Zhang Jing and Yang Sailan stood or sat in the comprehensive classroom every time Wu Xiaoyu went to class.

That's what they do.

When Wu Xiaoyu was in class on the podium, Yang Sailan and Zhang Jing's work task was exactly the same as that of all the other students, that is, to listen carefully to Wu Xiaoyu's explanation.

After Wu Xiaoyu got out of class, Yang Sailan and Zhang Jing's work task, or rather, their only task in Xiangcheng Computer School, was to quickly help the "new" students, that is, the little ones who started from scratch, to answer all kinds of difficult questions that they didn't understand and didn't hear clearly; Or hurry up to help the "old" students, that is, from various design fields, or leave of absence, or take the time to come to study the industry elites, to analyze the various new ideas derived from Wu Xiaoyu's explanation.

Speaking from the heart, with the talent of the two intern teachers who were able to be selected by Wu Xiaoyu, with their hard work and hard work, and with the great advantage that they listened carefully to Wu Xiaoyu's two explanations, whether it is the problem of "new" students or the design ideas of "old" students, it is neither complicated nor difficult to solve.

However, this kind of work task, which only happens once every two days, and is neither complicated nor difficult to solve, makes Yang Sailan and Zhang Jing feel deep fatigue and considerable psychological pressure.

It is easy to understand that the number of students in the second class of graphic design has reached more than 500. Wu Xiaoyu explained in class, naturally he was still as clear and meticulous as before, and because he had reached the ability standard of level 33 parasite, in a certain aspect of the class explanation, Wu Xiaoyu did even far more than before.

However, no matter how serious Wu Xiaoyu's attitude is, how dedicated and painstaking his attitude is, and no matter how unattainable and amazing Wu Xiaoyu's teaching ability and explanation ideas are, among every ten people, no matter how good it is, there will be one or two people who are either unwell and can't listen, or are in a bad mood and can't understand, or they simply have a little bit of money in their heads, which is really not a good material for learning.

This is something that no one can avoid, and the 1 in 10 chance is really not high.

It's just that when the denominator of this tenth reaches the astonishing number of five hundred......

That means that there are at least forty or fifty people who need to be cared for by teachers one by one.

This is really a simple matter, for Mr. Wu.

This is really a difficult thing to do, for Mr. Yang and Mr. Zhang.

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