Chapter 180: Master (9)

In this case, that's it.

With that in mind, Hughes threw the pen in his hand next to the stack of thick papers on the table. Immediately, he stretched and moved, then jumped out of his chair, then left his desk and walked to the side of the bed, ready for a moment, and then jumped up and smashed into the soft mattress.

"Uhh

I can't help but think of it when I think of it, and I can't help but feel heavy when I think of Hughes.

That guy is also a pretty good guy, why did he die like this? Is this called being a good person and not living long?

"Knock!" At that moment, there was a knock on the door of the room, and Hughes's mourning was interrupted.

"Come in!" Hughes said directly. He didn't need to ask who it was, everyone here was a partner, so why bother with it so carefully.

The fact that the door can be unlocked with just a sound is one of the convenient functions that have been improved after the recent "silence" change.

As for why this big change is called "silent", it is because there is no gorgeous light curtain prompt this time, everything is quietly changing little by little, after all, the light curtain is still blocked in the north, and it is impossible for a second one to emerge.

Returning to Hughes's room, after he agreed, he pushed the door open and entered a blonde, blue-eyed white man named "Felik Philip", one of the tank crew members of the "Oberiske", who considered himself a student of Hughes like Wen Daorou who had left.

The difference between the two is that Wen Daolu has no comprehension and can only teach one to understand the other, while Felik is the type who will open up everything when he clicks on a sentence.

However, for this type of person, it is certainly not something that can be understood by a casual sentence, it must be very enlightening.

It is precisely because of this that Hughes's occasional words are crucial and remembers Felik.

"Yo, Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, Mentor, you're twice as big as me, Felik. ”

"Big people don't necessarily have big knowledge, and older people don't necessarily have unique opinions, a few days ago I chatted with Fujitang, and he said an oriental philosophy called 'threesomes, there must be my teacher'. My teacher, that's you. ”

"Don't be a sycophant, are you okay?"

"Worthy of a mentor. Felik smiled flatteringly, "I've been feeling a little rough in the skill cycle lately. ”

"I saw it a long time ago. I said, Filik, when did you think the CD of skills started?"

"The moment it was activated?"

"Hey, I knew you had to say that. Hughes straightened up and curled the corners of his mouth, "The CD of the skill actually started officially from the moment the action ended. ”

"I see, we have to take into account the time for actual action!" said Felik.

"Alas, if Wen Daolu had been like you, he might not have died. Seeing Felik, who he could understand in a word, Hughes couldn't help but think of Wen Daoru again.

"It's a pity that Wen Daorou is doing it. ”

Hughes was a little strange when he saw that Felik was not nervous, and his face was sad.

"I remember you came in after he left, right?"

"yes. ”

"You've never seen you, you're going to feel bad, huh?"

"Although we haven't met, we have been taught by the same teacher, and he is also my senior, and there is still a friendship. ”

"You're a nice guy, too. ”

"Why is this the same as I used to be?"

"Excuse me! Of course, you've been a good guy from the beginning!"

"Anyway, teacher, what have you done, why do you look so tired?"

"I'm a kid who gets tired of anything. ”

"You're only going to admit you're a child when it's good for you. As he spoke, Felik approached the desk and picked up the thick stack of papers on the table and flipped through a few pages. "Does this look like a lesson plan?"

"You don't have to look at it, it's just a lesson plan. ”

"This is for the people you mentioned Wen Daolu was looking after?"

"yes, how's that?"

"How's it going?" said Felik, looking embarrassed.

"What the hell do you want to say? If it's not good, just say it. ”

"It's not bad. I think it's very well written. It's just, not quite like your style. ”

"My style?" Hughes was stunned for a moment.

"Hmm. Occasionally, when you instruct us, you are very casual, or you just say who you should learn from and who you should not learn from. I think it's a way to teach students according to their aptitude, and you've never used this method of preparing a plan well. ”

"That's because I never intended to formally teach people like I did this time. ”

If that's the case, how can we say it? One or two people can be said to be accidental, but five or six people or even more are not accidental. Besides, if you don't teach others this kind of thing, you probably can't do it.

Thinking like this, Felik said with some concern, "Do you think this is okay?"

"That's it......" shouted in a lengthened voice, and Hughes fell back on the bed again.

"In that case, I won't say anything else. If you need to, please feel free to ask, and others will do the same. Well, it's not too early, you rest early, and sleep is very important for the growth of the little ones. ”

"Hey!"

"Huh. Smiling, Felik walked briskly out of Hughes's room and closed the door.

Hughes, who was left alone, heard in his ears the question that Felik had just said, "Is this okay?"

"That's it. Hughes replied again, then turned sideways.

......

In the kitchen, only Lu Qiu, who was close to the oven, and Hauge, who suddenly peeked in through the door, suddenly looked at each other in an awkward atmosphere. This started after breakfast yesterday because of the dispute that Hauge lost.

"That, Lu Qiu is practicing test cookies, do you want Xiao Hao?"

"With your cooking skills, can you eat what you bake?" Hauge turned to leave.

"You just can't eat Lu Qiu to practice. Lu Qiu whispered in displeasure and sighed softly, "Alas!"

If anyone can alleviate this situation, it is probably only Min Wei. Lu Qiu thought so, just as she had thought that Min Wei was the only one of the four who could refute Hauge.

However, Min Wei had never felt that way, so he didn't talk to Haoge, and at this time he also walked out to the grass in front of the mansion quietly. It just so happened that Iko Tsujido was practicing stick skills.

That beautiful movement immediately caught Min Wei's eyeballs, and then he got close to him unconsciously.

I used to think that girls with long hair were my type, but now it's good to add short hair.

Just as Min Wei was thinking nonsense, Iko Tsujido noticed his presence, so she stopped exercising and stood up to face the other party.

"What's wrong?"

"No! nothing!" Min Wei suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly explained, but then he felt that this statement was a little too strange and hurriedly found a better reason, "It's just a little curious." ”

"Curious?"

"Hmm. Because, aren't you a supporter? I was thinking that supporters should also practice melee skills. ”

"It's true that a supporter is usually a profession that is protected by other teammates, but just in case. ”

"Just in case? ”

"When you have to protect yourself. ”

I always feel a chill, is this my own delusion? Min Wei couldn't help but think.

"Moreover, strength and agility are things that every class has to work on. "Because strength affects HP, stamina, and defense, and agility affects senses, reaction speed, and thinking speed. However, these two are not the main attributes for supporters, so it is important to choose as efficient methods as possible to avoid crowding out the time of meditation training. Judging from the whole, it is best to learn a set of basic martial arts, there is someone in the guild hall who can teach it, and the cost of the course is not too expensive. ”

"I see. Min Wei suddenly realized, and before he knew it, he had forgotten that his "curiosity" was just an excuse.

"How do you usually train?"

It's really hard to describe this problem of Tsujido Iko, because Min Wei didn't have a single training, and it is not a complete set of basic martial arts like Tsujido Iko just showed.

"So be it. Min Wei said, imagining that he had already taken a stand with his shield and broadsword.

"It's not too standard. It's better that way. Naturally, Tsujido Iko also pretended to hold a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and made a demonstration move for Min Wei.

Seeing this, Min Wei immediately straightened up and carefully observed the other party's posture. Indeed, you have to be more calm than yourself.

"It's so skilled. Could it be that Miss Tsujido has ever made a tank?"

Min Wei was originally joking, but when he saw Tsujido Iko's face change, he couldn't help but feel as if he had inadvertently stepped on a landmine again.

"Now, you're the tank. Iko Tsujido said and put away her posture.

"Two! two!" At this moment, Lu Qiu ran over from the side of the gate, carrying a bamboo basket in his hand, "Lu Qiu just baked cookies, I hope you can taste them." ”

"Hmm. Thank you. With that, Iko Tsujido took out a black biscuit from the basket that Lu Qiu was holding up and took a small bite.

Is this color chocolate? Or grape?

Thinking like this, Min Wei also said "thank you", then picked up a piece of biscuit and put it in his mouth, and his face suddenly distorted.

It's not chocolate, it's not grape, it's just toasted!

"Click. ”

Hearing the faint sound of chewing beside him again, Min Wei turned his head to look and found that Tsujido Iko had taken another bite of the biscuit in her hand and chewed it carefully.

It's a shame that she can eat the paste so naturally and delicately without changing her face. Looking back now, the first night she was no different when she ate the meal that Min Wei and the four of them didn't taste good.

Does she like the taste?

Min Wei couldn't help but speculate.

No, probably not, otherwise she wouldn't have taken the initiative to take charge of preparing the meals. So what is it for?

Just as Min Wei pondered this question, Lu Qiu made a puzzled voice.

"Huh, where is Xiaohao?"

"Did Hauge come out too?" Min Wei asked.

"Well, it's just the back door. ”

Why did he have to go through the back door?

Thinking like this, Min Wei's psychology swelled with a strong ominous omen.