Norman woke up from his state of study when the bell struck 6 bells, and it was only then that Franklin, who sat across from him, realized that he seemed to have forgotten a group of students.

"You sit here for a while, and then review what you just learned,"

Franklin said this with a sudden pause—with Norman's strong memory of the old language, which Norman had shown throughout the afternoon, it seemed that reviewing this means of deepening the memory of ordinary people did not seem to be of much use to him. So he changed his words and said, "Then you can see for yourself for a while." As he spoke, he pulled out a book from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Norman.

"I'll go down first, and I'll come up in a moment. ”

Franklin said, and got up from behind his desk.

There are several of his students down there, and he's going to have to go down and announce the end of school.

"Okay. ”

Norman answered, and watched Franklin's thin back walk out of the study in a hurry, as if in a hurry.

When Franklin left, Norman stretched out.

After studying intently and motionlessly for an afternoon, even if he could learn it, he would still feel tired in the face of the huge amount of study.

However, this afternoon's study was indeed not in vain.

Norman didn't count how many new old words he had learned that afternoon (and in fact he couldn't count the math blindness), he only knew that he was not the same as before, and that a question that had been bothering him for a long time would be answered.

Norman stood up first, and wandered about the study as if nonchalantly, carefully observing every nook and cranny as he went, until he was sure that there was indeed no second person in the room besides him, and then he whispered.

"Hello everyone. ”

The scene was strange: there was no one in the study at the moment except Norman, but Norman seemed to be greeting someone, and if it had been placed at night, it would probably have scared the faint of heart.

With this greeting, the voices Norman heard suddenly increased, and the ancient words seen with his left eye became denser, just like the great explosions that had occurred several times before. It's just that unlike before, Norman can understand a lot now.

"Oh my God, this anchor has finally ignored us!"

"The anchor who hasn't interacted with the barrage for more than ten years, this anchor is also the only one on the origin platform. ”

"What the hell is this bullshit grammar, everyone, hello!"

"Anchor, I'll teach you, it's not everyone's hello, it's everyone's good. ”

"How are you, anchor, can you see me talking?"

“66666666666666”

"I am really convinced of the speed of learning Chinese, if foreigners have this learning speed, Chinese will not be rated as the most difficult language in the world to learn." ”

"The anchor took off his pants and shook it to see, last time you said that you were 7 inches, why didn't I believe it. ”

"If your name is transliterated in Chinese, that is, the ancient language you speak, it is Norman, I hope you remember it." ”

"The name Norman is really not good, it's inexplicable if it's not down-to-earth, it's better for the anchor to change your name to Li Goudan, it's easy to remember and high-end, it's an ancient name no matter how you say it, hahaha. ”

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"The anchor hurried and blocked the advertisement. ”

"Do you think this will only say that everyone, your good second goods will know how to seal people?"

......

Most of the ancient words spoken by these mages in Norman's body can be understood word by word, but when combined, some of them really don't understand what they mean, especially "anchor", "Chinese", "second goods" and many other words Norman took apart to know the meaning of each ancient language, but he didn't know what it meant when combined.

This also made Norman, who originally thought that he could communicate with the mages in his body by learning the ancient language, couldn't help but feel a little lost and discouraged, but at the same time, he also felt that the ancient language was indeed difficult and complicated, you see, even if he could understand it, he still didn't know what they were saying.

I still need to study hard......

On the one hand, it was because the communication was still not smooth, and on the other hand, it was also because he was afraid that Franklin would suddenly come up and find out about his strange behavior - Norman didn't want people to know the abnormality in his body, and the more he thought about this abnormality in his body, the stranger it became, and if it was known, he would be arrested by the Holy See and tied to the stake and burned to death.

So Norman didn't continue after trying to communicate, but went back to his desk and sat down again, picking up the book that Franklin had just handed him casually.

The book is written in ancient language, with two big old words "notes" on the cover. In the small corner below these two ancient words, there is a string of letters spelled out words, which Norman can't understand—he can understand the ancient language but can't understand the lingua franca, and Norman is probably the only wonder of Cárdenas.

What should be someone's name?

Norman stared at the string of letters for a while and then thought of this, and then shook his head and put it away, and opened the notebook to see.

The front of this notebook is mainly recorded one by one ancient language, and there is also a lingua franca next to it, which is mixed with ancient language and lingua franca, which looks like the process of a student learning an ancient language. And these old words have already been learned by Norman, so there is nothing to see, so I just brushed the ground and turned it over.

By the time the middle of the notes arrived, there was a large number of lingua franca in a single ancient language, and instead of a large number of ancient words, simple ancient sentences appeared.

"Today is a happy day. ”

"The beef was delicious. ”

"Got into a fight with XXXX. ”

"The god of XXXX is wisdom, I remember. ”

......

yes, that's a normal old saying.

Norman watched with relish.

Compared to the words of the mages in his body, the sentences on this ancient notebook were much simpler and easier to understand. And from these words, it can also be seen that the owner of this notebook should be a child who is learning ancient languages, and even fights with people have to be recorded in ancient languages, and the amount of energy is really small, which makes Norman feel quite funny.

It's that the name of XXXX is written in lingua franca, Norman doesn't know it, which is a pity, but it doesn't prevent reading.

For the first time in his life, the farmer's son experienced the joy of reading and the usual entertainment activities of cultured people, which gave him a different life. So even if what he watched was just a few trivial things, he still enjoyed watching it.

Norman flipped through the pages with interest, and it wasn't long before footsteps sounded outside the door.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I could hear that I was walking very fast, and I reached the door in two clicks.

This is Mr. Franklin's return.

Norman lifted his head from the notebook and looked out the door, ready to meet Mr. Franklin.

And the notebook in front of him was turning to a new page, and the words recorded on it by the original owner of the notebook, who had little energy, became longer as the notebook was flipped back, and the latest sentence was,

"The teacher said that my name was written in the old language of Adrian. ”