Due to the complexity of the ancient language, Franklin taught only one new language each time, and in the coming years, the content of the law course was bound to be occupied by this new ancient language.

He will spend more than ten days explaining this ancient language in detail, using various methods to help students master the reading, semantics, and drawing of this ancient language. In the next ten days, he will extend the content around this new ancient language, such as the new ancient language grouping, on the one hand, it can further strengthen the students' understanding of the new ancient language, and on the other hand, it can also consolidate the knowledge of the old ancient language, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone.

So whenever they learn a new old language, it often takes these Franklin students in their early months to get the first taste of it.

But no one thinks it's slow, the students are used to it, and many even think it's fast—you know, there are many other mages in the third district who teach more slowly.

For example, Mr. Benson, a friend of Mr. Benson's students has heard that it often takes a month and a half or even two months for Mr. Benson to teach an ancient language, and even Miss Peggy, who has the best and fastest learning of ancient languages under Mr. Benson, has only learned 48 ancient languages in five years, which is not at all comparable to Mr. Franklin's.

And they were accustomed to learning ancient languages at such a pace, so the students were suddenly surprised to hear that Franklin suddenly had to teach two new ancient languages in less than a month.

In less than a month, you can't learn an ancient language, how can two of them learn it?

While they were surprised and puzzled, wondering what had happened to Mr. Franklin today, Mr. Franklin had already given a general explanation of the two new old words, and then the students saw Mr. Franklin pick up a wet rag without warning, and suddenly wipe off the two old words that had been drawn on the slate.

I haven't finished copying it yet!

Below, there were students who were slowly sketching the ancient patterns against the slate, and there were also students who had not yet put pen to paper and were still observing the ancient patterns, who were also stupid, staring at Franklin's face for a long time.

Mr. Franklin, what the hell is going on today?

As is customary, shouldn't these two ancient words be drawn on the slate for the next few days without erasing them to help them deepen their memory?

Before they could come to their senses, Franklin spoke.

"Now, who can tell me about the two old words that I just taught? I mean, pronunciation, general meaning. Of course, it would be better if it could be drawn. ”

Airplanes!

The students below all whispered in unison, as if a griffon had skimmed low over the living room, and all of them looked at Mr. Franklin behind the table in disberuance.

He was standing there, the top of the high table almost up to his chest.

What was Mr. Franklin talking about? How could they possibly "speak" these two ancient words, who had just spoken them casually, and had not even practiced with them in detail what the pronunciation was?

Most of the students don't even remember the approximate pronunciation of those two neo-archaic words, let alone the meaning, as for drawing them......

The structure of ancient languages is inherently complex and very delicate, and many times a long part of the painting and a short part represent two completely different ancient languages. For such an extremely complex language, it takes a lot of time to copy and practice each new ancient language to memorize the complete pattern shape, how can it be possible to memorize its structure just by talking about it?

But Franklin was inconsiderate of his students.

Norman noticed that Franklin's gaze was on him, paused, as if to think, and shifted away again, pointing to the boy somewhere near the living room door, "Justin, tell me about it." ”

Norman, along with the other students, looked at the boy named Justin.

The student named Justin is a boy, very delicate, standing up without two taels of meat on his body, and he can fall down when the wind blows, he is really not a capable worker, quite like a girl.

He saw the boy named Justin slowly stand up, looked down at the paper on his desk, raised his head, looked at Franklin and said, "Sir, the first ancient word you taught was 'planing,' which means...... Meaning...... By the way, it means direction, which represents the ...... of the West"

Norman almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

What the hell is "planing"?!

If Franklin's pronunciation is barely acceptable, Justin's pronunciation is completely unacceptable - if Franklin hadn't explicitly asked him to speak the two ancient words he had taught before, he would not have known that Justin was saying "gone with the wind"!

And how does this old saying get involved with direction?

This guy doesn't understand these two old sayings at all.

However, only Norman felt so, and Justin himself was still very proud: although he used a little skill to mark the pronunciation of two ancient languages in the way of lingua franca, he was still remarkable that he was able to initially grasp the pronunciation of this new ancient language in such a short time. He doesn't remember the meaning, or he was in a hurry, and he deduced it from some structures that he vaguely remembered, and it should be almost the same.

I'm really as good as ever.

Franklin was also very satisfied.

He is still a very good student, and he can pronounce the sound to this level in such a short time, which can be said to be very remarkable, and these students placed in him can be said to be unique, and it is not in vain that he has always regarded him as a focus to cultivate.

As for the meaning of drifting into the West, he didn't want to pursue it too much, after all, he only said it in a hurry, and he didn't go into much detail, and it was normal for Justin to be confused.

“...... That's what these two old sayings are. ”

In a moment, Justin had finished his understanding of these two new ancient words.

The other students were all staring at Justin at the moment, and many of them had adoring eyes, but Bernie and a few of them had calm expressions.

No way, after seeing the monster like Norman, Justin, who was originally considered extremely good in their eyes, good enough to be jealous, is just like that.

After listening to Justin's answer, Franklin nodded and asked the routine, "Can you draw them again?"

Justin shook his head, "I can't. ”

Franklin nodded again, "Sit down." ”

The other students were not disappointed that Justin was unable to draw these two old words: Isn't that a matter of course?

They thought it was the truth, and Justin thought it was the truth, so he himself would not be disappointed by this, he was still so proud and confident, and sat down gracefully, and his elegant and wise image won the eyes of several female students who pretended to be reserved.

It's probably the image of the perfect prince charming in the decathlon.

Justin answered, but Franklin didn't seem to have any intention of ending there, his gaze still wandering over the faces of the students below, and finally, at some point, finally stopped.

"Norman. ”

By the time the class had started, Franklin had finally pronounced the name, which was unfamiliar to most of the students.

"What can you tell me?"