The first day is a music class, the second day is a magic pattern class, the third day is an etiquette class, the fourth day is a biology class, the fifth day is a culture class, five days a cycle, no holidays.

Something went wrong on the first day of music lessons.

When his dear teacher Eureka arrived in front of the students half-drunk, he smiled at Xueling and said, "Little girl, you came to my class on the first day, you are so sensible......"

Xue Ling silently turned her head and looked at the smiling classmates with an expressionless face, full of coldness.

It wasn't until Mr. Eureka woke up that he patted his head and looked at Xue Ling, "Oh, it's a little boy." He muttered, "Well, let's take an ordinary violin and practice it for two days, and then study it when you're enough." "This is the first basic practice of the violin section, practicing the posture of holding the piano.

Holding the piano for three hours, everyone stood in two rows, like wooden stakes, and Hureka walked between the two rows of students with a teaching pole with hazy eyes that could not distinguish between men and women, and twitched the arms of the students who were not in good shape. And he is very particular about the places he draws, and every time he draws the places that are not red, swollen or bleeding, but they are painful.

Among them, Xue Ling was beaten the most. The teaching pole kept pumping his arm in a very rhythmic posture, and the students listened to it with sympathy. "I have to take special care of the students he sent, haha......" said the old man Eureka with a smiling smile. Xue Ling didn't speak, he stood there expressionlessly, but every time he hit the stick, his posture was one point standard, and finally Eureka's stick only occasionally hit his arm, and he was already numb and couldn't feel the pain.

When the three hours came, the old man Eureka threw the teaching rod and sat down on the chair, shouting that he was tired and exhausted. The students collectively despised us: You beat us and you are still tired, you can try it a few times! But they didn't pay attention to the old man, and they were all moving their stiff legs, feet and arms little by little.

"Hey, how are you?" asked a boy whispering as he leaned over to Xueling. "Okay, do we know each other?" asked Xue Ling, rubbing her numb arm. "You may not know me, but I remember you. Do you remember the group of people you beat up three years ago? I'm one of them, and I remember you when you punched me on the head. He sighed and said, "By the way, I know your name is Xue Ling." ”

"Oh. Xue Ling said without raising her head. "Anyway, you're really amazing, you don't say a word when you hit your arm so painfully, and you don't have any expression. He said with a look of adoration and a tone of voice. "Oh. Xue Ling turned his head, he couldn't bear it, but he couldn't make expressions at all, he also wanted to be happy like others, so he laughed and cried, but he couldn't.

At the end of the first day, Xue Ling returned with unusually painful arms and trembling legs, only to see a teary-eyed Tara at the gate of the palace. It turned out that the little girl hadn't seen him all day, and after crying with Hea for a while, she sat at the door and waited for Xue Ling to come back, and waited until dusk.

"Xue Ling, you're finally back!" Tara shouted in surprise as she stood up when she saw him, but tears flowed down her cheeks. Tara jumped next to him, wiped her tears and smiled and said, "Let's go, let's go to dinner together." "Hmm. Xue Ling replied unnaturally. He was never good at dealing with things with feelings, maybe because of his own lack and fear of feelings, or maybe because he never understood the meaning of feelings. "It's back. Sau saw Xue Ling come back and said lightly. "Hmm. Xue Ling felt that he was suitable for this attitude, not to care like Tara, you are the whole world, just to take a faint look at your life and death.

That's good too.

The next day's drawing class was mental work, and it was enough to just sit there and study. The first thing to learn is the principle and basic structure of the magic pattern, which is purely memorization and understanding. Xue Ling's memory and comprehension are incredible, and when others recognize it, he can already memorize it, and Hyans is very surprised by his speed, thinking that Xue Ling is a magic genius. Xue Ling finished the course of others in five days in one day, and this speed also stunned all his classmates, and everyone was amazed.

On the third day of the etiquette class, the teacher taught Xue Ling the most standard etiquette little by little, and whipped him with a fine whip that did not meet the standards. At the end of the day, Xue Ling's body was covered with tiny whip marks, and she felt a throbbing pain whenever she touched something.

But at the end of the day, the elegant-looking etiquette teacher taught him the first lesson: "Learn to comfort someone, and if you give someone a stick and don't beat him to death, you have to give him a turnip and knead him." That way, people won't resent you and stab you in secret, and when you're sure you can beat him to death with a thicker stick. Of course, your comfort will be more important for your own people, and if you make your own girl angry, it only takes a few words of sorry and I was wrong to get her to forgive you. And comforting people is also a good means to win people's hearts, so a successful person must first learn to comfort others, understand?"

Xue Ling looked at the scars on her body that quickly disappeared, and then at the gentle smile on the teacher's face, and nodded silently. He suddenly understood that perhaps the strongest of the five teachers was not the etiquette teacher, but the most terrifying was definitely him.

On the fourth day of biology class, the handsome teacher Mo Xiu taught him to identify various medicinal herbs and their medicinal effects.

"I heard that your magic pattern talent is very good, so you need to study hard. Teacher Mo Xiu picked up a purple flower in the space of Xue Ling's memory medicinal herbs and said softly. The petals in his hand shimmered with a shimmering light, and it was so beautiful that it was heartbreaking. "Oh. Xue Ling glanced at it, and he recognized it as a medicinal herb called Purple Candle Flower. This is the first plant that Mo Xiu told him, purple candle flowers, the petals have a faint light flickering, after picking can keep a year of freshness, the flower body is highly poisonous, ordinary people touch it and die. And now Mo Xiu was playing with it in his hand, and his eyes flashed with a light that Xue Ling couldn't understand. "Actually, I really don't want to teach you these things, it's just that I can't refuse because of my previous friendship. Teacher Mo Xiu looked at the flickering light of the petals, "If you count me, I only had three students, and the other two died, which can also be said to have died young." He raised his head and smiled at Xue Ling, "It seems that my students are quite short-lived." "Oh. Xue Ling replied, "It's over." He pointed to the various plants arranged in front of him. "It's done," Mo Xiu glanced at and picked up a white grass, "I didn't tell you which type of this is, did I? How did you get it right?" Xue Ling looked up, "I don't know, I just think it should be this category." "Oh. Teacher Mo Xiu put the grass down, "That's right, then I'll teach you something else." He laughs.