"I don't know, can you get out of the way and let me out", Lu Ming glanced at Wang Dong next to him, then looked at Huo Yuhan lying on the table, and complained.

"Since there is no class, let's go for a spin", Wang Dong wrapped his hair around his fingers, supported his head, and his eyelashes shook twice.

Lu understood her glance and muttered, "I have nothing to do to cultivate, I still have something to do."

Wang Dong smiled hesitantly, and his body let go of a gap, "Don't be angry, don't you want to stay with you for a while", I don't know what medicine this little girl took wrong, and her face didn't blush.

On the other hand, on Lu Ming's side, his face became extremely exciting, his face was red and purple, and he was a little annoyed by Xiao Nizi's ridiculous words, but he couldn't think of any sarcastic language for a long time.

I could only pretend not to hear, turned my head, tightened my abdomen, and carefully squeezed it out of the gap, and the subtle cool touch acted on my arm, which was Wang Dong's fluffy hair.

Squeezing through the crowd, the students around you are discussing today's events one by one, and the narrow corridor is rubbing shoulders with each other.

All kinds of strange smells, grease, sweat stains, the pungent smell of perfume on some girls' bodies, the fragrance of clothes, mixed with carbon dioxide poured into the nasal passages, making people slightly dizzy.

The two little girls were smarter, and they didn't choose to go out at this time, and after a little waiting, the wind outside the corridor window would blow everyone away with a smell.

Lu Ming usually doesn't like to leave the classroom as soon as school is over, but today is really forced by the situation. He didn't know what medicine the two little girls had taken wrong, what madness they had, their decency and shyness were gone, only the pure body fragrance of youth - the smell of hormones.

Spending more than a second with two people made Lu Ming uneasy, and this uncontrollable and unpredictable behavior made him very uncomfortable. But more importantly, at this age of increased hormone secretion in the brain, every unpredictable behavior is challenging the amount of hormone secretion, bringing uncontrollable changes to the heart.

Lu Ming didn't believe in his self-control, and all factors that might bring him painful emotions needed to be eliminated as much as possible.

When he returned to his room and locked the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat back at the table, poured a glass of water, and continued to prepare the materials.

After Huo Yuhan and Wang Dong returned to the dormitory, they tried to twist the door, but there was no movement, the two of them were slightly deflated, and they returned to the familiar dormitory without knocking on the door uninterestingly.

In the next two days, Lu Ming completed all the work, the charter, the power structure, the publication section, and even wrote a few articles.

The only headache is that he has never been able to get rid of the two sick little girls, in order to avoid them, Lu Ming even deliberately changed his work and rest method, and adjusted the meal time to around ten o'clock and three o'clock in the afternoon every day, and only ate two meals a day.

Finally, on the third day, all the meetings were completed, and the teachers of the whole school received new instructions, a list of punishments for certain teachers, and new rules and institutions that were born later.

Moon looked much older, and it was not easy to argue with those people, but fortunately, he was still somewhat dignified, and those people finally agreed to all the proposals under pressure, but from then on, Moon was also used to being called a "tyrant" by the major nobles.

Lu Ming attended Tang Yuyan's funeral that afternoon, there was no one, only Zhou Yi, Fan Yu, Moon and the two little girls who peeked from afar, this matter should not be publicized, it was held in a garden in the inner courtyard of Shrek Academy.

Everything was very simple, and Moon was the master of ceremonies for the girls, and although many people persuaded him that it was inappropriate and impolite, he still insisted on doing so.

The garden at sunset was coated with a layer of orange light, and the flowers swayed under the magnificence, making a slight friction sound, and even the weeping crowd, a girl like an elf, and only flowers and plants could be counted as her family.

Lu Ming killed the man with his own hands and cut off his head, but it didn't give him the slightest pleasure, and he didn't even want that filthy piece of meat to flow in this land.

The girl was beautiful, even in death, and lying in an ice coffin was like a sleeping beauty, except for the pitiful paleness.

Zhou Yi couldn't cry silently, she regarded this child as her daughter, but Lu Ming didn't move, when he really reached this point, he felt pale and powerless, and he didn't even dare to attend her final funeral.

He didn't even have the right to come here, everything was a matter of powerlessness after the incident, but he did come eventually, he wanted to meet this elf-like girl.

Time passed little by little, and the ice coffin was finally replaced by a wooden coffin, and he finally mustered up the courage to step forward.

Without saying a word, he put in the coffin a dried flower sealed in a glass case, and a thin letter, and stared at the familiar face, his lips squirmed twice, and he didn't make a sound.

The funeral finally came to an end, and after the short eulogy fell, the coffin was covered inch by inch with new soil, and a tombstone sat on the black soil, the most beautiful girl in the world - Tang Yuyan.

People began to leave one by one, and in the end, only Lu Ming was left standing alone in place, the falling sun dyed him red, and the garden was like a fairyland.

He gazed at the land, a fairyland-like land, surrounded by flowers, the breeze, the orange sunset, the peculiar smell of the earth.

The black earth was stained red by the setting sun, it was the blood that had been deposited, the blood of the girl, and all the blood stains on this land, which contained endless pain and anxiety.

Lu Ming squatted down, picked up a small handful of dirt from the ground, and put it in his hand to look at the doorway inside, and the special smell penetrated his nose.

He left the place, clutching the handful of dirt, and went back to the dormitory, and sprinkled it into the little pot, out of which a delicate young shoot, green and crisp, had emerged.

The elf-like girl lay there like this, a lonely coffin, empty and dark, with a dried flower beside it, clearly dry, but brightly colored.

The thin letter was full of guilt for a person, affirmation of a person's beauty, and a boy's affection for a girl, but she couldn't see any of this......

Huo Yuhan and Wang Dong also finally found a trace - the reason for Lu Ming's change, although it was only a little bit of fog, it was still a huge iceberg hidden under the water.

The day after the funeral, the students hurried into the classroom again, but this time there was a lot of difference, and there was a booklet on each seat, which wrote the school rules and regulations, and how the students should protect their rights and interests.

Even during class, you can see some strange teachers sitting in the back of the classroom, holding a notebook, constantly recording something.

At lunchtime, the students were discussing today's changes, while the teacher's area was complaining about the increase in workload and the discomfort of having limited power, and whispered about the big events that happened in the past few days.

Huo Yuhan and Wang Dong sat in the position of Lu Ming across the aisle, this distance Lu Ming would only feel uncomfortable, but he would not escape, the two little girls still stuck to him like a fart.

The whole school has ushered in some changes, the students can't believe that some of the school rules are being made, and the teachers are scolding at the rules and regulations of the new job, and the curriculum is planned according to the teaching indicators.

Lu Ming came to the office, where there was the printing equipment that the old man had gotten for him—movable type printing, which was commonly used in the Douluo Continent.

Sunlight shone into the room through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and the scent of ink and fresh paper was charming, and Lu Ming took out the prepared plaque from his bracelet and hung it in the center of the wall.

"Hold on to the Weapon of Criticism"

Then a printed note was framed underneath - "If the sharp criticism disappears completely, the mild criticism will become harsh." If mild criticism is also not allowed, silence will be perceived as ill-intentioned. If silence is no longer allowed, it will be a crime to not praise enough. If only one voice is allowed to exist, then the only voice that exists is a lie."