56. The teacher is a bit strong
Han Xue said, "Forget it, I won't tell you, you should eat quickly! After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Xiao Qian to say anything, and turned around with the tray.
Xiao Qian thought to herself, this person must not be Yahuan, who still invites Yahuan this year, what he is talking about is to do it himself!
Xiao Qian said to her back: "Thank you!"
She looked back and smiled and said, "You're welcome." ”
Feeling that this line was no different from the earth, Xiao Qian suddenly felt very kind.
He looked at the dishes, soups and meals on the table, and was really a little hungry, so he picked up the chopsticks and ate them.
The grass fruits and sand kernels in the braised pork are too heavy, and they can't taste the taste of meat, but that bowl of rice is delicious, maybe Xiaoqian hasn't eaten for a long time, and eating meat every day doesn't seem to meet the standard of health.
Xiao Qian suddenly remembered something, since the village chief joined this organization very early, why didn't this organization help Ge Lao Village to tide over the difficulties, it seems that life here is quite passable, why don't you help those people, help them improve their food! Also, Ge Lao Village had an armed fight with Wuhe Village over the matter of water, why didn't this organization help, so that the men of the entire Ge Lao Village were seriously injured, and the village chief was also injured.
Xiao Qian can't figure out these things, of course, it's not good to ask the village chief directly now, let's take one step at a time!
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The next day, Han Xue came early in the morning to call Xiao Qian and asked him to go to class with him.
Xiaoqian is now a child who is tired of school, but looking at Han Xue's sincere face, he is idle anyway, so he followed. His path of cultivation is different from that of other people, so he can't just go out and run away if he is not familiar with life!
The classrooms in the school are also spacious and bright, but the people here are in large classes, and there are 100 people crammed into one classroom, and there are no classes.
The classroom was already full of classmates, their blue and green clothes, the boys were in green shirts, and the girls were blue long skirts, there was really a feeling that the gold and silver mountains could not withstand the green mountains and green waters. Hanxue found him an empty seat to sit down, but he went to another place to sit down.
Xiaoqian found a problem, there are more female classmates than male classmates, and it is a bit yin and yang. It won't be like those organizations in the movie that specialize in cultivating female killers! Xiao Qian muttered in her heart. There is also a bit of a big age difference between these classmates, the older one may be fifteen or sixteen years old, while the younger one is only four or five years old.
Xiao Qian's tablemate is fourteen or fifteen years old, very good-looking, with a goose egg face, a pair of big watery eyes, looking very spiritual, white skin, and a feeling of wanting to break his fingers. These are not Xiao Qian's concerns, he doesn't believe that going to school here will not unfold on his body like the plots in those romantic dramas, what he cares about most is that this person has strong spiritual power fluctuations, and it should be level 3. Several of the students in the class have reached level 2, and it seems that this is really a place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
When the female classmate saw him sitting beside him, she didn't look reserved at all, but stretched out her hand generously, wanted to shake hands with him, and said to him with a smile: "My name is Liu Ruoxin, surnamed Liu, if the sky is affectionate, if you appreciate Xin, we will be at the same table in the future, please give me more advice!"
It was the first time that Xiaoqian had a female classmate take the initiative to shake hands with him, not to mention that she was still a beautiful girl, but he did not hold her hand tightly with excitement or even a little tearful, and was reluctant to let go for a long time, but said with a flat expression: "My name is Wang Xiaoqian, Wang Xiaoqian's Wang, Wang Xiaoqian's Xiaoqian, Wang Xiaoqian's Qian." "He didn't reach out either.
The little girl was a little embarrassed, and she couldn't get off the stage for a while, thinking that this person was too faceless.
The other students also looked at Wang Xiaoqian together, so strange that they couldn't believe that this was true. This young man also looks average, he can only be regarded as pleasing to the eye, not ugly, but this Liu Ruoxin actually took the initiative to talk to him, he didn't even catch a cold, and even introduced himself with such lines, which is unreasonable!
Xiao Qian didn't like to read on earth, especially mathematics, and he felt that class was a kind of torture. I remember that when the teacher talked about the unit of length, he said that the unit of length is meters, kilometers, and centimeters. Xiao Qian said, and rice. Some of his classmates laughed, and some studious people felt that he deliberately interrupted the teacher's words, and they were angry. The teacher's psychological quality was too good, and he didn't get angry at all, but continued to lecture with a smile. He always interjected intentionally or unintentionally, disrupting the teacher's thoughts, but the teacher just didn't get angry, and when he interrupted, he would re-sort it out! Later, he felt that this was too boring, so he simply didn't come to the lecture and went directly to the Internet café to play games or something. At that time, the female classmates all loved to study, and no one had a good impression of him at all, let alone take the initiative to greet him, and they all treated him as a psychopath.
Liu Ruoxin saw that he didn't give face, and he didn't get angry, he just stretched out his other hand, put his hands together, and sat down.
At this time, the teacher came, and the students did not stand up like the people on the earth, "Hello teacher!" but looked at the teacher and nodded. The teacher also looked at everyone and nodded, and started the class directly.
This teacher is about 30 years old, and he is in a Chinese class, and he is actually learning Chinese.
However, as soon as the teacher started to lecture, Xiaoqian's head hurt.
The teacher said, "Let's review what you learned yesterday with me, ah......"
An "ah" word is long. Xiao Qian thought that something had changed, but as a result, the classmates also made the same long voice, "Ah......"
"Nest ......" the teacher reads.
The "Nest ......" classmates followed in unison, very in unison, but it didn't sound harmonious at all, like a choir without separate parts.
What is this? Still learning this? Even a scumbag like Xiao Qian can't look down on this kind of teaching content.
When the teacher saw that he was not reading, he looked at him and said, "This student is a newcomer, please get up, and I will teach you to read again." ”
Xiao Qian stood up and read: "Dig a nest, plant beans!"
The classmates couldn't help but laugh.
Xiao Qian suddenly felt a strong fluctuation of spiritual power emanating from the teacher's body, which had reached at least level 4.
Xiao Qian couldn't help but be surprised, couldn't he have made a move! Didn't he say that teachers can't physically punish students? You are a level 4 powerhouse, how many students can withstand your slap? Xiao Qian reacted instinctively and suddenly ran out of the classroom.
Teacher: "......"
Students: "......"
How can you say that you can run, this is in class, big brother! Why don't you understand the rules at all?
Xiao Qian ran out of the classroom, saw that no one was chasing him, stopped, and looked back at the classroom in a daze. Even he didn't understand why he ran out, and if the teacher really wanted to kill you, would you still be able to run away? This is someone else's territory, and someone else has the final say.
Suddenly, he felt a fluctuation in his spiritual power, and he hurriedly turned around, thinking that the teacher had come out of nowhere and was behind him.