But Jin Qing chuckled: "Do you think I can answer academic questions?"
Is 707 out of his mind? Otherwise, why would he have such terrible thoughts?
Since you can't answer the other party's questions, you naturally want to nip the problem in the bud.
707: "..." Host, you are confused. What makes you think that you can talk about academic topics?
In the following time, Jin Qing talked nonsense on the topic of persistence.
The students each hung their heads in collars.
They didn't want to listen to what Jin Qing said. They just wanted to stabilize their bodies so that they would not touch the collar or the sharp spikes below.
Looking out the window, it looks like a row of hanging ghosts hanging from the ceiling.
At the end of the class, the students in the second grade of secondary school left the classroom one after another in an orderly manner.
They really don't have the energy to bother.
Not only is it a loss of physical strength, but it is also the sequelae of high mental stress.
If you are not careful, you will get holes all over your body.
When their life safety was threatened, their secondary illnesses were cured without treatment.
After all, even the youngest among them is nearly a hundred years old.
Chuunibyou in the 20s and 30s is rare. If you have a chuunibyou at such an old age, you can only say that you have spoiled yourself.
After walking out of the teaching building, the students stopped and looked at each other: "Does the dean want to teach us how to fly today?"
This student's words seemed to open up a conversational box for others.
Everyone participated in the discussion.
"But the dean said she wanted to teach us what persistence is."
"Are you kidding? She didn't teach us anything. This is clearly a show of force."
"I think the dean is crazy."
"No, the dean should teach us self-control."
"I also think it should be a show of force."
"What you are saying is wrong. The dean is clearly warning us that the humans hurt by us are also in pain and walking on thin ice just like us."
...
Jin Qing squatted on the window sill, tilting his head and squinting at the backs of the students.
Isn't it said that all vampires love to fight? Why don't these guys start fighting?
Marcus cautiously touched Jin Qing's side: "Dad, what on earth do you want to teach them!"
He was also somewhat unclear about Jin Qing's intentions.
After listening to Ma Kuli's words, Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at him sideways: "Hold on, I've been talking for so long, haven't you listened at all?"
Makuri pointed back at the "teaching aids" in the classroom: "But what are these for?"
What does any of this have to do with persistence?
Jin Qing waved his hand and replied matter-of-factly: "The beam is hanging from the head and the cone is stabbing the buttocks!"
If there is anything you don’t understand, please explain it clearly.
Not only Marcus, but also 707 was shocked.
It always thought that these two sentences were just compliments to those diligent students.
But I didn't expect that when this kind of praise was implemented, it would have such an effect.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at Makuri sideways, but Makuri ducked back warily: "I didn't do anything wrong."
But the answer was Jin Qing's rebuke: "I told you not to ask questions."
Looking at Ma Kuli who fell down, 707: "..." Host, if you want to hit someone in the future, you can do it directly, there is no need to make excuses.
Jin Qing wiped the bricks on his sleeves: "It's better to look for it. You can't let people call you dad in vain!"
707: "...Haha!" Just be happy.
Before anyone noticed, the injured boy had been put into a car and taken to Prince Simon's castle.
He was originally just a small sixteen-generation vampire, but at a party, Simon fell in love with him.
Then get rid of his transformer and keep him by your side.
However, only very few people know these things.
Everyone thought that Simon was interested in his ability as a transformer, so he allowed him to benefit from it.
Taking the lead in making noise today was the task given to him by Simon himself.
The purpose is to test Avila's situation.
Who would have thought that Avila's situation was not tested, but she was poked like a sieve.
Blood is the source of energy for the vampires. After being seriously injured by Jin Qing, he continued to fly in the classroom for several hours.
He himself wanted to give himself a thumbs up.
He was carried to Severn by two guards, only to see that Severn was soaking comfortably in the pool of blood.
Severn didn't open his eyes and still rested against the wall of the pool: "Haas, the matter is not done yet, is it?"
The boy named Haas's expression froze, and before he could speak, Severn hooked his finger at him: "Come down!"
Haas lowered his head and looked at the bright red blood pool, and his chest suddenly twitched upward.
He recalled the blood that had flowed out of his body before.
Seeing that Haas did not move, Severn did not open his eyes, but threw a scythe beside him into Haas's hand: "If you like something fresh, just get it yourself."
As he spoke, the ceiling slowly opened to both sides.
More than a dozen people were hanging upside down in the air like dumplings.
A piercing scream suddenly sounded in the room.
There was a trace of satisfaction on Severn's face. Obviously, the current situation made him extremely comfortable.
After waiting for a while, there was still no movement from Haas. Seven frowned and finally slowly opened his eyes: "Don't you like it?"
But Haas lowered his head and still didn't react at all.
Severn's brows furrowed even more tightly. Haas was his favorite little pet recently.
As a result, he knows Haas' every move.
Like now, the little thing feels uncomfortable.
Haas was indeed feeling uncomfortable. He clenched his hands into fists and forced himself not to look.
He was scared to death by Jin Qing today. The people hanging above his head made him feel like he was seeing himself.
Seven said nothing more, but directly grabbed the sickle, selected the woman who yelled the loudest, and swiped it lightly.
The warm liquid flowed down like an open faucet, drenching Severn all over.
Severn let out a comfortable breath. He has always been a prince who knows the current affairs.
He has his own philosophy of survival.
While not touching Avella's bottom line, he will try his best to make himself more comfortable.
Unlike other princes, who often send people 1 to steal homeless people and beggars on the street.
He likes to use money to solve problems.
It's like these people hanging from the ceiling are all in need of large sums of money, so they automatically come to your door to sign agreements with them.
Before arriving, these people did not realize what they were about to face.
Death is actually not scary. What is scary is waiting silently for your unknown fate amidst the screams of others...
Haas never raised his head. The spilled liquid gave him a fear that he would feel the same.
He must have been like this before.
Haas's silence finally made prose impatient, he turned around and pinched Haas's chin.
But with this pinch, Seven's movements paused slightly: "Where are your teeth!"
A little pet without teeth is really ugly!
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It is indeed a bit violent, and when it comes to writing about another world, I can't stop the car.
But if you want to tame the vampires, instead of using violence, how can you use love to influence them?
It's not a joke, I just want to discuss...
Having said that, in order not to cause discomfort to my dear friends, I will omit writing it and seize the time to jump around the world.
Chirmi, I love you.
