Arriving at the seat where she had been sitting in the back row, Guan Mingxin closed her eyes and once again thought about the enlightenment content inherited from "The Secret of All Things".
When there were only five minutes left before the bell rang, other students swarmed over.
As for the teacher, he naturally walked in with the bell ringing.
At this time, Jiujiu also completed the absorption and fusion, and Huanxing, which serves as a personal optical brain, can continue to be used.
Guan Mingxin opened her eyes and saw the blue-haired teacher from yesterday, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Doesn’t it mean that the teachers of each course are different?
If I remember correctly, today's class is "Chronicles of the Fengdong Kel Empire", right?
Why did the blue-haired teacher who "taught" the basics of cultivation yesterday come to this class again?
Is it possible that this blue-haired teacher takes care of all the courses in Class 999999999?
I have to say that Guan Mingxin's intuition is really sharp, and she once again found out the truth!
Like other colleges, Mandoya Children's College has completely "given up" on this group of students in class 999999999.
Throw in a thorough teacher who is also "ostracized" and simply "ignore" him!
As long as life safety is ensured, everything else is up to them, and it doesn't matter whether they learn or not.
Besides, wasn't it precisely because of the special nature of Class 999999999 that the school's senior management unanimously decided to throw away Guan Mingxin, the "little monster and big killer"?
After all, this is the safest place in the entire Mandoya Children's Academy!
At this moment, Guan Mingxin, the "Little Monster's Big Killer", watched helplessly as the teacher and classmates opened their personal optical brains one by one, skillfully selected the "Miracle" login window, adjusted their most comfortable posture, closed their eyes, Enter the game world of "Miracle".
Guan Mingxin was truly speechless to the teachers and classmates!
Originally, I was exhausted by the unreliable master in the "Miracle" game world last night, so I thought that the teachers at Mantua Children's Academy in real life would be better, right?
But I never thought that I was still too ambitious!
She stared at the blue-haired teacher who was lying on the desk unwillingly, and said repeatedly with strong mental fluctuations, and the old man's voice was long:
"Teacher is in class~~~
It’s time for the teacher to teach~~~~
Invite the teacher to teach~~~~~
Teacher, please come to class~~~~"
Guan Mingxin was very sure that the blue-haired teacher had received the meaning conveyed by his mental power fluctuations.
In his own perception, this blue-haired teacher is extremely dangerous, and his strength must be extraordinary.
Compared to the master in the "Miracle" game world, the intuition of Guan Mingxin, the blue-haired teacher, is even better, maybe more than one!
Guan Mingxin couldn't believe that the blue-haired teacher didn't receive such strong mental fluctuations, but one minute passed, five minutes passed, and a quarter of an hour passed.
One hour
The other party was actually there from beginning to end! move! At! Sincerely!
Guan Mingxin didn't even know how complicated and helpless she was feeling at the moment. She just carried on "harassing" the teacher for a whole class and gave up completely after class was over.
Guan Mingxin doesn’t even know how to express her feelings.
On impulse, this little stubborn person also got angry.
Guan Mingxin glared at the blue-haired teacher with resentment and persisted in "harassing" him for the entire class!
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Guan Mingxin suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball. He instantly regained his mental strength, but still managed to pull himself together and weakly ordered special nutritional supplements for everyone.
After resting for a while, I got up just like yesterday, and ate with the teachers and classmates one by one, and finally myself.
After the housekeeping robot left with the empty nutrient bottle, Guan Mingxin closed her eyes and continued to study the enlightenment content inherited from "The Secret of Everything".
In this way, a day passed in waves, waves, wood, death, shock, and silence.
When Guan Mingxin returned to the villa, she had no intention of talking to anyone else. She finished dinner in silence and returned to her bedroom.
Shower, wash, put on comfortable pajamas, bypass the soft bed, go straight to the game nutrition cabin and stand, click on the hatch switch, and lie down in it.
A series of movements seemed to flow smoothly. It was not until the nutrient solution began to gradually submerge himself that Guan Mingxin came back to his senses and shook his head, feeling amused by his inexplicable angry behavior today.
Fortunately, the three guys who lived in the same villa were also extremely obsessed with "Miracle". Even the meticulous Kong Qinglang didn't notice the strangeness of Guan Mingxin, and he also hurriedly picked up the food. I rushed into the bedroom to log in to "Miracle".
If Xuanyuan Yunyan hadn't been forced to develop good cooking skills by his mother when he was living in the Heywood family, He Piaojun and Kong Qinglang might even want to save time for eating!
Anyway, although the taste of specially formulated nutrients is not very good, at least it saves time and effort, and reduces excretion.
Entering the "Miracle" game world again, Guan Mingxin felt the warm sunshine coming in from the window. When he looked around, he saw that the sun was shining brightly in the blue sky. He secretly praised it, it was such a good weather.
Then he quickly stood up, jumped out of bed, and ran downstairs. At a glance, he saw Master turned into the old woman again, holding little Dan'er and sunbathing on the lounge chair, lazily and leisurely.
Next to the recliner was a set of short tables and chairs, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the table. There was a thin blanket on the ground next to it, and on them were the two thick enlightenment picture albums. At first glance, they were specially prepared for me.
Guan Mingxin hurriedly took a few steps, silently bowed respectfully to Master, then walked to the table obediently, gently pulled out the chair, and sat down.
He reached out and poured some water into the inkstone, picked up the ink stick, and while studying the ink, Guan Mingxin thought about whether to write or trace the picture album later.
When Mo Yan is done, he has decided.
He picked up the paperweight and pressed it down on the paper made of unknown material, picked up the pen, held the pen, dipped in ink, and started writing. He unconsciously assumed a standard posture without any pause or adjustment in the middle.
As if he has done it thousands of times, he writes the simplest strokes first and draws the simplest shapes: horizontal, vertical, left, right, point, fold, straight line, wavy line, arc, triangle, square, circle. , pentagon, etc...
When it feels almost done, a piece of paper is almost full.
Instead of using new paper, I just wrote the ancient and mysterious words in the middle of the graphics.
When no more blank spaces can be found on this piece of paper, take it off and continue on the second piece of paper.
Except for the dozen or so graphics and words on the first piece of paper, which looked a little crooked due to poor control of strength, the subsequent drawings became more standard and the writing became more rhythmic.
