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In front of everyone, the classroom door opened and a tall, skinny man appeared at the door and he was reaching out to push the door.

With a height of about one metre and eight and a long, exploding hair that rises toward the sky, this hairstyle is perfect even in Matt's hairstyle.

Dark, dark panda eyes with thick eyes. Is that like smoke makeup? It was popular many years ago, when there was a beautiful world-class female star with a signature smoke makeup.

Everyone in the teaching stared at the man and didn't blink.

The man suddenly caught the attention of the public. He grabbed his head with embarrassment and laughed: “I'm in class. Sorry to bother you. ”

“Who_are_you?” Professor Smith's chalk was pinched and the professor is angry now, with serious consequences!

“No oil, no oil.” The skinny tall man waved: “I went for someone. I won't be bothering you long. ”

Professor Smith's frontal blush exploded and he was ready to show this skinny, tall man some color.

But with that skinny, tall man waving his hand, Smith suddenly realized he couldn't move, and the whole person looked fixed. Not only is it impossible to move, but even the mouth and tongue are fixed. I can't even spin my eyeballs! In the end, even the mind begins to solidify.

The skinny tall man then turned his eyes around the classroom and seemed to be looking for someone.

All the students stared at him.

Only Song Shuhang, he looked at the door lock that exploded when "pushing the door", a bad feeling came up - pushing the door gently can blow up the door lock, definitely not ordinary people?

At least a monk who has taken quenching fluid is required to do this.

This is not a pharmacist, is it?

Book Sailing immediately shook his head hard.

No, it won't! The pharmacist seniors in the Jiuzhou group, even though they spoke less, could tell that he was a reliable seniors, how could it be this killing of Matt in front of them?

Unfortunately, life always comes with fear.

“Song Shuhang Xiaoyou, come out, I'm a pharmacist!” The skinny tall man stared at Book Sailing, and wow he laughed and waved hard.

Suddenly, all students stared at Song Shuhang.

Those eyes are so sharp and complex...

Song Shuhang covered his face - this day, can't live.

Besides, you didn't even call for Mao, so you knew he was here? What spell can he use to position himself?

Song Shuhang finally greeted him with a thick face.

“Teacher, I take two classes off, ha.” Song Shuhang apologized to Professor Smith.

Professor Smith didn't even blink an eye, and now his consciousness is solidified. When he recovers, he only stunned himself… he won't even notice that a student has left in front of him.

“Where's all that nonsense? Come with me.” The pharmacist dragged Song Shuhang.

“Tubor, help me pack my textbooks. Ha.” Song Shuhang finally yelled at Tubo and was dragged away by the pharmacist.

Behind the classroom, Tuba wondered, "It's not another delivery, is it? ”

“Not much like that.” Kocoum pushed the glasses: “Speaking of which, the last one didn't look like a courier either. ”

On the way, Song Shuhang asked: "Senior pharmacist, how did you find me? ”

“Phone positioning. Just enter your phone number and I'll be able to locate where you are. Then just look who's been through the 'quenching' in the classroom and you'll know which one's you. The difference between you and the average person is obvious when you take a quencher.” The pharmacist is proud of Yangtze.

Song Shuhang's fantasy broke again, turning out to be mobile phone positioning function, instead of searching for him a thousand miles by spell?

But isn't it necessary for him to agree on his cell phone to locate him before he can locate him? Is the pharmacist also a premium hacker or something, able to crack his cell phone program and force positioning?

Song Shuhang: “Anyway, I didn't expect you to dress so trendy. ”

“Tide? What do you mean?” The pharmacist looked confused.

“Like your blast haircut?” Song Shu Hangdao.

“Oh, you say that. This is actually because yesterday, when I flew directly from the Royal Sword of Haibei Province to the area of Jiangnan, I crossed two provinces. Plus the high altitude stroke is bigger and the hair is blown like this.” The pharmacist was embarrassed.

“...” Song Shuhang silenced for a moment, but didn't hesitate to ask: “The senior smoke makeup? ”

“Smoke makeup? Oh, I know. My apprentice used to tell me there was a star girl named Eville with makeup, right? But I'm not smoking makeup, it's just plain dark circles. As a pharmacist, we often stay up late to refine our dandrugs-sometimes for weeks without eating or drinking or sleeping. Over time, there was a dark circle. This dark circle has not faded since it is still often a dozen days old. Perhaps these dark circles will disappear when I make this breakthrough.” The pharmacist laughed.

Song Shuhang only felt 10,000 grass horses running around in his heart.

Compared to the image of the word gold in the crowd, the pharmacist in reality can talk very well, and he likes to laugh and laugh very loudly. The image is completely destroyed.

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Boys' dormitory.

“This is where you live. Where's Alchemy?” Ask the pharmacist.

“Alchemy room… barely counts here.” Song Shuhang points to the kitchen.

“Isn't this the kitchen?” The pharmacist rubbed his eyebrows: “Yes, you said it was a quenching liquid refined in an induction cooker and hot pot, but only in the kitchen. ”

Kitchen, alas. The pharmacist suddenly felt good and couldn't help but sigh deeply.

But he cheered up quickly.

“Book sailing buddy, can you refine the quenching fluid again, let me observe?” The pharmacist asked.

He unexpectedly discovered some interesting things yesterday when he reduced the quenching fluid process described by Song Shuhang by simulating alchemy.

But after all, simulating alchemy is simulation, there are many negligences, so he still wants to see the book cruise refine a quenching fluid to confirm some details.

“Now?” Song Shuhang looked at the time, the third lesson is half past, the time is already more than 9: 30.

“Problems?” the pharmacist questioned.

“There was a shortage of time, and in another hour and a half, the morning lesson ended, followed by lunch time.” Song Shuhang explained.

“Oh, I almost forgot, ordinary people need to eat. It's troublesome. A monk can solve these trivial problems by taking a pill.” The pharmacist muttered, a moment later, he asked again; “Do you have time for this afternoon? Can we try quenching fluid together this afternoon? ”

“Afternoon… I have class?” Song Shu Hangdao - can take a leave of absence, and he even has a leave note ready.

“Classes? I almost forgot you were a student. So, who's your afternoon teacher?” The pharmacist asked naturally.

This is a very disturbing question!

“Senior, with all due respect. Although I'm sure Senior is an honest man, I'd like to ask, Senior, are you not going to take my afternoon teacher to the hospital?” Song Shuhang asked seriously - the tragedy caused by Yoshiko Yu was like yesterday! No, it was just yesterday.

“Ah-ha, have you thought of that too? Isn't that a great idea? If you put your teacher in the hospital, you'll be free this afternoon? Don't worry, I can grasp the fire, just hurt my leg.” The pharmacist took it for granted.

We're gonna cry when we get our teacher to the hospital, okay? Ask for mercy!