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“Ouch, ooh.” The original man was slapped in the palm of his hand, his body hurt and he smoked, but he dared not really take his hand back.

He stood still with tears in his eyes, his hands beaten ten feet each, and his palms were drawn red.

This image… as if in ancient times, a stereotypical private schoolboy was lecturing the wrong young students.

However, the scene suddenly became very pleasant when the old man in private school changed into a young man in a black trench coat and the young student changed into a tall primitive.

Miss Lu Fei apologized and looked at the original person who had been punched in the palm of her hand. She really didn't think she could hold a smile, causing the original person to be punched in the palm of her hand ten times, so she was very uncomfortable. If she knew that the original would be punished, she would surely die covering her mouth and never make a laugh.

“Go back and copy The Three Words three times, and you'll never finish your meal.” The men in black trench coat sank.

The original man clapped his hands like Amnesty, rubbed his palms and ran away... presumably to copy the Three Words.

The two rows of original companions looked at his distant back with envy - just three copies of the Three Words, and no longer had to stay in the grass embryo room with this black windbreaker man.

This is so happy.

Because it won't take long for three copies of The Three Words, but if you stay with this man in the black trench coat, you make a bigger mistake, but you're going to stay on the big tree at the mouth of the island, and you're going to be severely hanged. Damn, I can hear you screaming when you get hung up and beaten up.

The man in the black trench coat retracted his ruler and then stood negatively towards the group of passengers.

The passengers saw that the man in the black trench coat was clearly of Huaxia ethnicity with yellow skin, and also saw that the other party appeared to have a great prestige in the original tribe. The original people were terrified of his appearance and relieved themselves a little... so that the safety of others themselves would be at least guaranteed?

At the same time, some passengers can say that they would like to go forward and communicate with the men in black trench coat and get acquainted with each other.

But the man in the black trench coat looked serious, and there was an indescribable majesty between walks. Under such heavy repression, even those who can speak the way again, open their mouths, are unable to say half a word.

Soon after, the man in black trench coat walked in front of the old professor with white hair and pale hair - the old professor's position was at the front of the door.

“Hello.” Nodded the man in black trench coat.

After he spoke, the old professor felt light-hearted at once, and the old professor hurried back: "You too. ”

Unconsciously, when the old professor faced the man in the black trench coat, he actually used the name 'you’... he clearly looked like a young man, and the old professor was already pale with white hair.

This is invisible pressure and majesty.

The man nodded and continued to ask: "Are you? ”

“I'm Nantianxing, a professor at Yoshikawa University in Huaxia.” The old professor stood up and lowered his posture.

“University professor?” When the man in the black trench coat heard this place, his eyes lit up!

Afterwards, the man in the black trench coat smiled and held Professor Nam's hand with enthusiasm: "It turns out it's Professor Nam, I've heard of him for a long time! ”

The black trench coat man smiled and his heavy sense of dignity disappeared. As cold ice suddenly melts into hot springs, passengers feel lighter. Even breathing is getting smoother!

Professor Nantianxing nodded with a smile... Looks like he still has some prestige in the biology plant research classification. Even the man in the black trench coat knew he existed and his attitude changed dramatically.

Professor Nan Tianxing couldn't help but be a little proud - after learning and reaching his age, it's not money that cares, it's fame! It would be great to make a breakthrough in research.

The man in the black trench coat said with enthusiasm: "You must be responsible for teaching Chinese, right? ”

“Yeah, is that... gah?” Professor Nanjing's smile is frozen.

The old professor pushed me.

Teaching Chinese?

No, I'm not from the Chinese department, I'm from the Biology Plant Research Classification!

The old professor feels so heartbroken, and he has a heartache of oversized and uppercase!

“You're just in time, I've been waiting for you for so long!” The man in the black trench coat was enthusiastic: “I was so upset to teach the original Chinese language. Not long ago, friends pointed me out, let me teach these guys how to read the Pinyin alphabet, these guys barely recite the Three Words. But since I started teaching The Tales, these primitive people started to be stupid again. I don't even know how to teach myself, what went wrong. ”

So the original people's Three Words were taught by this black trench coat man... and this black trench coat man is also taught the original people's Theory?

Many of the young people present felt a little sweaty.

These primitive people actually want to learn "Theory"!

Not to mention the primitive people, even their native Huaxia people have not completed the "Theory." In the textbooks of primary and secondary school students today, they only smoke a few sentences to learn, and they never finish the discourse from beginning to end.

Even a lot of people here didn't finish the "Three Words"...

Professor Nantianxing is also sweaty —— he is now certain that the man in the black trench coat in front of him is mistaken for him. This is a huge misunderstanding and must be explained clearly!

However, it is not yet up to Professor Saturn to explain.

The man in the black trench coat has handed the thick ruler of his right hand to the professor: “From today on, Professor Nam, the task of teaching these primitive people the Theory is yours! Don't worry, I won't hurt you. It's really hard for you to come to the island for a summer vacation to teach wildlings, but I assure you that during this summer vacation, all you have to do is teach these primitive people to read the words, and when the task is complete, I will give you absolute satisfaction and even a generous reward beyond your imagination! ”

At last, after the man in the black trench coat had said a few words, Professor Nanjing coughed and opened his mouth to explain his teaching division.

But at this point, the next word of the man in the black trench coat immediately broke the professor's mind to explain!

“Rest assured, with this ruler in hand, the entire tribe of primitives will listen to your teachings. Don't be afraid of them. If you don't learn well, you'll beat them to death with a ruler!” The man in the black trench coat said, fearing that Professor Nanjing would worry, adding a consolation: “Don't worry, they won't eat you. ”

Professor Nan Tianxing's heart suddenly sucks - does this black windbreaker man's last words mean that if I can't teach Chinese and I don't have a ruler in my hand, it could be eaten by wildlings?

So scary?

Damn, isn't that what you teach people to read? Isn't that the thesis... I'm also a professor of famous universities, although I don't have a deep knowledge of thesis, but I can at least read!

“Rest assured that so many of us will certainly try our best to teach the wildlings more words and try to get to know the whole of the discourse on this holiday.” Professor Nanjing promised to bite his teeth.

At the same time, he didn't forget to pull all the passengers behind him - after all, we all had a hard time. At this time, if we can help, we can help, at least not let the passengers be eaten as food by the wildlings because they are ‘useless'.

“That's good, then I'm relieved.” The man in the black trenchcoat nodded with a smile.

Then, with his hands in his arms, he left the grassroots in a good mood.

And when he left, he was still wondering, "Strange," Drunken Cloudsmith? ’Why send so many people with a professor to help you teach? Auxiliary teaching? Or is there a special reason?

Let's go to the first group in Kyushu. Look at 'Drunk Daiju'? ’Is there a special arrangement, Daoist?

When he thought about it, he took his hand and went to his place of residence.

That's right, this man in black trench coat, when he was young, made a great vow to teach the master of the seven-life Buddha, who taught 10,000 people who didn't know Chinese characters.

This is a small island in the Pacific Ocean, which he called the Caveman Island in the Kowloon 1 group.

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When the men in the black trench coat left, the two rows of primitives took a long, relaxed breath, but when their eyes fell on the ruler in the hands of the old professor, they immediately raised their heads and raised their chests, obviously afraid of the ruler!

The old professor and the passengers were relieved to see the reactions of the original people.

“Cough, just now, as you can see.” The old professor couldn't help but smile and turn his head to all the passengers.

Gao nodded: “Professor, we all saw it. Thanks for your hard work, Professor, and we will all try our best to teach you where you need our help in learning from the original. ”

The old professor sighed: “That's good. ”

"Professor, we don't know anything about teaching. You are the authority of the Chinese department. Mr. Black Windmill asked us to teach the original during the summer to finish the Theory. I'm afraid we'll have to fight for seconds. I wonder where the professor thinks we're going to start? ”

Tubor was worried that if the original could not be taught to complete the Thesis study during the summer, would the black trench coat man be angry? It always felt like the other party was under a lot of pressure before.

They forgot to ask each other about 'Song Shuhang' because of the severe pressure they put on each other... After a while, a few of them must go to see the black windbreaker and ask for news about Shuhang.

Professor Nantianxing: "…”

After a half hour of silence, the old professor sighed: "Well, let me tell you something, I'm a professor of the Biology Plant Research Classification. ”

At that moment, the passengers were all frozen.

On the spot, the needle fell to smell.