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The process of purchasing a phone went smoothly, Song Shuhang chose a phone that had just left this month and bought two, one black and one white.

By then, keep the black for yourself, and the white for Senior White.

Wait for Senior White to brush out the day and change the magic of these two phones again, Midi.

Before the magic change, the phone was used together. At least it can be used to make calls, chat online.

After buying the phone and paying for it, Song Shuhang left the mobile store.

Ordinary people's lives are mostly calm and uneven. Generally, the likelihood of robberies, explosions, and other terrorist incidents is low and low when buying a cell phone. Some people never get anything like that in their lifetime.

Song Shuhang tried to load his phone card into the phone, boot up smoothly, nothing wrong. The card appears to be damaged, but if it survives heaven's robbery, it can be fatal.

Then, Song Shuhang found a place to hide from people's eyes. Once again, the Imperial Knife took off and returned to the pharmacist's building.

On the way back, we passed the park again.

It's just that Teacher Li isn't here anymore. Looks like she's finished practicing in the morning.

Perhaps Teacher Li can persevere and become a master of Wulin, mastery of swords, swords, sticks and fists, beating the invincible hands of the Wulin world in Jiangnan.

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……

Time flies by and the time for morning classes is almost up.

Song Shuhang came to Siroli's room and woke her up.

“Poetry, wake up, class is about to begin.” Song Shuhang photographed the face of the poem.

“Well... I hate it, don't call someone else... let them sleep a little longer.” The poem turned around and rolled the quilt into a bunch. Her eyes, they didn't even mean to open.

Song Shuhang sighed and patted her softly: “Wake up first, I really can't sleep after school? ”

“Don't, don't.” Poetry's tiny legs clapped up in bed: “Let me sleep a little longer... I don't want to get up... Brother Song, please. ”

“...” Song Shuhang: “Why don't I fly over with your knife? ”

“No, I don't want to go to class, I don't want to get up, Brother Song hates it the most...” The poem made a fine sound and shrunk his head into a quilt.

I hate it the most...

Disgusting...

“Okay.” Song Shuhang smiled bitterly. “Then go back to sleep. I'll call you for dinner at noon. ”

“Mm-hmm, Brother Song's favorite.” The poem muttered immediately, then she rolled a more comfortable position and slept beautifully.

Favorite...

I like it...

So, the love and hate of a bear child, always comes so easily.

× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×

Eventually, Song Shuhang went to class alone.

This morning's lesson was mathematics.

Professor Yang from Mathematics has a habit. He likes sudden naming. It's in the classroom, and once you've made a key point of knowledge, you randomly do the naming.

The number of named attendances also affects the final assessment score as a result.

This hobby is really bad. Many students hope that Professor Yang can change this bad habit. Unfortunately, Professor Yang did not take everyone's opinions into account and still does his job.

Professor Yang is no exception today. Halfway through class, he suddenly had a nervous shock and started counting.

“Again.” Kocoum rubbed his face, good thing he had plenty of energy recently and didn't miss class. Meanwhile, he reached out and pushed Tubo to sleep: “Wake up, old Yang is starting to name again. ”

The earth waves wiped away the saliva and opened his eyes in confusion.

Song Shuhang rubbed his temple - neither Poetry nor Shinjun Baihe were there. Although they only came to college to experience life, their grades had little effect on them.

But it's not a good thing to be remembered by old Yang.

Professor Yang has already ordered several people in a row and reached his name: “Song Shuhang. ”

“Yes.” Song Shu Channel.

Old Yang looked at Song Shuhang and nodded satisfactorily. He has a great memory and is always able to relate the names and approximations of the students in his class.

This is also what the classmates hate most, so that Yang can't name it and let others report it.

College naming, according to theory, is just a walk-in. Meaning, teachers and students work together to deal with it. Some schools don't even have such ‘activities’ as naming... Why are they so desperate?

“Gao a certain.” Yang called again.

“Yes.” Gao replied, his name was too special, causing the average teacher to easily remember him after seeing his name.

Not only is it the name of the old Yang class, but the other classroom teachers will look at him whenever they reach him. No one can replace Gao's name. Every time I think about it, Gao's heart starts to mourn.

So this guy's name, it's really important.

“Song Shi?” Professor Yang exclaimed, he was also impressed with the little girl, after all, a genius girl.

Song Shuhang bit his teeth and he squeezed his voice and shouted: "Yes! ”

At the same time, he used the function of the phantom brooch to affect Professor Yang's vision.

It only affects Professor Yang. In the eyes of others, he is still Song Shuhang.

So, when Song Shuhang pinched his voice and answered, Tubo, Ko, Yangde and others on the side looked at Song Shuhang in surprise - did Old Song take the wrong medicine today? How dare you scream in Yang's class? And instead of a classmate with obvious personal characteristics like Song Shi?

But something more surprising happened to them.

On the podium, Old Yang pushed his glasses and looked at where Song Shuhang was. Then he nodded satisfactorily and drew a tick on the roster.

It seems to him that Song Shuhang is not Song Shuhang, it is just like Siroli.

“ ”Something wrong with Gao's face. Did Yang take the wrong medicine today?

Not only is it Gao, but many of the students around him are also blushing.

Registration continues.

“Yang De.” Yang continued.

“Yang De hurriedly responded. ”

“Luffy. ”

“to.”

“Earthwave. ”

“In.”

“White crane!” Professor Yang called again.

Then, in the surprised gaze of Gao, Tubo and Yangde, Song Shuhang moved a position and continued to pinch the voice: “Yes! ”

Old Yang continued to look up at Song Shuhang.

Nothing wrong.

Then, Yang nodded as if he had taken the wrong medicine, and ticked on the roster.

Tubo and the surrounding classmates, looking at Song Shuhang with amazement, what the fuck is going on? Is Yang blind today? Can't you see Song Shuhang ordered three times each?

“Was it Jan who got up in the wrong position today?” There is a secret word in the hearts of fellow students.

“Or maybe he wore the wrong glasses today, in the wrong number?” Someone's been saying it again.

“Or is he sick today, because there's a void in his brain? ”

“By the way, Zhu Tao hasn't come today, why don't we call for him? Old Yang is blind today, maybe he can pass.” Strong classmates on the side, low pitched.

Song Shuhang: “…”

No, man, you guys stay out of this. Young's not blind today, he's not wearing the wrong glasses, he's not sick, really!

“South Core Joan. ”

“to.”

“Zhu Tao!” At this point, Old Yang dotted Zhu Tao's name.

Then Zhu Tao's strong roommate looked serious and raised her head to her chest: “Yes! ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

If he can, he hopes he can lend the 'phantom brooch' to this dude. But now it's too late to borrow. Besides, Song Shuhang has not yet learned ‘illusion'. There's no way to put an illusion on someone else or anything.

Song Shuhang apologized.

Professor Yang pushed his glasses and stared at Zhu Tao's roommate: “Are you Zhu Tao? ”

“Uh." Strong roommates don't feel good, director. This is a bad script!

“Who was Donghua Bear before that?” Professor Yang sank his voice.

Not only is the professor not blind, but his memory is fine, great.

Kuang Donghua wanted to cry so badly, if he could send a face now, he had to brush the [tearful face] face full of screen.

“Dear Bear, it's a good thing to lecture. But it's not a good habit to call it 'to' instead of someone else.” Professor Yang pushed the glasses: “But for your sake, today" Zhu Tao "counts. ”

Classmate Bear heard the rumor, his eyes immediately lit up.

Yang is so reasonable?

I didn't expect Professor Yang to have such attributes. It's so cute.

“Then Kuang Donghua missed class today.” Lao Yang faintly said, he reached out after the name of ‘Zhu Tao’ and added a penny to the name of the bear classmate, turning the hook into a fork.

Bear cried in the toilet...

At one time, many students turned their heads and stared closely at Song Shuhang.

Shit, what happened to Song Shuhang? Did this guy call you three times? Why didn't Old Yang see it?

Bribery, diving rules? Or is Song Shuhang actually Yang's biological son?

“Hey, Shuhang, what the hell just happened?” Kocoum approached Song Shuhang and asked softly.

“What?” Song Shuhang blinked.

“Don't play dumb. You answered the poem and the white crane. Why didn't Yang respond?” Gao a certain bite of the tooth canal.

'Cause I played a little trick. ”Song Shu Hangdao.

“By what means?” Gao has some doubts.

“Money." Song Shukou said: “In fact, Song Shi and Bai He are quite special, they can be transferred to this school because of money. In the face of money, there are things that teachers will look at and close their eyes. ”

Mr. Gao: “…"

Where the fuck is he?

Song Shuhang looked up at the sky - just now, he shouldn't just affect Old Yang's vision. He should sacrifice Kung Fu Snake Beauty and Onion Woman.

The safest way is to make Kung Fu snake beauty look like a ‘white crane’, and then let the onion woman use a phantom brooch to look like a poem.

He just missed it.

Also... I do learn some simple illusion things, I have to get on the agenda early.

At least some simple illusions can save you a lot of trouble when dealing with ordinary people.