Xueba God-level system

"Okay, then I'll allow you to touch it." Zhao Liyang said yes, but she was a little ostracized in her heart. After all, she was not too familiar with Niu Zihao. "If there are no more pictures, then don't bother me with my reading again."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Liyang agreed so quickly, and Niu Zihao was a little excited when he thought about it.Oh, this is the first time he touches a girl's hand.

Although Niu Zihao felt that something was not quite right, he still had the courage.Pulling up the hand of Zhao Liyang, who was at the same table, at that moment, it was really warm.

This time, Zhao Liyang began to be surprised.How could this happen? If a boy touches his hand, a movie screen will appear in front of him. Zhao Liyang feels amazing.

This is a horror movie about a ghost screaming in the middle of the night in a deserted house. The two of them were just like that, and they watched it with great interest. The 3D ultra-high-definition picture quality, coupled with the effect of surround sound, makes the two have an immersive taste.

"Look, what's emerging behind that curtain, it's a ghost."

"It was Soria who was hit and killed by a car 30 years ago. Her wronged soul has come to claim her life."

Niu Zihao likes to watch this kind of thrilling and exciting film the most, which makes people feel numb in the scalp, quickened breathing, and even cold in the hands and feet.He believes that this is the essence of horror movies.

Niu Zihao originally wanted to give Zhao Liyang a prophecy about the promotion and development of the next plot, but Zhao Liyang's serious appearance, Niu Zihao couldn't bear to disturb her.

"Don't come here."

At this time, the ghost of the female ghost, dressed in white, drilled out of the dry well and approached the screen step by step.

Zhao Liyang's heart was about to be raised in her throat.

The female ghost in white directly got out of the electronic screen in front of her, "Take my life."

"what……"

With a very delicate scream, the frightened Niu Zihao almost fell off the bench.

Niu Zihao, who has always been known for horror films, like Lin Zhengying's zombie films, Japan's Grudge series, American remakes, European and American, Indian, and even the world's horror films, has never scared Niu Zihao. Was taken aback.

In fact, it wasn't the horror movie that scared him, but Zhao Liyang who was next to him.I happened to be watching a movie, but when a girl suddenly screamed, even Niu Zihao was frightened enough.

"What's wrong with you, are you okay?" Niu Zihao began to comfort his tablemate.

"What's wrong with the two of them?" All the people in the class looked in the direction of Niu Zihao, embarrassed!

"I don't know, maybe the two of them are reading in the morning. Hee hee, reading in the morning, you understand." The classmates in the class, you and I began to discuss each sentence.

Zhao Liyang gently slapped Niu Zihao on the body, "You want to scare me to death!" Then she acted like a little girl, a little cute.

Maybe Zhao Liyang was really frightened, let her calm down for a while and watch it by herself.

Niu Zihao raised his head and checked the time. There were still more than 20 minutes before class, so he probably could watch for a while.

8:05, after the official bell rings.Accompanied by the students' "stand up, hello teacher", the Chinese teacher walked onto the podium with light steps.

"Good morning, classmates, please take a seat. We will learn a new text today." Teacher Wang Wenwen is a middle-aged female teacher. Although she has only been a substitute for less than a year, she still has her own lessons. style, which is very popular among students.Especially her lecture style, with her language description, the students seem to enter the picture of oil-paper umbrella, Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane.

Gently I left, just as I came gently, I waved my sleeves without taking a cloud.

"Come on, close the textbook. First, let's review what we learned in the last lesson."

This seems to be the opening remark that every teacher is most accustomed to.Even after ten years, it still doesn't feel outdated.

"Okay, turn to page 23 of the textbook, we're going to study a new text today."

I saw her holding a chalk in her hand and writing the big characters "Jing Ke stabbed the King of Qin" in graceful handwriting.

Some students wondered, "Jing Ke", isn't this the hero in "Glory of the King", when did it come into the text?We dare not say, we dare not ask.In classical Chinese, I still listen to the teacher tell me how Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin.

"The text is an excerpt from the "Warring States Policy". I will read it aloud to everyone, and I will use a pen to draw out the words that I cannot read." Teacher Wang started her performance with great enthusiasm, "Qin general Wang Jian broke Zhao and captured Zhao. king……"

The students below listened with relish, and some had already fallen asleep.Less than two-thirds of the classmates are in a "fighting state". This is the first class in the morning!

There are even some classmates who take the teacher's words as a deaf ear.In broad daylight, someone was copying geography homework in Chinese class.Some male students, holding a pencil, tapped the half bottle of ink on the desk that had not been used up.In that scene, it was as if the monk was sitting in meditation. It turned out that he read the text as a volume of scriptures, and was still in the mood to beat the "wooden fish".

Chanting is a trivial matter, and some girls are even more extreme.Put an illustration on a book, capitalized close-up.The dress of Qin Shihuang was depicted on a skirt and a pair of high-heeled shoes.Looking at Jing Ke in front of him, he muttered to himself.What's even more excessive is to write a sentence in the form of a comic book on the top of King Qin's head. "Confirmed the eyes, you are the one who is going to assassinate me."

And Niu Zihao is even more peculiar, watching horror movies in Chinese class.It's just that he can see himself, and others can't.

"Class representative, come and recite Yi Shui's farewell part to the whole class." Teacher Wang said.

The representative of the Chinese class is a well-known intellectual in the class. She likes to write poetry. She even published a poem when she was in elementary school at the age of seven. Although the whole poem is only seven lines, it is already very good.With such a profound literary and cultural heritage, of course she is the representative of this class.

Gao Yaxuan stood up and waited for a long time before summoning the courage to say, "Teacher, I can only memorize a little bit."

"A little bit, then you can memorize it first. You can memorize it wherever you can." Teacher Wang began to comfort him. After all, he is a class representative, and the teacher is a little biased, which is normal.

"The prince and the guests who know about it are all dressed in white as a gift."

"Teacher, I know this sentence." Gao Yaxuan showed her iconic dimples, which was very charming.

"Okay, just sit down first, and just catch up with the next lesson." Seeing that Gao Yaxuan felt a little guilty, Teacher Wang stopped embarrassing her.

"Who can recite it, let me recite it for everyone." Teacher Wang shouted loudly, for fear that some students would not hear it.

The prince and the guests who knew about it were all dressed in white as gifts.Isn't this the sentence in "Jing Ke Assassinate the King of Qin"?Niu Zihao thought for a while, then stood up and said, "Teacher, I can recite it."

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