I'm not a human being in Douluo

Wednesday.

Yun Tianming was sitting on his seat waiting for his music teacher, when suddenly a huge figure walked in from the door, wearing a brown formal attire, with wine red curly hair.

The middle-aged man walked to the middle of the podium, looked at Yun Tianming who was sitting on the desk below, nodded slightly, and then introduced:

"Student Yun Tianming, my name is Beethoven, and I am your music teacher. In the past six months, I will take you into the palace of music. First, I will teach you the syllables, and then I will teach you a song."

After the introduction, Beethoven turned around and wrote down the syllables on the blackboard. After teaching Yun Tianming to read it a few times, Beethoven began to teach Yun Tianming to sing.

"I'll sing a line and you sing a line."

Beethoven handed a lyric sheet to Yun Tianming and said in a deep voice.

"clear."

Yun Tianming took the lyrics sheet and replied seriously.

Beethoven brewed for five minutes, then gently closed his eyes, and a long and leisurely singing voice came in and out:

"It's getting cooler at night

Flowers fall into frost

you are looking from afar

drain all twilight

hard to forget

Yaoyao Peach Blossom Cool

How did you let go of your previous life

This ocean is boundless

Still pretending to be neither painful nor itchy nor far-fetched

It's all an illusion"

In the evening, Yun Tianming learned the whole song with Beethoven. When Beethoven was about to leave, Yun Tianming stopped Beethoven and asked:

"Teacher, what's the name of this song?"

Beethoven paused, with some sadness in his eyes, and replied softly:

"The name of this song is Cool Cool."

After Beethoven left, Lian, the attendant maid, couldn't help but say:

"Mr. Beethoven must be a man with a story."

"Oh."

Thursday.

The one who handed in the calligraphy to Yun Tianming was an old man with a sense of demeanor.The old man held his beard and smiled, and said to Yun Tianming:

"Little friend Yun, my name is Wang Xizhi, and I am your calligraphy teacher.

Xiaoyou can't look down on calligraphy. As the saying goes, writing is like a person, and a person can be roughly evaluated from his writing.

And when you sign autographs with fans in the future, having good calligraphy with flying colors will also make you more confident.

Maybe you don’t have fans yet. I think back to 30 years ago when I wrote the preface to The Pavilion of Prince Teng. Oh, oh, no, when I wrote the preface to The Lanting Collection, a large number of calligraphers in the mainland became my fans.

Among them was a beautiful young girl who asked the old man to sign her name on her underwear, you must understand, little friend.The handwriting on the cloth with the brush will be blurred, but this is only reflected in the body of ordinary calligraphy masters.

And the old man's calligraphy has reached perfection, penetrating three points, and finally the old man successfully used the brush on the girl's underwear.

Seeing the girl's happy appearance, the old man couldn't help laughing out loud, no, the old man was very pleased.

Although Xiaoyou has no fans, but it is relevant to life, if Xiaoyou meets a girl he likes in the future and shows good calligraphy when writing love letters, it may greatly increase the chance of Xiaoyou becoming single.

In other words, when the little friend goes to school in the future, when he makes a mistake and needs to write a self-criticism.

At this time, having good handwriting will greatly increase the probability that the teacher will forgive you. From the above examples, it is very important to have good handwriting.

Okay, let’s start class now.”

Finally, when Wang Xizhi was in class, whenever he had the opportunity, Wang Xizhi would tell stories about his romantic past. Yun Tianming would sit and listen to stories for 80 days.

Friday.

The podium was removed, and an elegant man in his twenties in ancient costume sat cross-legged on it.

"My name is Yi Xing. I am your chess teacher, teaching you how to play chess.

Playing chess requires full concentration, please sit down now."

Yi Xing opened his eyes and looked at Yun Tianming, and said softly.

Yun Tianming sat cross-legged in front of Yi Xing.

"Teacher, where is the chessboard?"

Yun Tianming looked around, but he didn't find anything like a chessboard.

"Well, isn't this world just a huge chessboard?" Yi Xing said with a chuckle.

Then four soul rings appeared on his body, yellow, yellow, purple, and purple, and the four soul rings shone at the same time.

Yi Xing said in a deep voice:

"The black ones are deep, while the white ones are dazzling, making all the stars in the world

"

Suddenly, the surrounding environment darkened, and at the same time a huge chessboard was formed.

And Yun Tianming and Yixin were in the center of the chessboard.

"Look, isn't the chessboard right here?"

A faint smile appeared on Yixing's face.

Saturday.

Yun Tianming looked at the soul beast eggs on the table in a daze. He didn't know why this art teacher who called himself Da Vinci brought an egg over.

As if seeing the doubt in Yun Tianming's eyes, Da Vinci explained with a smile:

"Student Yun Tianming, your task is to draw 1000 different eggs, so that you can understand the true meaning of painting."

"Ah."

Yun Tianming nodded in agreement, then picked up a paintbrush and white paper and began to draw eggs.

Two months later.

"Let's go and see how Yun Tianming is learning."

This day Ning Fengzhi finished dealing with the things in hand, and suggested to Gu Douluo and Sword Douluo beside him.

"Alright." Sword Douluo replied.

So the three of them went together to check on Yun Tianming's study status.

When they went there on the first day, Yun Tianming was taking Chinese class.

"Raise a glass to the bright moon, make three people look at each other at dawn, and drink"

The three of Ning Fengzhi saw Teacher Zhou Shuren gulping down through the window, while Yun Tianming was sitting in front of him, sipping.

"This"

Ning Fengzhi didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Nonsense, Yuntianming is only nine years old, how can he drink?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong raised his brows angrily, and said angrily.

At this time, Lian, the maid next to her, saw Ning Fengzhi and the others and quickly came over to salute.

"No need to be polite, but what's going on inside and why you suddenly started drinking?"

Ning Fengzhi asked.

"Reporting to the suzerain, according to Mr. Zhou, this is to restore the feelings of the ancients at that time, and to understand poetry more fully."

The maid replied respectfully.

"Uncle Jian, Uncle Bone, maybe Teacher Zhou has his own opinion. Let's take a look tomorrow."

Ning Fengzhi said helplessly.