The male ticket is the lighthouse jellyfish [Live]

Mr. He is too bad, superficially honest, but in reality he falsified his test papers and made him score 59 points.

Those who can enter the first-class universities are naturally the elite among the elites. It is a shame to take the exam with 59 points. He actually scored [-] points in the exam, and the whole class looked at him with subtle eyes.

Du Feng: "..."

Jumping into the Yellow River can't wash it off.

In fact, it is really convenient to live with He Shui. After all, it is troublesome to run around every day, and Teacher Fulu reminded him that he is not in the dormitory every day, so he will definitely be suspected for a day or two.

Living with Mr. He won't do it anymore. You can enter Xiaotiandi whenever you want, and it's more convenient to do business, since you have the goods by your side.

Du Feng is no longer entangled, anyway, it is not the first time, he used to have a part-time job when he went to school, he couldn't keep up with his sleep, his grades were always in the low end, he slept when he came, and left after he slept, the eyes of the whole class looked at him It's subtle.

After Teacher He announced the results, he began to explain the questions on the test paper. There was one question that Du Feng could not understand, and He Shui emphasized it.

"Spells have been handed down from the ancient times. At that time, it was just for survival, and there were not so many intrigues. The first spell was mosquito repelling, not fire repelling."

"..." Du Feng replied with the fire-dispelling technique.

"Why is it the mosquito repellent technique, because at that time the monsters were rampant, and the mosquitoes were thicker than your thigh, and a bite would kill you, so there was the mosquito repellent technique."

He Shui said it again, and Du Feng understood it the first time, but didn't listen carefully the second time.

"Student Du Feng, get up, the teacher has a question to ask."

Du Feng: "..."

Fortunately, I have prepared for it. I have said this question twice, and no fool will know it.

"May I ask who created the spell?"

Du Feng: "..."

Have you ever talked about this question? (ノ=Д=)ノ┻━┻

He obviously didn't talk about it, and it's clear that he deliberately deceived people.

"Student Du Feng." Teacher He began to preach again, "If you don't understand, you don't want to learn. Do you want to go to heaven?"

Du Feng: "..."

"Come to my office later!"

Du Feng: "..."

I have nothing to say when I meet such a shameless teacher.

Teacher He shook the test paper, and blinked at him indistinctly.

Du Feng: "..."

"Everyone turned to the second page, there was a question where 80.00% of the students got it wrong."

What He Shui was talking about was the relationship between spells and spells. Most monsters feel that they are closely related and inseparable. Without spells, spells are useless.

"Actually, spells can be separated from spells. Some spells will condense true essence alone when practiced to the extreme, and there is no need for the true essence in the mental method."

This relationship is like a mother and child. At the beginning, the mother needs to provide oxygen, and then she can leave the mother's body and move around on her own.

"Maybe you haven't learned this question before, so it doesn't count." There are very few spells that can be separated from the true essence, but they do exist.

He Shui said some nonsense again, and put down the test paper after class was almost over, and asked Du Feng to come out with him.

The two left one after the other, with He Shui walking in front and Du Feng following. From a distance, it really looked like a teacher brought a classmate who did something wrong to the office to be scolded.

When it was almost time, Du Feng finally couldn't bear it anymore, "What are you looking for me for?"

He won't be called out alone for no reason, there must be something wrong.

"You'll know when it arrives."

He Shui didn't say much, and dragged him to the office. It was not time for get out of class to end, and there were no monsters in the office. Due to the small number of teachers in the school, they were in class all day. Usually there are no demons at this time.

"Sit." He Shui pointed to the opposite seat.

Du Feng pulled over and sat down, "Now we can talk."

He Shui didn't speak. He dug out a lunch box from the drawer and opened it to find kelp pork rib soup. "Why are you in such a hurry? You haven't finished your meal yet."

In the morning, Du Feng lost weight, and he ate half of a bowl of rice, and he didn't pick up much food, and he was about to come out after eating.

"Lose weight."

After staying in the space for a few days, I gained eight catties. After measuring the original seven catties, I gained another catty.

"I'm not fat, why lose weight." He Shui took out his chopsticks and gave it to him, "Hurry up and eat, other teachers are coming soon."

He came down 10 minutes early, leaving the students to study by themselves, and 10 minutes was more than enough for a meal.

Du Feng glanced at it. The lunch box was not small, and it was filled with pork rib soup. It was bought on Youbao Trading Network, which is very convenient and can be used no matter where you are.

Both the buyer and the seller have a delivery and receipt button. When you click it, there will be a golden light. It is said that it is a space link, and the goods are automatically stored in it. When you open it when you receive the goods, the things will fall out by themselves.

Du Feng has used it several times, one time he sold a piece of mermaid yarn and delivered it to customers, and another time he bought catnip for cats to use.

Catnip is also known as an aphrodisiac for cats. For that kind, even a cat can't escape, watching eagerly, waiting to be destroyed.

"It's too much, I can't finish it." Du Feng stirred it with chopsticks, and found that the bottom was full of meat, and there was very little kelp.

"Eat as much as you can." It's not time for meal yet, so it's a little early.

"I don't need to eat at noon." Du Feng picked out something good to eat, and asked while eating, "Is Xiaotiandi okay?"

When he left, the cute creatures in Xiaotiandi were still handing in their homework, and the jade charms were stacked up high.

"Okay." As soon as the two of them came out, the time in the space would slow down, equal to one day outside and two days inside, saving costs and giving the little monsters a rest time.

"Ah That's good."

Always staying in the small world will feel that those cute animals are annoying, noisy, can't stop for a day, and when I go out, I think a little bit, want to go back quickly.

This is really fucked up.

"I missed you after a while?" He Shui said with a smile.

Du Feng honestly admitted, "It's a bit."

"When you move here, look at it however you want." He Shui peeled an egg for him.

Du Feng put down the phone, took it and ate it, "Okay."

When he moved here, someone would take care of him. Grandpa He is too diligent. He sweeps the garbage, mops the floor, washes the clothes, and cooks the meals. Living together is simply not too pleasant.

You can be a hands-off shopkeeper, just take care of food, housing, and cultivation.

"Look at your fun." Grandpa He took out a document from the drawer, "It's not very peaceful outside during this time, the school wants to draw some monsters from the class to form a team to patrol."

The demon world is a country with an open economy. There are not only demons, but also people, demons, and Buddhas. As long as you have legal documents, you can come and go. You don't know either.

"There are often demons who disappear for no reason, and most of them are between one hundred and three hundred years old."

Most of the monsters in this age group are underage, which is equivalent to abducting and selling underage, "I recommend you to go, it's a trial."

Du Feng nodded, "OK."

He didn't ask why, He Shui must have arrangements.

"Go back quickly after eating, wipe your mouth, don't show your secrets." He Shui put away his leftover lunch box and drove him out.

Du Feng took out a piece of paper, didn't stay any longer, wiped his mouth and left.

He was not too slow to eat, it took seven or eight minutes, and a teacher had already returned, and he happened to see him coming out.

Du Feng nodded quickly, "Mr. Zhao is good."

Mr. Zhao is a craftsman teacher. He is a nice person. He would joke with them during class time and give them 3 minutes to discuss, which is equivalent to playing.

"Yeah." Teacher Zhao nodded as a response.

Du Feng looked at the time. There was still a class in the morning, which was a self-study class. If you wanted to, you could take it.

When talking about weapons, He Shui said, "What if you are fighting with the enemy and the weapon suddenly comes out of your hand? Does anyone have any good ideas?"

Several outstanding students have already raised their hands. Teacher He is very popular, and everyone responds every time.

"Then Du Feng, get up and answer."

Du Feng: "..."

He has shrunk to the farthest corner, He Shui can still find him.

Considering that they were skipping class, he and his classmate Mimosa kept a low profile. Not only did they find the corner seat, but there were also a few tall classmates in front of them.

Du Feng stood up, "At this time, you can use spells to fight against the enemy."

"What else?" Teacher He looked at him with a smile.

what else?

"You can't spell spells, but you can spell real yuan."

Teacher He waved his hand and asked him to sit down, "If your weapon is out of your hand, but the opponent still has a weapon, you will suffer a lot if you don't use it. At this time, you can condense a spiritual weapon with magic power."

He demonstrated it to everyone, and a long gun appeared without much movement, flashing a light blue light, and the sharpness was not diminished as a real weapon.

"Spiritual weapons are condensed with mana, so they consume a lot of real energy. They are disposable items. After a while, you still have to rely on weapons if you want to win."

He Shui explained how to use it and the principle, and that's all for one class.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the teacher packed up things on time, and before leaving, he threw a chalk tip at Du Feng.

Du Feng, who listened to the class honestly: "..."

It's time for a dog.

After four classes in the morning, it was meal time. Food was ready in the cafeteria, but Du Feng didn't like to go there, mainly because he couldn't bear to look at it.

In order to take care of the little monsters of all races, the school cafeteria has vegetables, meat, worms, and mice, some raw and some cooked. Live earthworms crawl around, and the auntie uses a spoon to pull the rice back. , and then inserted into other dishes and stirred, that scene was completely unbearable, let alone eating.

Du Feng took out the fruit from the drawer, confused it with others, and sliced ​​it to eat.

Classmate Mimosa came over, "Du Feng, where did you buy your fruit? It's bigger than the school's."

Du Feng pushed him to taste it, "I sold it myself, if you like it, I'll bring you some."

Classmate Mimosa nodded, "Okay, I will transfer the money to you."

There is a group between the classes, and it is easy to connect with each other, and it is easier for the teacher to find someone. Mimosa is the money transferred to him from above.

100 yuan.

"I've given too much, I can't ask for so much." There are a lot of fruits in Xiaotiandi, except for him, there are few monsters to eat, and they are almost spoiled, and the birds can't finish eating, but they like to do it, pecking holes one by one.

Later, the old man put a forbidden technique on it, and a bird can only eat one bird a day, and no more than one, so it saved a lot.

"It's okay, I have to send it back to bring some to my parents." Mimosa is very filial and never forgets her parents in everything she does.

"Okay, I'll help you choose a few big ones." Du Feng was not polite, at worst, he would give away a few more, after all, it was a friendly price.

After lunch, there were classes again in the afternoon. There were six classes in total, and he only attended four. The other two went to practical classes, and his cheeks were swollen when he came back.

The actual combat class is more useful than what you say, and it is a test of adapting to the situation. Du Feng is not bad. Some students have bruises all over their faces.

After six classes, Du Feng sat in the park to digest, while taking notes.

Just halfway through writing, a bicycle suddenly stopped in front of him. The old man was riding on an antique junk he got somewhere, with one leg on the bicycle and one foot on the ground, "Come on."

Du Feng took a look, "It's not good to be seen by other students."

Those who didn't know why the teacher was messing with him and tossing him after school.

"What's wrong with taking care of poor students?" The old man took it for granted, "Come up quickly."

Du Feng had no choice but to collect his things and sit on it.

Autumn has just entered, fallen leaves are everywhere, and the creaking sound of bicycles rolling over is like cracking biscuits, crisp and pleasant.

Autumn does not seem to be as cold as imagined.