The days when the military division mixed Lihai

When he walked into the large room specially vacated by Sanada, Liu stared blankly at the situation inside for two seconds, and felt incredible for the two teams of people sitting upright inside asking questions and answering questions.

He looked at Sanada, opened his closed eyes with a "teng", turned his dark purple eyes to look at the man from the beginning to the end, his expression changed rapidly.

Presumably Sanada didn't see it, he walked in, sat down at an empty table, and then raised his hand to signal the two to come over.

Liu sat next to him, and only after Kirihara reluctantly walked across from him did he spread out Sanada's notebook for the second year of junior high school that Sanada had put on the table.

As we all know, the Japanese way of speaking English has always been unflattering. Fortunately, Liu Lian'er, who has recovered the memory of her previous life, does not notice any strangeness in her tone of voice when she speaks English now, and her articulation is still clear.

After finishing a relatively simple knowledge point, he thoughtfully paused for a few minutes to allow Kirihara to memorize and understand. By the way, he took advantage of this gap to pay attention to other people's spoken English. Wang Shijie’s setting of speaking English to Japanese people is probably different from reality.

Liu Lian-er continued to explain knowledge point by knowledge point in the order of Sanada's notes.

In fact, the data expert who has always been in love with the complicated data has never been very interested in taking class notes. He was also like this in his previous life. He often found a piece of paper to write down during class, and usually didn’t know where to throw the paper after class. went.

Sanada knew his problem, so he prepared his notes for the second year of junior high school early to help him remember what he learned at that time.

Liu whispered to Qieyuan, looking at the younger generation who was serious about memorizing, he was deeply relieved—children, if you continue to study like this, there is no reason to get [-] points in the exam!

The military adviser raised a smile in satisfaction, and when he saw Sanada's strange expression, he poked him with his elbow: "What's wrong?"

The emperor broke away from staring at Kirihara's notebook in a daze, looked left and right, turned his head to one side with unconcealable pain on his face, covered his face with one hand and pointed at Kirihara with the other.

Liu raised his eyebrows and leaned forward to look at the past, only to realize the tragedy that he hadn't noticed because the other party lowered his head.

Kirihara-san was preoccupied with his eyes closed, apparently in a deep sleep, but he kept waving the pen in his hand, showing the miracle of human calligraphy art in his notebook.

Liu Zheng said the sentence "The non-predicate verbs are divided into...", his voice gradually lowered when he saw this, he quickly rolled up the notebook in his hand, and twitched his hairy messy head——before he started , he thought about it for a second, but he was still not willing to use too much strength.

Kirihara twitched for a while following the falling books on his head, not only did not wake up from his sleep, but the posture he had painstakingly maintained before falling asleep collapsed suddenly due to the effect of external force.

Whether it was the loud sound of the ACE player's head hitting the table, or his subsequent snoring, they all successfully made Zhu Zhengxuan, who had been hypocritically playing the role of a good teacher and a good student, look over with peace of mind.

Liu pinched the notebook and looked at Sanada in embarrassment, who nodded expressionlessly.

With the permission of Li Hai's highest authority, Liu winked at Marui and Nioh, and the two rushed over enthusiastically.

Liu got up from his seat, put the notebook back to its original place, and walked out slowly, unwilling to witness the human tragedy that happened next.

Sanada saw that the two main candidates had already started scrambling to take off Kuwahara's socks and wanted to try his power on the younger generation, but he was not interested in what would happen, so he followed Liu and walked out.

Liu casually sat on the floor outside the room, not paying much attention to the fact that he blocked Sanada's way, but continued to sit with peace of mind, humming: "I went to Bingdi a few days ago."

Sanada maintained his standing posture but did not answer.

The emperor's voice: I am not fooled.

Liu: ...Who told me that I was going to throw this hot potato to him...

Sanada glanced at him sideways, and wanted to have a faint smile on his face, but he didn't know what to think of, so he quickly suppressed the smile.

Unaware of the change in his expression, Liu put his long legs flat on the floor and lay down comfortably on the ground, blocking Sanada's road even more.

"Why are you acting like a child these days." The emperor closed the door, trying to shut the screams from inside in the room.

Liu was silent for a while, then turned his head and said, "It's nothing, I'm just in a better mood." Just like what he said perfunctorily to Yukimura, interviews are harmful to physical and mental health.

He touched his face and felt that he had been laughing a lot recently, but he didn't care much about it - for a school, having a big facial paralysis is enough, there is no need for another small facial paralysis to add to the snake.

I have to admit that after decades of memories that can be said to have popped up out of nowhere, he is no longer pure Liu Lianer.

He now knows a lot more than Liu Lian-er, for example, the results of this year's Kanto Competition and the National Competition that cannot be estimated even with the most accurate data.

But at the same time, he also had to admit that he was missing a lot of things now—just overnight, the words "dream", "struggle" and "blood" became so far away from him, not as before, Let him have peace of mind within reach.

The mild concussion has healed completely, Sanada is not in a hurry to let him join the club again, and Liu Lianer is not very concerned about it, although he is very clear that this state is actually very dangerous.

Every time he recalled the original memory, his desire for competition became more and more low. If this continues, one day he will give up tennis and quit the tennis club because of these extra memories.

——But is Liu Lian-er who doesn't play tennis still Liu Lian-er?

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The tutoring did not continue, and a group of people were already happily preparing lunch when Master Liu recovered from his lament.

Liu tilted his head, only to realize that he must have been ridiculed by this group of people countless times for his ridiculous appearance of being sprawled on the ground like a rogue during his fugue.

He rubbed his sore shoulders from keeping the same movement for a long time, got up from the ground, walked to Sanada's side and complained half-truthfully: "I'm in a daze, why don't you call me..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the clock on the wall, and the time displayed on it told him that the indecent position just now had been maintained for no less than an hour.

Genichiro Sanada paused for a while while washing the vegetables, and he stepped aside slightly to distance the two of them: "You didn't look very well just now."

Liu pretended not to notice his small movements, raised her head in response, stretched slowly, and went to help a group of people in a mess at the other end of the kitchen.

Akaya Kirihara, surrounded by seniors, is holding a live fish three meters away from the frying pan and trying to practice his throwing skills.

Liu stood behind him with her arms folded, and her mood immediately improved upon seeing this.

Qieyuan noticed that there was someone behind him, so he quickly turned his head to look, and when he saw that it was him, he immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, hurriedly stuffed the fish in his hand, and smiled flatteringly: "Senior Liu, do you know how to cook?" ?”

The beautiful carp held by Liu shook its tail back and forth, and wet water droplets splashed all over him.

"I don't look like a cook." Liu raised his hand and put the struggling carp back into the basin filled with clear water, looked around at the candidates who were disappointed because they couldn't see a good show, and said: "Where did this fish come from?"

——The Sanada family has always disliked fish with a strong fishy smell, and even for this group of magical candidates, the probability of visiting with live fish should not exceed [-]%...

With the growing bad premonition in her heart, Liu Lian'er felt that she should have found the answer.

Sure enough, King Ni brought his head closer and looked at him innocently: "Biru and I just fished it out of the pond in the backyard~ I got two out of it, and I burned that one just now~"

Liu glared at Liu Sheng for a moment, and he couldn't help being frustrated again by the gentleman's shining glasses and expressionless handsome face.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Liu opened the notebook and struggled for a while looking at the words "The highest KO record of the owner of the Sanada Dojo is no more than 5 minutes" on it, then resolutely closed it, and indifferently told him that the spinach leaves had been rubbed so hard Sanada, who meets the food standards: "If the old man asks, he will say that the fish was taken out by Gentaro to seduce the female cat."

After Liu finished speaking, he filtered out the burst of laughter coming from behind him, and drove all the troublemakers out of the kitchen while maintaining the expression on his face.