I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

However, Qi Shu didn't have time to escape back to the dormitory to offer incense sticks to the patriarch. The first class was a quiz that was caught off guard.

English.

Qi Shu remembered that He Heng said that he was not good at English, and when he turned to look at He Heng, he found that he had fully expressed his fear and despair of English on his face.

"I'm going to die, Qi Shu, I'm going to die."

He Heng slumped on the chair, with a look of unworthiness in the world, "Remember to burn some paper for me at night, burn more."

Qi Shu: "...not so."

"You don't understand, you don't understand this kind of despair, every English test is torture for me."

He Heng continued to be unrequited, "I still have a basic test... I will let the teacher know what is unfathomable after the results come out."

Qi Shu: "..."

You don't have to.

Qi Shu comforted him: "No way, it's been a summer vacation, everyone must have almost forgotten about it."

With an expression of "you are so naive", He Heng motioned him to look at those people in the class who were eager to try their papers, and whispered: "Let me tell you, at least half of the people in the class have already taken tutoring outside this summer vacation. , Maybe everyone has already learned it... Only mine will not be true."

Qi Shu has never attended a cram school, and his primary and junior high schools are relatively remote, and most of the students have never attended either, so he doesn't quite understand the horror of "I'm afraid that the top student will go on summer vacation", so he doesn't take it to heart.

However, although Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School is not considered to be a provincial key point, it can be considered to be on the same level, and the students here are not too bad.

He Heng: "..."

He Heng: "I suspect that you are implicating me."

As evidenced by heaven and earth, Qi Shu really planned to restrain himself at the beginning, and create a good image of being gentle and refined.

"No, you think too much."

Qi Shu patted his little head kindly, took the paper passed from the front row and gave him a copy: "Write it quickly."

He Heng held the paper, staring blankly for a while, then came back to his senses, and found that Qi Shu had already started to finish writing the form.

And it's the kind that writes one after another, with almost no pauses.

He Heng: "..."

Seeing his seriousness, He Heng was even more shocked: "This is a cloze...how did you write such a horrible thing so easily?"

Qi Shu paused and explained: "No, I was fooled, but there is a high probability that I got the question right."

He Heng: "..."

You can comfort me, can you make up a less sloppy reason?

"Really, Tao follows everything, and there is an internal connection in the English questions, just follow the feeling."

Qi Shu said softly, "Xuanxue, quite accurate."

He Heng: "..."

Very good, Ness.

My deskmate wrote English with metaphysics.

He Heng closed his eyes, and his tone was extremely sincere: "I remember you said last night that I was your new apprentice, Master, do you still think this is true?"

Qi Shu: "..."

Has English forced you to do this?

It may be that there was too much movement just now, and it successfully attracted the attention of the English teacher.Just as Qi Shu was about to say, why don't you read my paper first, when he saw Xia Hong who had been on the podium all the time, he walked straight towards them.

"Don't whisper."

Xia Hong came over and knocked on the desk of He Heng who was sitting on the outside. With a glance, he saw that the classmate sitting inside had started to write and read. He was surprised for a while, and took the gestalt he had just written to read, and found that Almost exactly.

Xia Hong was amazed for a while, looked at the names of the two of them at the beginning of the paper, first remembered the name Qi Shu, and then looked at the paper where He Heng was still dawdling with single selection, and instantly felt all the dissatisfaction with hearing the two of them talking They piled up on He Heng, and said to Qi Shu with a pleasant face, "Qi Shu, right? Put the finished papers on the table first."

He Hengsheng, who was discovered before committing the crime, had nothing to love, so he resigned himself to his fate and settled the papers.

He Heng originally wanted to wait for him to leave before operating it, but Xia Hong didn't know whether he was worried or wanted to watch Qi Shu answer the questions, so he stood here without moving.

Qi Shu was not affected at all, and quickly finished the previous questions and came to the composition.

He Heng originally thought that he would get stuck on the composition, and even made up a set of reasons for him in his mind that "the objective questions are more practiced and the composition is less practiced". Unexpectedly, Qi Shu just paused for 2 minutes, and continued to brush with the pen Write upwards.

He Heng: "..."

and many more.

Although I don't understand it, I still feel like something is not right.

Can metaphysics be used to write English compositions?

Qi Shu also wrote the essay very quickly, finishing the pen in less than 10 minutes.Seeing that he didn't intend to check, Xia Hong asked him to come over with the paper.

"It's going to be approved in person, it's really scary." He Heng watched him go, a little worried that his deskmate would not be able to use metaphysics to deal with the teacher's random questions.

But Xia Hong didn't ask Qi Shu any random questions. He just flipped through his paper, took a pencil and wrote the words "Maoshan" and "Zhengsipin" in the blank space.

Qi Shu looked at him suspiciously, and Xia Hong smiled at him generously.

Kinda friendly.

The celestial master of the fourth rank is naturally sharp, and it is nothing to test him after hearing what he said just now, besides, he is also frank, and he first reported his family name when he came up.

Qi Shu felt that there was no need to be too defensive, and nodded in a friendly manner: "Fourth grade. Ye Mao, follow the teacher to practice in seclusion."

At such a young age, he is of the fourth rank just like himself, yet he is still a hermit.

There must be some twists and turns in the story.

Perhaps it was related to the secrets of the teacher's family, Xia Hong felt that it was not easy to ask, so he ordered some papers: "How is your English learning?"

"It's okay, the composition is written by myself."

Qi Shu was not at all embarrassed by being pointed out, "I took the high school entrance examination by myself, and there is no problem in communication."

Then there is no problem.

Xia Hong himself is also a celestial master, and he is not opposed to using the knowledge he has learned to give himself a little convenience within a certain range, so he just nodded: "That's fine...you can go back."

Qi Shu paused and asked, "Last night..."

"Well, it's me." Xia Hong didn't play tricks with him, "You're such a cute little girl."

Qi Shu actually wanted to say, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to invite a female ghost to your dormitory.But after all, this matter has nothing to do with him, and he didn't want to say much, so he just nodded slightly and returned to his seat.

After such a delay, get out of class is almost over.Xia Hong took an eraser to wipe off the handwriting he had just written, and then asked someone to collect the paper neatly.

He Heng spread out on the chair, as if he had seen through the world of mortals.

Yang Hao turned his head and asked him: "How about Brother Heng, can you survive?"

He Heng shook his head desolately: "I don't think so."

"Neither can I,"

Yang Hao looked desperate, "We might as well drop out of school."

He Heng sighed, taking on a heavy responsibility: "No, I can't drop out of school, our class has to count on me to lose face."

Qi Shu: "..."

It sounds like there's nothing wrong with it.

Overly responsible.

"I'm going to die, Qi Shu, I'm really going to die this time."

He Heng tried to ask his deskmate for help, "School has just started, and I'm about to be dissed by the English teacher...he's still the head teacher."

Qi Shu thought for a while: "Then what should I do, how about I draw a talisman for you?"

He Heng sat up in shock while dying: "What talisman can prevent the teacher from dissing me? Or make my papers spontaneously ignite?"

Qi Shu explained to him seriously: "This can't be done, but maybe it can make him forget to scold you."

"Fuck! What kind of baby is this!"

He Heng almost jumped up from his chair, "Really? Can you make him forget to scold me?"

If it was an ordinary person, as long as He Heng's test paper did not reach the point where people and gods were indignant, Qi Shu would basically dare to guarantee it, but Xia Hong is also a celestial master of the same level as himself, so Qi Shu would not dare to say anything about it. Too full, only to say that there is a great possibility.

He Heng is easy to be satisfied, let alone a great possibility, even if there is a glimmer of life, he must grasp it.

Just as He Heng was about to say, let's draw quickly, the class bell just rang.He had no choice but to tear up a piece of paper and pass it to Qi Shu.

Qi Shu glanced down, shook his head and said softly: "Don't worry, just wait until the English class starts. Temporary, it works quickly."

...This sounds like someone who buys medicine.

However, after these few days, He Heng had already firmly believed in him, and he felt relieved after hearing the words, and felt that he seemed to have a buff blessed by the Holy Light.

The third class in the morning of the second day is English.After the second class, Qi Shu poured some water on the table, dipped his index finger on He Heng's table and drew a few dragon-like lines, which looked very casual.

It was the first time for He Heng to see this, and he was fresh and a little inexplicably awed. He stood aside and watched, holding his breath unconsciously, looking more nervous than the one who drew the talisman.Qi Shu even wiped off the excess water on his table with paper, and he was still watching with a good eye.

"It's ready," Qi Shu reminded softly, "Let's go downstairs and fuck."

He Heng couldn't believe it: "That's all right?"

Qi Shu nodded: "Okay, the water will be dry when I come back from the big break."

He Heng was worried: "Is the water still useful after it dries up?"

Qi Shu: "Yes, it will take about three hours, don't worry."

He Heng was still a little unbelievable: "That's enough..."

Qi Shuxin said that it was just a lucky charm, and he was thinking about how to simplify it, how troublesome it would be.

He Heng was whimsical: "Don't you need to sing and dance with a small wooden sword?"

Qi Shu: "..."

Qi Shu felt that the common sense of his deskmate needed to be corrected.

The celestial master didn't come and run out from some hospital, why did he sing and dance with a small wooden sword?

He Heng scratched his head: "Ah, when I was a child, my grandma invited a Taoist priest to our house. I saw him burn and dance while drawing symbols on the paper. It seemed like he was chanting some kind of mantra..."

Qi Shu: "...that's called Gangbu, at least you should respect the dignity of the celestial master a little bit."

He Heng apologized repeatedly, and then asked him curiously: "Then don't you need to chant mantras and those steps?"

"In the class, surrounded by classmates, what kind of mantra are you reciting?"

Qi Shu probably didn't want too many people to hear him, so he kept his voice down.After leaving the classroom, the corridor was in a mess. He Heng couldn't hear clearly, but he only heard one sentence: "My master's teaching is not so troublesome."

He Heng didn't understand these things, but somehow felt that Qi Shu seemed to be much more powerful than the gray-haired Taoist priest he had invited to his home when he was a child. He had no doubts about him, and he could face the next English class with confidence.

——Until he entered the class, he happened to see Xia Hong standing by his desk.

With a guilty conscience, He Heng asked Qi Shu in a low voice: "Could it be that he found out..."

After He Heng asked, he felt it was impossible. After all, drawing talismans sounds mysterious and mysterious. There are not many people like himself who accept it without any obstacles, let alone see it.

But Qi Shu nodded uncertainly: "It's also possible."

He Heng: ...Huh?

Stop it.

Is this world so cruel to me?