C80 (1/2)

It was a little scary to be alone in the dorm at night! They could only hold the talisman that Mu Chen gave me, not daring to leave my side for even a moment.

Initially, he had even wanted to apply for a change in dorm room for the academy, but thinking about Danshen, he endured it in the end.

Qin Yize always doesn't understand the heart of a woman. Actually, as long as you coax me more, you can still forgive him first!

Thinking of this, he fell asleep, perhaps in his room alone!

Always feel a little sleepless, feel a pair of eyes on the window always stare at me. He woke up several times in the middle of the night, but checked whether it was a window or a window.

The next day, when he woke up, he felt pain in his neck and his eyes. It was an unspeakable pain.

Looking out the window, he saw that it was still early in the morning. He could only drag his tired body towards the school building.

Our school's layout is: The teaching area is the westernmost area, living in the easternmost area, in the middle is the dining hall and next to the teaching area's Cultural Relics Building.

Normally, he wouldn't be able to use his Cultural Relics Building, but he heard that there were many rare treasures inside, and also heard that there were many ancient corpses.

The first lesson in the morning was something that Teacher Ou had taught him before, and the second lesson was the appreciation of cultural relics. However, ever since Teacher Ou left, he had not been able to find a suitable teacher. Yesterday, he had heard that a new teacher was coming today, but he did not know what the situation was.

When we arrived at the classroom, there were only a few couples who had come early and were sitting in the corner. They had already taken their seats and were preparing for Qing Qing and I to go through our boring lessons.

I found a seat at random and sat down. As the number of students increased, the classroom gradually filled up, but basically no one sat with me, even though there were no empty seats in the classroom and I would rather be crowded with others than take the initiative to sit with me.

Very soon, the atmosphere in the teachers' hall quieted down, and I knew that it was most likely the teachers who had come.

Sure enough, after coughing, the teacher walked into the classroom. When he raised his head, he saw that it was an old man with grey hair at his temples and an old pair of glasses.

At this time, everyone lost their interest and lowered their heads, sighing.

Who knew that the old man would be so angry that he slammed the table and shouted, ”All of you, raise your heads!”

All the people who were playing on their cell phones with their heads down jumped in shock, but they were forced to look up to listen to him continue to talk endlessly. I didn't hear anything else.

The only thing he heard was, ”Will he be the one to talk about the appreciation of cultural relics?”

Everyone might not have listened to the previous lesson, but those words were firmly imprinted in my mind. Even if I didn't remember them, I could see the despair and panic on their faces.

Just as he was playing with his phone, he felt someone coming over and hurriedly put it away.

The old man walked over and didn't seem to notice that I was playing with my phone. He nodded at me in satisfaction. ”Not bad!” Student, listen very carefully! Study hard, what's your name?! ”

I felt like crying, why is it so tragic? I lowered my voice and rubbed it as I said, ”Huang Lingyue.”

I did not expect the old man to be so sensitive as to hear it in an instant, I said. He nodded his head, indicating that he had heard me.

I silently lit a row of candles for myself in my heart, I feel that I will not have a good life.

Indeed, in the second class, this old man followed us to the Cultural Relics Building.

Actually, this is my second time here, because I often skip classes, but I know the basic situation, but I don't know why the teacher suddenly changed!

When we arrived at the artifact room, the main thing was actually the teacher's explanation, so we looked at the records. Sometimes you learn to handle and clean.

The old man coughed and started to talk about class. Those who didn't know what he was talking about would think that the teacher had a fishbone in his throat!