"I have been delayed for too long by Yuan Wendong and the others. Class is about to begin in the afternoon. I have to go back to class." At this time, there were not many people left in the canteen. Chu Huanzhao wiped his mouth casually and stood up.
"What class are you in?" Zu An was a little curious.
"I..." Chu Huaibo Tianhuang felt a little guilty, and his voice couldn't help but become a little weaker, "I'm in the Xuanzi class."
"You can laugh if you want. My sister is the genius of Tianzi's class and the most powerful among the students. As a younger sister, I am not as good as her. I have been teased a lot over the years, and you are no different."
Who knew that Zu An patted her on the shoulder: "You must have been very sad these years, right? Don't worry, I will be at the bottom for you in the future, and I will still be in the yellow class."
When he first came to this world, everyone seemed to have great malice towards him. Only this girl could run out and speak up for him when everyone in the ancestral hall wanted to punish him. When he saw her
I feel so low that I can't bear to add insult to injury.
Chu was stunned for a moment and looked at him deeply: "Thank you."
Zu An continued to comfort him: "Everyone has their own unique strengths. Maybe you are just not good at cultivation."
Chu Huanzhao's eyes were slightly filled with moisture, and he looked at him with emotion: "Then what do you think my strengths are?"
Zu An looked depressed. You took your words of comfort seriously, but when you see the look in his eyes as expected, it’s hard to say that you don’t have any strengths, right?
But the two of them had too little contact, and he couldn't think of any other strengths she had after much deliberation. It took him a long time to hold back an answer: "Legs... specialties?"
This was his sincerity. He still remembered that girl sitting on the table that night, her slender and well-proportioned legs shaking like that, as if she could shake any man's heart.
No wonder people say people with flat chests tend to have long legs.
Chu Huanzhao didn't expect him to hold back the answer for a long time: "Bah, pervert." He cursed and ran away with a red face.
Zu An was depressed. What's the use of just scolding? What's the anger value? Why didn't you receive any of it? Is there any justice left?
Weisuo, who was not far away, walked over with a flattering face; "Boss, I admire you more and more. If you can make a woman like Miss Chu Er look so shy, I'm afraid you are the only one in the whole school."
"That's right, don't look at who I am," Zu An said with a look on his face, "By the way, what's your class this afternoon?"
He had originally thought of escaping after lunch, but he had just received a wave of unprecedented anger, which made him realize that staying in this school was not so difficult to accept.
"It seems to be an etiquette class." Weishaupt replied.
"Music?" Zu An's eyes lit up. In his previous life, from elementary school to university, the music teachers were all the most beautiful. Not only did they have good temperaments, but they were also good at singing and dancing, and had great figures and temperaments. Such a world full of aura.
,Music teachers should be more intelligent, right?
Zu An had never been so looking forward to going to class. He walked back to the classroom in three steps and two steps at a time. Manyu, the big fat man, was talking loudly with his friends, but when they saw him coming in, they all stopped talking.
I can't help but be cowardly, I can't beat him no matter how hard I fight, and I'm trying to fight for the backstage, and his backstage is no one strong - well, speaking of it, it seems that Ye Chenliang is still squatting in the playground and being repaired by Lude.
That bald guy is a pervert, and he will pinch someone as hard as he can when he catches him.
Naturally, Zu An would not care about the mentality of these defeated generals. He was looking at the classroom door expectantly, waiting for the beautiful teacher to arrive.
But when a shaky old man walked in, he was completely dumbfounded. He was promised to be good at singing and dancing, and he was promised to have a good temperament. If it didn't work, a woman would be fine. How could he be an old man?
"Ahem, open the textbook, today we are going to learn a new lesson - "Qu Li"."
"Morals, benevolence and righteousness cannot be done without impropriety; teachings are upright and customary, but unprepared for impropriety; disputes and lawsuits cannot be resolved without propriety; fathers, sons and brothers, kings and ministers, can be deficient in propriety. Officials and teachers should not be intimate with each other without propriety; govern the dynasty and govern the army, and go to the officials to practice law.
It is inappropriate to be disrespectful and majestic. Praying to the temple to offer sacrifices to ghosts and gods is disrespectful and dishonest. Therefore, a gentleman is respectful, temperate and retreats to show propriety. Parrots can speak, but they are not separated from birds; orangutans can speak, but they are not separated from animals. Nowadays, people are rude, even though they can speak.
, don’t you have the heart of an animal? Animals are rude, so father and son gather together. This is why the sage did it to teach people the etiquette, so that people can be polite and know that they are different from the animals..."
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Help!
Zu An was completely stunned. Not only did he not have the beautiful teacher he was expecting, but he was still listening to the book like in the morning. It was even more difficult than going to jail.
He looked at the door of the classroom, thinking about his ability to use "Great Wind". He didn't know if he could teleport out and escape. However, he remembered that Wei Suo had mentioned before that the teachers in the school were all masters, so it might be difficult to hide it.
That ferocious "Guangmingding" Lude is still on the playground. If he ran out, wouldn't he just fall into his hands?
And it's really not worth it to expose your trump card in front of everyone.
Zu An had no choice but to give up the idea, but it was impossible for him to listen carefully. He didn't know what he was learning for, and he couldn't understand it even if he listened carefully.
He had no choice but to desert the class like he did in his previous life, quietly summoned the keyboard, and glanced at Weishaupt quite warily: "What do you see now?"
Weisuo looked confused and subconsciously replied: "I saw the boss's quiet handsomeness."
"He is handsome, not sinister." Zu An had a black line on his head. This guy had buck teeth, but he confirmed that no one else could see his keyboard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Let’s first see how much anger is worth, huh?
Zu An rubbed his eyes in disbelief. There were actually 57,454 more anger points in total! This was more than he had ever had before.
He recalled that he made a lot of money at the school gate, and later made some scattered money in the school. Of course, the main force was at noon with Ye Chenliang and Yuan Wendong, and the onlookers contributed.
Here he had to reflect on the problem with his previous strategy. Even if one person kills him, he can't earn much anger points. He still has to cast a wide net. It is much more efficient to earn the anger points of a group of people.
Well, I need to develop more AOE group damage skills in the future.
The lottery started next, but it’s a pity that I don’t have the environment to wash my hands and face now.
Forget it, let's make do with it.
Just as Zu An was about to press the enter key, he still felt a little uneasy.
No, you can’t skip the steps! Even if you can’t wash your face, you still need to wash your hands to improve your luck.
So he spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed it before pressing it.
The cursor rotated around and finally stopped on the numeric key "4", Vitality Fruit!
Zu An couldn't help but feel happy. It seemed that washing his hands was indeed effective. He got the lottery the first time.
Weisuo, who was sitting next to him, saw him spitting into the palm of his hand, and then just having fun there by himself. He couldn't help but subconsciously moved his butt to the side, farther away from him, thinking that the boss is a master of eating soft food.
, but this person’s hygiene habits are really bad, and I don’t know if those sisters-in-law know that he is like this.
Zu An didn't know how weird his behavior was in the eyes of others. At this time, he concentrated on drawing the lottery:
"Thank you for participation!"
"Thank you for participation!"
"Thank you for participation!"
"Thanks for fucking again!"
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Oh, I drew it, the Vitality Fruit.
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Thank you for participating…Vital Fruit…Thank you for participating…Vital Fruit…
After drawing hundreds of times, the cursor finally landed on a different place - number key 1, Brother Xinchun!
Zu An breathed a sigh of relief. He had always wanted to get this again. After all, he was injured last time. Even after using Divine Doctor Ji's elixir, his recovery was not that fast. If he really encountered a crisis, how could the enemy slow him down?
Chances of slow recovery?
With Brother Xinchun, you don't have to worry so much. Resurrecting instantly with full health is equivalent to gaining an extra life.
Zu An continued to draw. He was looking forward to drawing something different. After all, the keyboard produced must be a high-quality product. Unfortunately, God failed to fulfill his wish. The next thing he drew was either a thank you for participating or a vitality fruit.
I really don’t believe it!
Zu An spit into the palm of his hand again, rubbed it and started drawing again. Fortunately, this time the anger value was more than 50,000, and he could draw 574 prizes. He had enough redundancy.
Weisuo swallowed his saliva and thought to himself, is the boss crazy? No, he is a man known as the King of Loafers, how can he judge this with common sense? Is this the secret of why he has been favored by so many beauties?
I want to study hard!
So he secretly spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed it. Then he couldn't help but put it to the tip of his nose and smell it. It was so sour that he almost died of being smoked to death.
At this time, Zu An looked excited, because the cursor finally landed on a different number key - the number key "9"!
Lucky Pill!
Introduction: You can temporarily maximize your luck within an hour. Anything that needs to test your luck will happen in your favor.
Zu An's eyes lit up, this couldn't be better. When I draw in the future, wouldn't it be a sure hit? If I draw many more times, wouldn't I be able to draw every button?
Maybe he guessed what he was thinking, but a line of small words suddenly appeared below: "Attention, the lucky pill is not valid for keyboard draws."
Damn it!
Zu An almost smashed the keyboard. The keyboard was good, but everything had some pitfalls.
It can't be used for keyboard draws, so why use this lucky pill? This is the real world and we are not playing a game. There is no explosion rate when killing monsters. Luck is useful, why not improve my appearance?
Hey, it seems my appearance doesn’t need to be improved.