Wu Xiaobo was taught a lesson by Lin Murong. After listening to Lin Murong's long speech, he was in a trance.
"So, you know now, right?" Lin Murong finished blabbering and finally looked at him with an unfathomable expression.
Wu Xiaobo: “…”
What what? Know what?
What did he hear?
Wu Xiaobo was in great pain. He felt so much pain.
He looked at Lin Murong's face and didn't dare to say he didn't know.
I could only nod silently.
"I know. Okay, repeat everything I said."
Wu Xiaobo: “???”
What? Are you speaking human language?
"Repeat it, don't just stand there, I want to see if you still have any morals."
Wu Xiaobo: “???”
Why don't you just be a human being.
"I quit! Kill me if you can!" Wu Xiaobo was angry.
Just die.
He really didn't want to see or listen to this idiot anymore.
"Okay, okay, you still have no morals." Lin Murong was very dissatisfied. He had been talking for so long, but it was completely useless.
He is unhappy.
If he's unhappy, then...
"Ah ...
"Do you understand?"
"Your uncle...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
"Do you understand?"
“Oh my god…”
"clear?"
"I understand, I understand. Stop hitting me. Stop hitting me. I was wrong. Help me."
Lin Murong had a wooden face and coldly took out a few pieces of paper.
Have them write down what he just said.
Wu Xiaobo: “…”
no.
This person must be sick.
He must be suffering from some serious illness.
Where did he get the paper from?
Oh shit.
This person actually has this kind of paper.
When Wu Xiaobo got the paper in his hand, he was stunned.
Paper.
This is such finely crafted paper.
Wu Xiaobo stared at Lin Murong blankly. Lin Murong thought he still didn't remember
He was beaten again.
Then I told him again.
Only then did Wu Xiaobo start to copy from memory crying.
The handwriting...
Not a good review.
Lin Murong couldn't figure out what the hell he had written, but at least he had written it, so he had to praise him.
So he twisted Wu Xiaobo's crooked foot back into place.
Wu Xiaobo: “!!!”
Is this really not a serious illness?
It's a little better, but... it really hurts.
Wu Xiaobo was still limping when he left.
Lin Murong took those pieces of paper and thought that being a teacher would be a good idea.
If there hadn't been the apocalypse, he could have been a teacher for fun.
What a pity.
What a pity.
Lin Murong went out and brought back some crumpled papers. He looked at them while eating, shaking his head and nodding from time to time.
Behaving strangely.
This made Su Yinhe a little surprised.
"What are you looking at? What is this?" This made her curious.
"Dictation." Lin Murong smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper.
They really don't take care of it, making it so wrinkled.
Su Yinhe: “???”
Dictation?
What dictation.
The word "dictation" doesn't seem appropriate nowadays.
"It's really dictation. Some things about morality. It's written so-so." Lin Murong shook his head.
This word is too messy.
Especially Wu Xiaobo's.
There's a "bo" in his name, but his handwriting is so rubbish.
It seems that I will have to catch him to practice calligraphy.
Wow.
Why is he acting more and more like a teacher now?
Something is wrong, something is really wrong.
Lin Murong touched his head and felt something was wrong.
"Morality? Dictation?" She had a hard time understanding the few words that Lin Murong put together.
"Yes, yes. Come, I'll tell you in detail." Lin Murong wanted to talk, so he talked to Su Yinhe in detail.
After hearing this, Su Yinhe was a little confused.
Even Chi Yan, who had been silent all the time, was a little surprised.
"You... do you want to be a teacher?" Su Yinhe's expression was a little hard to describe.
"How do you know? I've thought about it a little bit. If there hadn't been the apocalypse, I would have taken the civil service exam." Lin Murong scratched his head, smiling happily.
"What a pity." He said, feeling a little disappointed.
"It's okay. If you want to be a teacher, just go find a few schools and I can sponsor you." Su Yinhe patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"Sponsor? Sponsor what?"
"Blackboard, chalk and the like." She was a rich woman, the kind who had an unlimited supermarket.
There is no shortage of these.
"...But, why are you more excited than me when talking about this?"
Lin Murong looked at her excited expression and felt that something was not right.
"Hmm... Yeah. Just... I want to do that too." I want to know what it's like to teach in the end times.
Su Yinhe was a little shy.
Lin Murong: "??? Thinking? What are you thinking?"
"Let me see you educate them. Come, let's go catch them now." Su Yinhe said excitedly.
When Wu Xiaobo was caught again, he was still a little confused.
Didn’t he leave?
Wasn't he released?
Why did I see Lin Murong again?
Wu Xiaobo looked at Lin Murong's face, which he could recognize even if it was burned to ashes, rolled his eyes and fainted.
Dream.
This must be a dream.
How could he see Lin Murong again?
It's a pity.
This is not a dream.
When Wu Xiaobo woke up again, the first thing he saw was Lin Murong's familiar face.
"Oh, you're awake." Lin Murong was drawing circles. When he saw Wu Xiaobo wake up, he threw away the branch and went over to chat with him.
Lin Murong was actually also very confused and didn't know how things had developed to this point.
He hasn't said anything yet, how come he wants to start a class?
How did Yinhe find a good classroom?
Students were also arrested.
It feels weird to start a class in the end times.
Lin Murong still hasn't figured it out.
"You, you, you...didn't you say you would let me go?" Wu Xiaobo looked at him, feeling extremely scared.
"Yes, I did let you go. But someone caught you again. You ran too slowly, and there was nothing I could do." Lin Murong spread his hands helplessly.
Chi Yan and Su Yinhe, these two people he has absolutely no way to deal with.
If any of them spoke, he could only listen.
Too humble.
There's no way, this is what happens to people who don't have space.
I still miss the whole space.
Is it true that this world cannot have one more person with space?
Even though we have space now, we can’t collect any supplies, but it’s still different if we have it or not.
As Lin Murong thought about it, he began to feel depressed again, then he picked up the branch and continued drawing circles.
Speaking of which, this branch was given to him by Yinhe.
There were no branches here originally.
She saw him drawing circles on the ground with his fingers, so she gave him a branch.
This branch also has a fragrance.
The shape is also good.
Wu Xiaobo looked at his gloomy face and trembled.
I feel more pain in my body.
What to do.
Why is this psychopath here again?
Is there any law in the world?
No, in the last days, no one cares about the law anymore. But this psychopath actually tried to talk to him about morality.
(End of this chapter)
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