Chapter 6 Class
An Lang believed that Zhong Tao had fulfilled his obligation as a messenger and reported the severity of his "female insect phobia" to the mantis master Lindberg.
Of course, there may be other things that were transmitted.
When Lindbergh saw Lan Xiu in the distance, he just sighed deeply and stared at An Lang several times with a look of disappointment in his ability.
An Lang's arms were covered with goose bumps.
"If you like this female insect, you can keep her. It wouldn't be a bad idea to give her a female servant position."
Before An Lang could even smile, Lindbergh continued, "I see you're in much better spirits now. Don't fall behind in your studies."
An Lang:? I still want to go to school? I was killed and traveled to another world, and I still want to go to school?
After seeing Lindberg off, An Lang went to check on Lan Xiu, who seemed to have recovered much better.
"Lan Xiu, I was not a good person before, but after experiencing life and death, I decided to turn over a new leaf and become a new insect. I will never hurt you!" An Lang patted his chest and promised.
Lan Xiu lowered his head humbly: "I have heard from the doctor that His Highness kept me by his side because he wanted to use pheromones to treat my glands."
"Your Highness saved my life, and I will do whatever you want with it."
After saying that, he actually looked at An Lang with eyes full of gratitude.
An Lang choked, wow, this kid only cares about food and not beatings!
The damage to his glands was probably related to his original body.
An Lang was shocked!
Anlang feels guilty!
Anlang feels distressed!
"You should have a good rest first..." An Lang sighed, "Don't worry about the rest, just take care of yourself."
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Male insects have many privileges in this world.
Low-level male insects only need to eat, drink, have fun, and release pheromones.
The subjects studied by male Zergs in aristocratic academies are usually "A Brief History of Zerg", "A Brief Analysis of the Spiritual Sea and Void", "The Use and Promotion of Pheromones", and the rest are mostly courses to cultivate sentiment.
An Lang felt relieved when he first saw the class schedule.
A 10am to 4pm schedule is so much better than the miserable high school students' 7am to 11pm schedule!
There are only two classes a day, with a two-hour break in between. The teacher will rush from school to the palace to teach, so he doesn’t have to go to school by himself. Why does he need a bicycle!
No math, no physics, no history and politics that give you a headache by memorizing them, is this the happy life of college students?
But when he got to the classroom, he found that it was not the case at all.
Who can tell him why "The Use and Promotion of Pheromones" is not a theoretical course but a practical course?
The classroom inside the palace was large, and in it, there were four male insects, each followed by a female. Fortunately, everyone was sitting separately, far enough apart from each other that Anlang wouldn't get goosebumps.
Could this be their bodyguard? Before An Lang could even begin to wonder, the teacher sitting on the podium briefly explained and then placed his hand on the female insect squatting in front of him.
The female insect had a shaved head and was wearing a military uniform. An Lang glanced at his epaulettes and wondered if they were the same as the military rank on Earth, but the three shining stars on his epaulettes must indicate some kind of rank.
He had a stern face, his lips were tightly pursed, and he looked very serious.
But as Mr. Xiongchong's teaching progressed, his posture gradually changed from half-squatting to kneeling, his eyes became blurred, black insect patterns appeared on his right cheek, sweat continued to appear on his body, and even dark green stains appeared on the collar of his shirt.
"Captain, where's your willpower?" The male insect teacher frowned and retracted his hand, "Your Highness is still underage!"
The female insect on the podium seemed to have just woken up from a dream. Her eyes flickered for a moment, and shame and humiliation appeared on her resolute face. She prostrated herself before the male insect teacher: "Please punish me, Master El!"
But the male insect teacher withdrew his gaze and let the female insect kneel on the side. He even kicked the female soldier, signaling him to kneel farther away.
Teacher El continued to explain: "This is the use of pheromones."
"Aren't male insects' pheromones emitted unconsciously?" a male insect began to ask.
He looked quite young, so the teacher patiently explained, "Male insects release pheromones unconsciously. They are found in sweat, blood, and vaginal fluid. But what we need to train is to release pheromones in a targeted manner to soothe the female insects."
"This is a skill that can only be used by male insects above level B."
"What if I can't?"
Hearing this, the teacher raised his chin, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness: "If you can't control the release of pheromones, then wait to be exploited by the female insects."
"Your sexual fluids and even blood."
An Lang got goose bumps when he saw the insect patterns crawling all over the female insect's face. Then, he heard the teacher say in a brisk voice, "Okay, now everyone, get familiar with your friends. We'll start practicing later."
The teacher came up to An Lang as he spoke: "Your Highness, your bamboo throwers are already outside the door. Which one would you like to choose as your study companion today?"
Anlang was petrified.
Seeing that An Lang remained silent for a long time, the teacher smiled and said, "Then let's follow the old rules."
Old rules?
What old rules?
Before An Lang could come to his senses, he saw dust suddenly flying outside the door. Teacher El skillfully opened the dust cover, and a light blue water ripple lit up from the door, blocking all the dust outside.
"Young people these days..."
The flying dust continued for a moment, and when it settled, An Lang saw a tall figure walking towards him.
Fierce and sharp.
He half-knelt in front of An Lang, with a strong smell of blood on his body. A white scar ran through his right eyebrow, cutting it in two. His dark green eyes were like deep pools.
He remembered this female insect, You Zhuo - the bamboo thrower of the Guangfu tribe.
An Lang froze.
He wasn't actually afraid of insects. Who hadn't caught a few ladybugs as a kid to compare sizes? But the fear left in this body by his original self was so profound that he couldn't help but tremble at the mere proximity of a female insect.
Add to that the nightmare of having his head pulled out in those days and the childhood shadow brought by Black Cat Sheriff.
The more you talk, the more it sounds like an excuse.
He frantically poked at the terminal and called out to Zhong Tao: Come and save me, I'm going to have a seizure! I'm really going to faint!!!
At this moment, Zhong Tao and Mantis Master were watching the video from the classroom together.
"Master Mantis, His Highness sent a text message."
"Wait a little longer." said the Mantis Lord.
Zhong Tao could only lower his head and say sorry, Your Highness, but there was nothing he could do without the Mantis Lord giving the order.
"Okay, let's start now." The male insect teacher continued teaching. He asked each male insect to put his hand on the female insect's shoulder, with direct contact being preferred.
After all, we are all beginners, and pheromones can be absorbed through the skin.
But when it came to An Lang and You Zhuo, something unexpected happened.
You Zhuo was wearing a loose robe with a loose belt, revealing half of his chest. There were still traces of fighting on his body, but he didn't care at all, as if he didn't feel any pain, and just stared at An Lang closely.
An Lang didn't want to touch him. He was terrified of insects, and this man gave him a dangerous feeling, always with a malicious intent.
More importantly, a praying mantis—a strong praying mantis—a strong praying mantis with a manly appearance—what's so good about touching it!!!
The two of them were in a stalemate. While the other study partners had made some progress, they were still staring at each other.
The male insect teacher finally couldn't help but speak: "Your Highness, pheromones will be blocked by clothing. Although you are a pureblood, you have no practical experience after all. It is better to take it step by step."
An Lang had no choice but to overcome his fear and gently place two fingers on You Zhuo's shoulders.
You Zhuo's calm expression suddenly became heated. He stared at An Lang and suddenly grinned: "Your Highness..."
An Lang was 100% sure that he saw two very, very sharp teeth.
The scene in the nightmare suddenly flashed in my mind. The unlucky male insect whose head was pulled out by the female insect in its mouth was being eaten clean bit by bit by such sharp teeth!
Oh my god!
It’s going to eat people!!!
An Lang suddenly withdrew his hand and rolled back a few steps.
Under the surprised gaze of the male insect teacher, An Lang jumped up and raised his hand high: "Teacher, I want to change my class partner!!!"
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When Lan Xiu was called to the classroom, he saw An Lang's eyes suddenly light up.
It was like seeing a savior.
He lowered his eyes calmly, allowing the other bamboo throwers outside the palace to make mocking or threatening remarks.
It was hard to tell whether there was joy or anger in the deep green eyes of the tall female insect that passed by him. He passed by Lan Xiu carelessly, as if he was running over a dying ant.
"Lan Xiu, you're finally here!" An Lang hurriedly sat down next to Lan Xiu. "If you hadn't come, I would have been scared to death."
"Hey, I told you to rest more..."
An Lang thought his voice was very soft, but in fact even the female insects outside the hall heard his whisper.
The physiological differences between male and female insects were so great that An Lang could not imagine. He did not know that the other insects heard him talking, and he could not hear the sound gradually fading away outside the window.
——"You Zhuo, what does His Highness's pheromones smell like?"
--"roll."
——"We fought for so long, but we were beaten to the punch by a piece of trash that hadn't even awakened yet."
——"Let's make a bet. How long can that loser live?"
--"boring."
——"Haha, no, you didn't see Hunter Aiden's expression when the tenth person picked out a loser in the bamboo throw that day."
——"I'll bet a month. If that loser is still alive within a month, he'll be lucky."
He couldn't hear it, but the female insects who were still in the hall heard it clearly.
When they saw Lan Xiu still replying to An Lang in a low voice, the expressions on their faces became even weirder.
He is really a complete waste. Not only can he not revert to his ancestral state, it seems that even his five senses are not fully developed.
Otherwise, how could you laugh when you hear others talking about your own death?
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