The school is more than half an hour away from my future home, and this is still without traffic jams.

There are only a dozen minutes left now, so it is definitely too late to pass by normal means.

(Fortunately I am not a normal person.) After getting up in the future, I washed up and checked the school toilet with "Classic Eyes". When I found that there was no one, he teleported to one of the pits and pushed the door and walked out.

In the future, I will come to Class 14 all the way, and the students have all arrived and morning reading has begun.

In order to avoid the recurrence of yesterday's tragedy, I used a perspective eye to scan the situation in the class as soon as possible.

The ground was still neat, and the morning reading was Lang Lang, and the classmates were all straight and looked like a good baby.

(Hahaha, are you still pretending here?) The illusion will be discovered soon in the future.

I don’t know if it was because of this group of students who were mentally retarded or if they thought they were mentally retarded in the future. There was a basin of water on the front door of the classroom just like yesterday, and they actually wanted to use the same method to imprison him.

In the future, I went to the office to get an umbrella, held it up and pushed open the classroom door with a swagger.

"Wow!" The water basin hit the umbrella of the future, and the water splashed along the surface of the umbrella and sprinkled all over the ground, but failed to wet the future at all.

"The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is prepared for the ancient alleys. The grievances are condensed in the oil-paper umbrella, and the clear eyes are wet under the lilac flowers. A curtain of dreams is collected. The autumn rain really has different responses!" In the future, I put away the umbrella with ease and waved to the students, "Good morning, the flowers of the motherland."

In the back row of the classroom, Liuyan whispered to Jiang Yunhu: "You can't tell you, you see, this guy has been prepared for a long time. Not only did we not do it, we took the opportunity to show off."

"I won't be caught twice, which means that the teacher is not mentally retarded." Jiang Yunhu snorted coldly, "Although he doesn't look very normal, it's good that we can have a happier future."

Future packed up the umbrella, walked up to the podium, glanced at the class, and his eyes suddenly fell on Lu Yan.

In the future vision, Lu Yan was scared once yesterday, and was more or less scared, and he should not dare to make a second place again in the future.

But at this time, Lu Yan was wearing a pure black windbreaker and a bandage covered with red pigment on his chest. The "Five Kings Ring" on his right hand was not taken off, but instead painted some strange patterns with fluorescent pigments. What's even more exaggerated is that there was a plastic samurai sword next to his table.

"Lu Yan, are you?" Future was stunned.

"Oh, do you say this?" Lu Yan pointed to the bandage covered with red paint on his chest and smiled coldly, "I relaxed my guard yesterday and was attacked. But don't worry, the blood from the wound has stopped. However, because the power of the Five Kings Ring is sealed, I must carry a weapon to ensure my safety. Please forgive me."

(???) In the future, he had no idea that Lu Yan's secondary disease was not only not cured, but worsened. However, he didn't understand the reason, so he could only start reading the mind and see what this guy was thinking.

...

Mind reading time.

Lu Yan's heart: "Hahahahahaha, I didn't expect everything to be true, the ghost troops really exist! Yesterday I fainted in the battle with the enemy, but when I woke up, I found myself still alive, there was only one explanation! That is, a terrible force hidden in my body, which will wake up when I was unconscious! Yesterday I defeated the enemy with this force! Hahahahaha, I am indeed the savior of this world, I am a Noah-level humanoid weapon! I will protect you in the battle of the end of the day, cheer for me, human, hahahahahaha!"

...

(Not cured, wait for death, say goodbye.) In the future, mind reading skills will be closed and Lu Yan will no longer be seen.

After morning reading, students took a break when they should take a break, they were dazed, and they were joking. After the class bell rang, they sat back to their seats.

"In class." After the teacher and students finished greetings, they opened the lesson plan in the future and said, "Today we will study "Farewell to Cambridge", which is Mr. Xu Zhimo's poem and a representative work of the Crescent School's poetry. The creation of this poem is located in Cambridge, a famous landscape of Cambridge, Cambridge in Cambridge, and deeply reflects Mr. Xu Zhimo's nostalgia for Cambridge and parting. Let's read it together."

Halfway through the class, Jiang Yunhu couldn't sit still and started to make trouble again. He raised his hand and said, "Teacher, literary works are important to understand. No matter how well this poem is written, we have never been to Kangqiao, nor have we seen what Kangqiao looks like. We cannot understand that kind of emotion!"

Liuyan and Jiang Yunhu have been working together for a long time and know each other's routines. He quickly spoke, "That's right! Teacher, I think the best way to understand a poem is to restore the author's creative scene at that time. Teacher, why not take us to Country Y. Let's go to Cambridge together and you will definitely have extremely profound understanding!"

(No, what country Y to go to? I'll send you two to Africa to dig coal?) The future saw through these two people's tricks at a glance. What they said was nice, but in fact they were just messing with him in disguise.

The whole class will not only spend on such a thing as going abroad, but also how troublesome the visa procedures are, but how painful the time difference is, it will take at least one week to go back and forth, and can’t you study anymore?

Seeing that some students began to agree, the future falsely suppressed their palms and said in a literary way: "The appreciation of literary works sometimes requires a kind of imagination. There are a hundred Hamlets in the eyes of a hundred people. When the author creates a theme, his thoughts are single, but the readers' divergent thinking can be extended infinitely. With the same words, readers may realize the emotions that the author himself has not experienced. This is the true charm of the words."

The future words touched many people, and several classmates suddenly realized and nodded.

The offensive between Jiang Yunhu and Liuyan was resolved by the future again, and what made him feel relieved was that this time, he did not use his superpowers, and it seemed that he had to rely on superpowers!

In this way, the first class in the true sense of the future ended without any danger.

After class, Jiang Yunhu sat in his seat with a gloomy face.

Not happy! It's really unhappy!

Although I made up the future yesterday, today I seem to be a little unfavorable. The battle of wisdom and literature failed. Wouldn’t this benevolence be the teacher?

Jiang Yunhu said coldly: "Liuyan, call the 'those people' over, you must have some ruthlessness!"
Chapter completed!