When Yang Qi arrived in the classroom. There are already many people in the classroom. He glanced and saw Luo Siyu as expected. With this girl's honest character, she will probably attend class with full attendance. Luo Siyu sat in the first row of two people at the edge of the classroom. There was already a girl sitting next to her. But Yang Qi still walked over. The space behind them is empty. but. He just left.
The girl next to Luo Siyu stood up: "You want to sit with Siyu? Here, sit down." After speaking, she sat in the back row. Yang Qi: ... He was going to sit in the back row. After all, it's just sitting, not doing, so there's no need to talk to girls. But he can't live up to the kindness of others. "Thanks." Yang Qi thanked him politely, and then sat next to Luo Siyu. Luo Siyu took a peek at him, then blushed and lowered his head, pretending to read a book. Why did Yang Qi know she was faking it? Because she put a notebook on it, and it was blank after opening it. But she didn't notice it herself, she just stared there blankly... Yang Qi stretched out his hands and looked at her, to see how long she could be in a daze. He also didn't notice that there was a pair of eyes on his side and behind, staring at him firmly. And the owner of those eyes didn't notice that a group of people behind her were staring at her back... There is no doubt that the notebook stands at the top of the tower. time flies. Many students came to the classroom one after another.
Another middle-aged man also walked to the podium from outside the classroom. The man is tall and straight, with a resolute face, and his steps are windy when he walks, with a strong momentum. but. He has only one hand and no right arm. Soldiers who have been discharged after being wounded. This was Yang Qi's first thought. So much so that he didn't go to see the girl anymore, but sat up straight. After the man walked to the podium, he picked up a chalk and wrote three words on the blackboard - Fang Zegang. It's obviously his name. Then he wrote a series of numbers under the name. This should be his cell phone number. After that, he fiddled with the computer for teaching. He didn't speak the whole time. Similarly, the students under the podium have been silent. Not even a small talker. without it. This teacher named Fang Zegang has a very strong aura. Yang Qi felt that he had the same aura as his cheap daddy. But know. One of the two is the deputy head of the Special Forces, while the other is just a university teacher. "Ring ring ring..." The class bell rang. after the bell. "Snapped!" A sudden sound startled many people. But Fang Zegang took out a piece of... Xingmu from somewhere? Shot on the desk. really.
Fang Zegang said, "This thing wakes up the wood. You all know the effect just now. It's just for refreshing you." It's really Xingmu. Yang Qi felt powerless to complain. "my name." Fang Zegang pointed to the blackboard: "There is also my contact information. You can call me if you encounter any questions you don't understand in the future, and then the class will officially begin." After saying this, he suddenly raised his voice and said: "Preaching and teaching karma to solve people's confusion, the three-foot platform bears fruit, I have no choice but to find something..." "Snapped!" He patted Xingmu, and then said: "Do things." "good!" Yang Qi almost subconsciously responded. Fang Zegang glanced at him, then gave him a thumbs up: "You know how to do it." Yang Qi: ... The other students in the classroom have already fallen into a state of sluggishness since Fang Zegang's set of setting poems. At this moment, watching Yang Qi interact with Fang Zegang, he was even more confused. how to say? The entertainment industry in the New Yuan era was underdeveloped. The artistic atmosphere is also almost zero. The art form of storytelling is originally a minority among the minority. Long forgotten. I am afraid there are not many people who know the word "storytelling" now. How can this group of students understand? Next, Fang Zegang really started to give lectures in the form of "half storytelling". Why is it called "half storytelling"? Because in Yang Qi's opinion, he is actually not professional. To put it bluntly, it's kind of crap. A little far-fetched. But he was not talking about books, but teaching.
Come on and listen. "This alien world is actually just a popular name. All worlds other than our Blue Star can be called alien worlds." "And now the alien world that communicates with our Blue Star, we named it - Bug Star!" "Why is it called Bug Star?" "Because the species on this planet are very similar to the Zerg in our concept." "The so-called 'Zerg' is a group composed of creatures of different races, linked together by a master." "Each of these races has a leader, who is the supreme ruler of this race." "Except for the leader, the other creatures in the group have no intelligence and will only obey the leader's orders." "Their reproduction is asexual reproduction, and they are hatched directly from the energy transformed by the brood." "As for alien creatures, we are not sure whether they have a master or not." "All other habits fully meet our definition of Zerg." "That's why we call it the Bug Planet!"