Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 410 Study Notes
Zitong was being harassed by scumbags, and the others were also having a hard time.

There are too many abnormal students in this class. They don't do the test papers themselves, and they go all out to harass others.

No. 2 Chinese teacher didn't care if he was blind, but he did have no eyes, only reading comprehension.

After Jiu Yuanzi took the lead in killing the guy who harassed him, he quickly finished the fourth and first questions.

Then she planned to take a break first. She had been staring at the test paper for several minutes and wrote carefully. She had to let her eyes look far away to protect her eyesight.

Then, she glanced around, looked at Mr. Shi sitting in the middle row on the right, and froze.

The students sitting in the front row of Mr. Shi lost their heads.

Jiu Yuanzi took a closer look, only to find that it wasn't missing, but his neck stretched out and his head hung down.

The classmate's head passed through his legs, slipped under the chair, and came under Mr. Shi's desk.

I was trying to pass between his legs, move my head up, and peek at the answer on Mr. Shi's test paper.

Moreover, this is a female classmate with a pretty face, but I don't know if she is a player or an aborigine.

After all, this kind of behavior doesn't seem too unusual, and players can do it.

Mr. Shi found out, he looked down and saw the sudden head, and was shocked.

Then he muttered angrily, "You want to whore for nothing!"

He grabbed the pen in his hand and stabbed it madly at that face, showing no sympathy, only crazy output, as if the other party was not trying to peek at the answer, but stealing his wallet.

Jiu Yuanzi could understand that if the head was biting, Mr. Shi would lose his job.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, of course they will be beaten to death.

There were only so few people in the class, six of them seemed crazy, and the other five were beaten to death by the players.

Only Zitong was left. He was so honest that he was poked by the classmate behind him all the time.

It was not a pen that poked him, but a classmate's finger. Every time he poked, the meat fell off. Now half of the classmate's body and head had fallen off to the bone.

Jiu Yuanzi bit his lip, trying not to speak.

She really wanted to shout out loud, you can't poke him to death like this, come on!
At this time, Chinese teacher No. 2 stood up suddenly, walked around the classroom with her hands folded, and glanced at each student, it seemed that she was bored.

When he walked slowly to Jiu Yuanzi's side, he stopped, put his hand down to support the table, and looked at her test paper.

When Jiu Yuanzi saw it, he took the pen and pushed his palm away from the table.

"..." No. 2 Chinese teacher was stunned, and then put his hand on the table again, and pressed it firmly, with blue veins protruding and very hard.

Jiu Yuanzi stared at his hand in silence, then quickly wrote a word on the back of his hand with a pen: Get lost.

Chinese teacher No. 2 turned his hand over, stretched it out in front of her, and closed his palm like a claw, trying to squeeze it into a fist to intimidate her.

Jiu Yuanzi sighed, put down his pen, put his hand in the pocket of his pleated skirt, took out a half-eaten cream sandwich bread, and put it in his hand with pain.

It's too much to come and confiscate the snacks.

No. 2 Chinese teacher showed a surprised expression on her face, and forgot to take her hand back, still stretching out in front of her.

Jiu Yuanzi raised his head and gave him a hard look. She knew the questions in the dojo today, and she didn't want to make trouble, but just wanted to take the exam well.

Why do you want to force me!

I just want to do well in the exam, is this all right?

She took out another deck of playing cards and put them in the teacher's hand, then took out a set of unsuitable cartoons, sandbags, crystal clay, small stickers, mirrors and more than a dozen novels and handed them in honestly.

But Teacher No. 2 was not satisfied, he still stretched out his hand, as if I knew you still had something, and handed it over to me.

Although he may not mean it that way, it looks like it.

Jiu Yuanzi turned out the two pockets on the skirt, and shook to indicate that there was nothing left.

The sundries in the palm of Chinese teacher No. 2 have already piled up high, and it is also the size of his palm, otherwise just a dozen books would be heavy enough.

Jiu Yuanzi stared at his eyes that only had words, and finally reached into his collar, and pulled out a dozen envelopes with hearts painted on them, and words written on them.

love letter.

She angrily put the love letter on the table, and wrote it on the cover, from the principal, from the dean, from the math teacher No. 2, from the new physical education teacher No. 2, from the art teacher No. 2...

She wrote about Uncle No. 2, who didn't know if there was one, but she didn't write about No. 2 Chinese teacher.

After writing everything, she stuffed the love letters into the teacher's hands.

No. 2 Chinese teacher gritted his teeth and pointed at the back door and said, "You have to stand outside for an hour as punishment, and you are only allowed to come in for the exam in the last 10 minutes!"

Jiu Yuanzi stood up aggrieved, and said, "Teacher, if my test paper is lost or damaged by others, it is your responsibility."

"Get out!" the teacher yelled.

If he didn't go out again, he would lose control and wanted to twist her head off and crush her to burst.

The other players looked at her blankly, they didn't know what she wanted to do from the beginning, such a simple question, honestly, it's enough to finish it.

If there are only 10 minutes left, will you score 59 points?
Jiu Yuanzi was driven outside the classroom and stood alone in the aisle.

Seeing that there was no one outside, Chinese teacher No. 2 also entered the classroom, she climbed up the railing of the aisle, jumped from the second floor, and headed straight for the library.

When the first floor was divided into classrooms, there was a school floor plan on the wall. She had already memorized the school's structure, and now she ran over immediately.

The door of the library was ajar, Jiu Yuanzi glanced at it quietly, there was a teacher sitting inside, with the words on the eyes: tidy up, check.

She thought about it, and her clothes began to change, becoming the same as the teacher's professional suit inside, holding a folder in her hand.

Her hair was coiled up, she wore a pair of rimless glasses, and her eyes became two words: service and delivery.

Then Jiu Yuanzi walked into the library, came to the administrator teacher, and said, "Hello, I am the newly appointed assistant to the principal. The principal wants to find some books to read. Let me come and pick them out."

The administrator teacher raised his head, was stunned for a few seconds, and then said, "I'll help you get any books the principal wants."

"The principal only mentioned the scope, and I will choose the others myself, so I don't need to bother you." Jiu Yuanzi's tone was a bit forceful. I have a backer with shares, and I only serve the principal. If I am not happy, I will make a small report .

"Then you choose it yourself." The administrator teacher sat still and said not very enthusiastically.

"Okay." Jiu Yuanzi walked directly to the bookshelves, entered the rows of bookshelves, and looked at the books on them.

The books on the bookshelves are all ancient books, and there are also those handed down in the mortal library.

Even if there were any peerless copies among them, she didn't know which ones they were, so it was impossible to pick them out and take them away.

Jiu Yuanzi was looking for books related to spells.

From the moment she entered this dojo, knowing that this was the gold list, she wanted to find an opportunity to come to the library.

Wenqu Xingjun's Jinbang Dojo is the place where he reads to his disciples. If he can't learn it, he can't be released. It is the best learning environment for people who are not self-disciplined.

Here, there are definitely higher-level spells.

The library is not too big. It is not a big school with tens of thousands of students, but there are many books.

Jiu Yuanzi quickly scanned a book list, and even pulled out some to look through it. After confirming that the title and content of the book were not different, he concentrated on searching for the title.

Finally, she came to the last row and saw a shelf of notes.

Zitong's study notes.

Jiu Yuanzi took out his notebook and turned a page: Watching the stars last night, he felt uneasy. Looking back, this feeling has never been seen in a thousand years.

Suddenly have a feeling, longevity, intentional?

"..." Jiu Yuanzi raised his head and took away all the notes on the shelf.

There is no spell book, brother Wenqu Xingjun is indeed a cultural person, and cultural people just like non-technical books.

But it's not without gains.

Jiu Yuanzi picked up a copy at random, took "On the Law of Teachers" outside, and gave it to the administrator teacher, "The principal wants to rectify the teacher team, so let's study this book first."

The administrator teacher was very surprised. The principal was probably crazy and looking for trouble when he was idle.

She recorded the book and handed it to Jiu Yuanzi.

Jiu Yuanzi walked out of the library and looked up at the big school clock. She had only been out for more than 20 minutes, and she still had time to go to other places.

Where will the school put the spirit objects?
(End of this chapter)