Commander is not normal today

Doing nothing, just leaning on each other quietly, talking together for a while, and staying for a long time, sometimes from afternoon to dusk, sometimes from dusk to starry sky.

"It would be great if this kind of time could last forever." Bismarck said softly.

Being with Zhou Yang can make this woman who is serious on the surface but soft in heart feel at ease. Zhou Yang also likes to be with her.

No need for too many words, but the heart is close to each other.

"In two days, when I'm ready, I'll start class." Zhou Yang said.

"Are you going to start? Teach everyone how to control potential." Bismarck asked.

"Well, I originally planned to wait until the reconstruction was complete to start immediately, but after my strength has grown, it will take a few days to adapt."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, then do I want to come?"

"Let's all work together. The sooner your strength improves, the better. By the way, didn't you often teach expulsion and submarines before?"

Bismarck quickly waved his hand:

"That's different. I can only teach some basics. When you are in class, I just listen to it."

……

Two days later, in a large room on the first floor, Zhou Yang walked in with a blackboard in his arms.

"Lessons begin," he said.

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Chapter 32 Bin Bin, are you eavesdropping again?go take a break

In the sea area south of Donghuang, in the morning.

The warm sun was shining, and the clean room was filled with the unknown scent of wild flowers. After dozens of hours of darkness, Bin Jiang opened his eyes.

where is this place……

She covered her forehead, struggling to recall the last scene before she lost consciousness.

Taking a few gulps of air, Binjiang forced himself to calm down. The current situation is unknown and more observations are needed.

A room, not too big, but very tidy.The sun shines in from the window, sprinkled on the plain bed, and a small clock hangs on the wall.

His own cloak was hanging beside the chair, and the clothes on his body had also changed, and it still fit him well.

Binjiang jumped off the bed in silence, put on his shoes, and exercised his muscles and bones. The damage to the ship's suit had been repaired, and his mental state was fine.

Before losing consciousness, she seemed to hear a man's voice asking her name.

So, it was the man, the one who took himself away?

Binjiang made a simple judgment. According to the angle of sunlight and the temperature, he should still be in the South China Sea, and he did not come to any strange place.

As Donghuang's ship's wife, Binjiang naturally knows the waters around Donghuang very well. Since she didn't go far, it proves that the matter is not a big deal.

There is only one thing that makes this bold girl very upset.

With his own fighting power, he would capsize in the gutter.

Sure enough, the man who disturbed her mind had to find him to collect the debt, and at worst, she would use Yanquan to him... no, it should be punched him.

As for him saving himself and taking care of him again, these are two different things.

In short, this girl's mind is very simple, and she has a kind of quack atmosphere. Things should be discussed separately, and there is nothing wrong with mixing them together.

So Binjiang calmed down, put the cloak on his shoulders, and went out the door.

It was a small two-story building, but there were no traces of people in the corridor. Walking along the riverside, I also took a look at the open gates.

The decoration... is very girly, like the rooms of the girls in Changchun Taiyuan.

What the hell is this place, a human with a group of women?

It wasn't until Binjiang walked downstairs that the black and red cross emblem on the corridor suddenly reminded her.

This is the mark of the Predator Girls.

So it should be, a human and a group of iron-blooded ship girls?

Things are getting more and more chaotic, Binjiang thought.

She walked all the way and found no one, until she heard a female voice of "stand up", "hello, teacher" and "sit down" from the room in front of her.

Without disturbing them, Binjiang stood on tiptoe, quietly touched behind the door, and listened carefully with his ears sideways.

"It's okay, you don't need to do this in the future, what kind of teacher is it, there is no need..."

Sure enough, it was the man's voice, and the iron-blooded girls called him a teacher?

"Zhou Yang, aren't you from Donghuang? As far as I know, all the schools in Donghuang have classes like this." Another cold female voice seemed to carry the icy wind from the extreme north.

"You're thinking too much, Tirpitz. Please sit down."

"Ok."

Binjiang clicked his tongue and tilted his head against the door panel of the back door. The other party spoke in German, but Zhou Yang's name was Donghuang.

Tirpitz also knew that Iron Blood's former battleship had been nestled in the north almost all her life, not to mention that she had no achievements, and was finally sunk miserably.

But anyway, Tirpitz is a real battleship. Compared with me, the prototype of the battleship is only in the imagination, it is much better.

……

"As a ship girl, I think the improvement of combat power comes from many aspects, such as ship equipment, equipment, experience, and—" Zhou Yang said.

He hung the blackboard on the wall, took out a piece of chalk, and wrote the word "potential" on the blackboard.

"As we all know, the ship girl has inherited the existence of the soul of the battleship, and although the power of the battleship has also been inherited, it has not been fully developed."

"What I want to talk about is how to fully grasp your own potential. This involves a lot of use of strength and knowledge. Therefore, before the official class, I want everyone to see a person."

While talking, Zhou Yang picked up a photo from the podium—actually he drew it himself, the level of detail is almost similar to the photo—and pasted it on the blackboard.

It was Tirpitz again. She sat on the seat below and raised her hand to show that she had something to say.

"Tirpitz?"

"Why are you showing us a picture of Einstein?"

"Sit down." Zhou Yang said.

He cleared his throat:

"Because of knowledge. Among the people I know, Einstein is the smartest one. In fact, I met him once a long time ago... His lectures left a deep impression on me."

"Jianniang is an ideal life, but an ideal life also has a logical chain behind it. With a small body and a huge power, if you are not careful, you will hurt yourself."

Tirpitz raised his hand again:

"It's like relativity (a bunch of formulas at the same time), and then (a bunch of formulas) ... let's remember that power and knowledge have to go hand in hand, right? I get it."

Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, raised his hand, and told Tirpitz to sit down:

"Uh, what I mean is, keep exploring the unknown and be enterprising, and at the same time respect knowledge. No, don't think too much."

Tirpitz was unusually embarrassed.

She pulled the brim of her hat and muttered:

"Then you have met him once, why, I thought you would make a fortune and tell us how to rub a nuclear bomb with your hands."

"...It was a big speech. I got in and joined the crowd to listen. As for the hand-rubbed nuclear bomb, I have a reserve of physics knowledge... Anyway, don't think too much."

Tirpitz looked at Zhou Yang showing the same embarrassment as himself, and thought contemptuously:

Oh, it turned out to be a scumbag.

Binjiang outside was almost dying of laughter right now.

These two people seem to be joking, returning nuclear bombs, and with the current level of human technology, building a cannon or a TV is thankful, how could they get involved in this aspect.

After a brief interlude, Zhou Yang also officially started his class, this time it was one-to-many, so he didn't let all the 30-plus ship girls call him master one by one.

Eugen was called by the master, but he was called to a bed.

This kind of thing must be put an end to, strictly put an end to.

After getting serious, Zhou Yang carefully divided the mastery potential into several subsections, and explained them to everyone one by one.

As he spoke, he wrote and drew on the blackboard. For a while, the class was filled with the sound of "rustling" copying notes.

As for Binjiang outside, he was just listening to a joke, but he didn't think about it, but the expression on his face became more and more shocked.

... Isn't this kind of skill for developing power only partly understood by Donghuang's ship girl?

Why does Zhou Yang, this strange human being, seem to know everything well?

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Author: In fact, my physical knowledge reserve is only at the elementary school level (guilt)

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The author and I are acquaintances, and the grades of this book are better than mine. Both the writing and the plot are online. Readers who like Bilanwen can go and have a look~

Chapter 33 This Hamamin is inferior

Zhou Yang wrote a beautiful and neat line of blackboard writing on the blackboard. Just as Tirpitz thought, his academic qualifications are actually not that high, not to mention university, he has never attended elementary school, and his other skills are full.

Whether it is German, English, or Chinese, Zhou Yang can write well.

"Have you finished copying the notes? I will erase them after copying. If you have any questions, you can ask them now."

"Ah, you slow down," said Z1:

"Don't go so fast, we can't keep up with you."

Blücher, who is always heartless and stupid at first glance, also chimed in:

"That's right, who can stand your speed, Zhou Yang."

Prince Eugen and Chang Dao were in a daze, playing around with their pens. Zhou Yang had already talked to them about these entry-level things.

As for these two people who fished openly and aboveboard, Zhou Yang had nothing to do with them.

Instead, Bismarck turned his head and looked at the two of them sternly:

"You two, don't be distracted."

"I know, I know~"

The classroom was full of the sound of flipping papers, and Zhou Yang's thoughts were all on the lecture. Suddenly, no one noticed that on the empty table at the end of the classroom, at some point, a figure with a bent body appeared. .

She was shocked outside, and then she was almost enthralled.

What Zhou Yang said was exactly complementary to the skills that Binjiang had mastered.

"So, the most important thing is 'balance'?"

Thinking silently in his heart, Binjiang had already quietly entered the classroom, while Zhou Yang was writing on the blackboard and the other girls were copying notes, he found an inconspicuous desk and sat down.

Bin Jiang frowned, twirling his hair, tugging at the hem of his clothes, and suddenly discovered a serious fact:

Damn, I want to copy notes too, but I don't have any paper or pen.

It doesn't matter, sister today I will go all out, the ancients said, threesomes must have my teacher, first find a way to write it down, if you steal a teacher or something, you can apologize later.

She stretched out her finger and poked the back of the girl in front of her. The girl turned around with a confused and puzzled expression on her face. In the next second, she raised her eyebrows and was about to scream.

"Hush!" Binjiang quickly signaled her to shut up, "Hi, I'm Binjiang, Donghuang's daughter-in-law, can you lend me a piece of paper and pen?"

Well, what a strange woman, but she doesn't look like a bad person?