Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 138
Because the entrance and exit space of the bridge room is limited, and Luo Binhan didn't want to be turned into a bald man by Jing Huang, so he had to reluctantly let go of the table legs halfway, and reluctantly followed Jing Huang into a completely strange room.

"Grass, is this your bedroom?"

Luo Binhan had never entered the private area of ​​other members of the Silence before, so he naturally imagined it as a small room similar to his own bedroom.But the scene in front of him was quite different from what he expected.

The whole space is only about half the volume of his room, the metal floor is covered with bamboo mats, there are two straw woven round seats similar to futons in the corner, and a low table that can only be used by people kneeling and sitting.In addition, you can't see any other furnishings, and it can be said that there is no breath of life.

This scene really gave Luo Binhan a lot of mental shock.He couldn't imagine how a little ancestor who depended on others to comb his hair survived in this kind of place.

"When traveling outside, live a simple life." Jing Huang said.

"Fart." Luo Binhan snorted and said, "Did you sleep on the floor when you lived in my house? The quilt and cashmere quilt are not covered, and the down quilt that I have put for many years will be picked out for you."

Jing Huang ignored him, and directly hooked the low table to the center of the room with his feet, and kicked the two grass seats to the two sides of the table.After everything was arranged, he took out a pen and paper from his sleeve and threw it to Luo Binhan.

"I'll dictate, and you take notes." He said blankly, "Only after writing an article will it be allowed to go out."

Luo Binhan grabbed the pen and paper thrown by the other party - the paper was an elementary school Chinese workbook, and the pen was a blue push-type ballpoint pen. No matter how you look at it, it looks like you bought it from the canteen downstairs in his house.He looked at these two things silently for a while, and then said to Jing Huang in grief and indignation: "Do you fucking know how long I haven't written by hand?"

"Practice and you will be proficient." Jing Huang said, "Let's start with "Lian Shange". The first sentence: The gen is inside and outside, and its image is continuous; the mountain comes out of the middle, and it is the first to achieve the Tao."

Luo Binhan wrote his name on the cover of the book without any hassle, and then turned the pen with his eyes open.

"Don't be lazy." Jing Huang kicked him from under the table, "Write! If you can't finish writing, you will be locked here until you die!"

"Writing fart! How the hell do I know which words you read?"

"Didn't I translate them all into your concepts?" Jing Huang said impatiently, "The "Lian Shan Ge" describes the enlightenment method of eight-phase biochemistry and magical deduction, with mountains as the first phase. You The evolution there is different, with the sky as the first aspect, and many changes have lost their original meaning, leaving only some frameworks. Since the concepts of the eight aspects are all there, what is there to understand? This is Xue Kuo It’s made up by a real person for the enlightenment of mortal children in Qingshandu, can’t you learn what five-year-old children know?”

Luo Binhan retorted without shame: "Don't do this with me. We have broken the feudal superstition long ago. I recited this thing for you when I was five years old? Wouldn't it be fun for me to play with jigsaw blocks?"

Jing Huang grabbed his hair and said, "You and this pen must be discarded today. You can do it yourself."

Luo Binhan had to start writing in pain.After graduating from university, he almost never wrote anything other than his signature. At most, he sent a few postcards to Zhou Yu and his mother, and in principle, it would never exceed [-] characters.After he had written six full pages, Jing Huang finally stopped and took a look at what he had written.

"What is this?" He asked, pointing at the paper.

"Pinyin." Luo Binhan replied calmly, "How did you write the word Xun?"

Jing Huang angrily grabbed the pen and changed all his pinyin notations into Chinese characters.The old god Luo Binhan was watching him swipe his pen: "Don't worry, change it slowly. The teachers who taught me praised me for being able to hone their patience."

He leisurely tugged at the thread of the bamboo mat under his body, and when Jing Huang finally threw the book back to him, he yawned and said, "This is the end, right? I'll go back and recite these things first? Please make it clear that I have been unable to recite ancient Chinese since elementary school. If you want me to recite such a large piece of unclear meaning, it will take three to five days at least, and it is not guaranteed to be a long-term memory. , why don’t we make a secret to make such a fuss? Wouldn’t it be over if you just come out with a few lines from the TV series you’ve watched?”

Since what Jing Huang watched were all Korean dramas and palace dramas, Luo Binhan was confident that he would never be able to answer correctly with the idea of ​​a dwarf star guest.Before leaving, he confirmed with Jing Huang: "Isn't this thing a unique inner skill? Don't you go mad by lying on my back?"

"...Would you be obsessed with memorizing the multiplication table?"

Jing Huang unceremoniously kicked him out and asked him to recite all the contents within two days.Luo Binhan thinks this is completely unreasonable, but he can only make do with it and walk back to the bridge room.At this time, the reading crowd had already returned to their rooms, only a skeleton was squatting quietly in the corner.

Luo Binhan glanced at it guiltily, a little uncertain about the other party's current state.He felt that Jing Huang should not deliberately refuse to arrange a room for it, but Momolo was not present at this time, and Luo Binhan did not dare to ask.

He bravely walked to the seat where Marin was sitting just now, and took away a few publications on the chair.Those books were obviously two or three less than when he brought them, and Luo Binhan probably took them without warning from some passengers.

That obviously violated the Silence's library management policy of only earning no loss, so Luo Binhan made a note of this in his mind, and then sat on the chair and flipped through his class notes.Those short four-character sentences were like a bible to him, but when he really tried to remember them, he found everything was very easy.He seems to have had a general impression during the process of writing just now, and when he revisited it for the second time, many sentences will naturally become coherent.

This performance far beyond his normal learning ability surprised and regretted Luo Binhan.He felt very sorry for his father, who was looking forward to the mutation point in his family's study gene every day, but at the same time, he decided to never tell this matter after he went back, so as not to bring himself the bad luck of being forced to take the postgraduate entrance examination.

As he fights for more fishing time, the shadow in the corner changes suspiciously.Luo Binhan pretended not to notice, and even deliberately read aloud, pretending to be contemplative.It wasn't until the opponent was almost behind him that he closed the exercise book as if he had just discovered it.

The skeleton floated nervously towards the corner again.Luo Binhan quickly raised his notebook and said, "Are you interested in this?"

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally Lan Que nodded subtly.It said hesitantly: "I heard he asked you to carry something... I'm just a little curious about your magic theory, there is absolutely no malice..."

"You can watch it if you want." Luo Binhan said.He guessed that since Jing Huang allowed him to write it down by hand, he wouldn't mind showing the multiplication table to the next class.

Lan Que stared at the notebook in his hand with fear and longing, so Luo Binhan said again: "You probably can't understand what I wrote. But anyway, I'm going to recite it now, and you can listen to it."

In the end, Lan Que sat down next to him and listened to Luo Binhan's endorsement without moving.This scene inevitably made Luo Binhan feel that he was calculating and complacent, until Lan Que took the initiative to take his exercise book half an hour later.

"I think I can already match what I heard with the text." It said holding the exercise book, "I can help you check whether the recitation is correct... But why are there two kinds of writing on this paper? One of them Is it written so ugly? Oh, there is your name on the cover of this book... Wait, why are there three characters here, but only two syllables in your name? This does not conform to the pronunciation rules of your language at all!"

Luo Binhan's expression suddenly became stiff.

(End of this chapter)