He Fan could even see a ball of black things through the gap in the old man's head.

He struggled very hard, and used both hands together, and the gap gradually expanded, and black and green things appeared in He Fan's sight.

He Fan's belly was surging and he wanted to vomit.

The old man turned his head and looked at him, grinning, "Young man, help me, I will pry it open with both hands, if you lift it on it, I will definitely be able to open it!"

What are you so fucking...

When He Fan thought of the previous words, he felt creepy and his hair was standing up all over his body.

The old man asked him before, how did he die?

The boy was asking.

They are all dead?

He Fan looked around from the corner of his eyes, and the students were all trying hard to open a can of himself.

These people...

"Don't worry, take your time."

The woman in red said coldly and authentically, with a much gentler voice, but in He Fan's ears, she was extremely terrifying.

These people are dead, so how can those who teach them be living people?

The woman in red looked at He Fan and said lightly: "You are here for the first time. Learn more experience and can help each other."

Crack

A crisp sound came, and the old man next to him finally knocked his head open.

But just pried open, and the other side was connected, and the Tianling cover was raised, and a opened rice cooker was waiting for him to take a bowl of rice.

Can I... leave?

He Fan's heart was colder than the North Pole. His legs were shaking and he wanted to leave here, but the woman in red kept staring at him.

It seemed as if he could see his fear, the woman in red voice became a little gentler and said, "Don't be nervous, it's the first time they've been a ghost."

How many more times can this happen?

He Fan pulled the corner of his mouth and gave her a stiff smile.

My chest became hot again, and the old man beside me was oozing out a trace of gray-black air.

Is this discovery of me, and I want to kill me?

He Fan was shocked to find that the gray-black air flow penetrated into his body and entered the tattoo with green face and fangs.

Immediately afterwards, he felt warm inside his body, and his green face and fangs spit out the airflow and wandered around his body.

The stiff and cold body gradually improved.

The next moment, the rest of the students who were opening their bodies also had a trace of gray-black airflow that penetrated into his body, and was transformed into a warm airflow by the tattoo with green face and fangs.

"Young man, I've successfully opened the puddle. Why haven't you started yet?" The old man held his Tianlinggua and said kindly: "Do you need my help?"

"No, no, thank you." He Fan pulled the corners of his mouth and said dryly.

I'm so crazy that I'm just going to make a puff for myself!

"He is very nervous when he is here for the first time." The woman in red said lightly.

The old man suddenly realized, "I understand, he is newer than us."

Fresh……

Is this term suitable for this?

He Fan’s mentality is about to collapse. I’m here to study mathematics, physics and chemistry at Jiangcheng University, not to learn how to learn how to use it!

Zhang Wenwen, is this the school you contacted me?

The woman in red smiled slightly, and her morbid face made her look terrifying.

She took out a knife and a blackboard brick from under the lectern.

"It's as fresh as you, it's more appropriate to use tools."

The woman in red pondered, "This knife can be restored without any trace with no trace. For you, this brick is easier to choose one."

God cuts his head without any trace!

He Fan had the urge to scream wildly and run out.

But what can I do?

Obviously not!

No matter how fast he runs, he will never be able to run through a group of ghosts, and there is also a teacher-level person.

"Can you not choose?" He Fan felt his face stiff.

"Yes, it's just a little difficult for you to use your hands." said the woman in red.

He Fan looked back and forth between the two tools, took a deep breath, and said, "Then I will choose a brick."

The woman in red nodded, walked down the podium with the bricks, placed the bricks in front of him, and encouraged her: "Don't be afraid, it's all the first time. Once you close your eyes and pat them, you'll be done."

Haha...it's so light.

I closed my eyes and slapped it, and it was really over. I was fucking the game!

He picked up the brick tremblingly, and the old man next to him said, "Put harder and try to solve it in one go!"

He Fan laughed dryly and said, "Uncle, can you restore it first and let me see what the situation after the recovery of the puff is restored?"

"No problem." The old man picked up his celestial spirit cover and pressed it hard.

The gray-black air flowed, and the old man's wound quickly recovered and recovered as before. It was impossible to see at all. He had just been opened by himself.

The Tianling Cap was pressed, and the old man smiled and said, "How is it? Is it perfect?"

"Very perfect!" He Fan couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

The old man looked at him expectantly: "Now I see you."

Not only the old man, but the other classmates, the woman in red, all looked at He Fan expectantly, with encouragement.

They are very friendly to such a new ghost.

"Then I'm not polite." He Fan gritted his teeth.

"Start quickly, stop being too slow." The old man urged.

He really wanted to see the whole process of his deskmate opening.

He Fan gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and raised his bricks, and under the expectant gaze of the teachers and students, he went down...

"ah……"

A scream came out, and the old man's head exploded, split into pieces, green and black, sprinkled a desk.

"You drove the wrong one..."

The whole classroom suddenly became chaotic.

No one expected that He Fan would go down with a brick and score a second time for the old man.

A large stream of gray and black air penetrated into He Fan's body and was transformed into a warm air flow by the tattoo.

"What are you doing?"

The old man quickly pieced his head together and looked at him with anger: "What are you doing to smash me?"

"Old man, sorry." He Fan said apologetically: "I really can't do anything to myself!"

"Teacher, he cheated!" The students were all angry and complained to the woman in red.

He Fan hurriedly said, "Teacher, you said you should open a puff, but didn't you say you must open a puff for yourself, right?"

The woman in red was stunned for a moment and nodded.

She recalled carefully and she didn't explain it clearly just now.

"Then teacher, I have learned to open the pot, too." He Fan struck while the iron was hot and had to fool him quickly.

"Then you haven't learned how to recover yet." said a female classmate with long hair covering her face behind.

"It's my business to open a ladle, and recovery is someone else's business. Does it matter? It doesn't matter!" He Fan said seriously.

The woman in red became more and more shocked. This fresh student seemed to be very different from these students.

The other students were also silent. They felt that what He Fan said was very reasonable.

It was not him who was opened, so why did he learn to restore?

"Teacher, this is not fair!" the old man said angrily.

He was the one who was opened, and he was the one who was wronged!

The woman in red frowned and said, "He Fan, go to the back and stand."

"Okay, teacher." He Fan stood up quickly and walked backwards.

Unexpectedly, there is still a penalty station here.
Chapter completed!