The principal of the college only arranged one class for me in the morning, so after I passed the students in the musical structure speech, Beatres and I had lunch openly. Although it was more than an hour before noon, if we refer to the college student's physical clock before crossing, I had probably just gotten up from bed.

I had almost forgotten what the first class of life said at this time. In short, it was a series of verbal and passionate speeches. Finally, it seemed that the students were advocating that they were cheating within the allowable range... Well, it didn't matter. Anyway, the most difficult hour in my teaching career was so difficult that I was mixed up with.

Which sandwich does Xu Mo like? He put the picnic basket he had brought for half a morning on the desk. Beatrice took out the sandwich, but in fact it was a rice ball and asked me: I made it all by myself. The fish stuffing on the left is made of fish and salad on the other side.

I can only express helplessness about this young girl who is also a college tutor but does not stay in the laboratory for research or preparation. I can understand that Beatres is worried about me, a novice tutor, but where are you playing when you hide outside the classroom for nothing? A student will be glared at once if the answer is wrong. After class, I even have to comfort several students who have inappropriate answers, and use their personality to guarantee that they will not turn into a corpse floating on the pond in the college the next day.

I just took a sandwich from Beatres... Then I would ask it to make rice balls. There is clearly a sandwich here in another world, but Beatres made three pieces of bread-filled food into rice balls. Before I put the food into my mouth, I didn't forget to ask more: Is there something weird inside?

Something weird?

For example, aphrodisiacs and the like. Beatrice has always been bad in character, and she doesn’t have the least effort to lie, especially with corresponding means and knowledge. If you don’t pay attention, you will immediately fall into her trap. According to the flower elf’s usual urination, as long as I get caught, the atmosphere on the scene will immediately extend to the direction of the Eighteen Forbidden.

That's right. I haven't opened my eyes for a while, and I forgot that my body has begun to assimilate with the laws of the world. The mere medicine has long been unable to affect me. In other words, when I face Beatris later, I finally have the power to protect myself.

After listening to my question, Beatrice shook her head and said seriously: Today is Xu Mo’s first day of class. Whether a new tutor can get the respect of students depends largely on the first meeting. Today I will help Xu Mo eliminate all the adverse factors that will affect your future prestige. Prepare food for you. I am afraid that Xu Mo will go to the cafeteria to eat and then accidentally eat her stomach.

I glanced at the rice ball in my hand with suspicion, and after hesitating for a moment, I decided not to put it in my mouth. I continued to chat with Beatre: Although I am very grateful for your kindness, Beatrese seems to be a new tutor in the college like me. Is there no problem following me like this?

No problem. Beatrice held the rice ball in both hands and chewed a few bites until she swallowed the food in her mouth completely before saying to me: Xu Mo is more important, and not only me, I also went to persuade Diana last night that she should be lurking nearby and secretly protecting your safety.

But it was just a class, so there was no need to be so exaggerated. I sighed helplessly, and then tentatively bit a small bite of rice ball. Considering that Beatres spoke highly of his mouth, he actually had the possibility of privately bluffing me, even though I knew that the general medicine could no longer pose a threat to me, I would subconsciously raise a warning after eating her food.

At the moment when the rice ball was in the mouth, an indescribable smell of salted fish instantly melted between my mouth. Not only was the taste of the rice ball not delicious, but it was even quite barely divided into the pharyngeal range.

After finally swallowing the special rice balls of Beatrix, I immediately made a dry retching action: Beatrix, the taste of your handmade food... is not very good.

Normally, because we pursue nutrition and food safety to the maximum extent, there will naturally be some omissions in the taste. Beatrice, who was sitting in the position, gnawing rice balls as usual, was not surprised that I would react like this: at first I felt that it was not used to it, but the nutrition in this sandwich was enough to support an adult orchid warrior fighting for three consecutive days without eating or drinking. Once I crushed it and sprinkled it on the medicinal field, and the yield of the acres immediately increased by nearly 50%...

Seeing Beatrice talking, the more I heard it, the more I felt that this thing was just a different world's golden cola. No wonder it tasted so badly. The pesticides sprinkled in the field were used to stuff their mouths without putting their fortunes on the spot. What else do I want to ask for?

It is not easy for you to make ordinary ingredients into pesticides to save African agriculture. I glanced at the rice ball in my hand with emotion, and finally I couldn't muster up the courage to finish it. In order to divert Beatris' attention, I reached out and touched the other person's head, and then threw the rice ball out of the window while she squinted her eyes.

The rice ball passed through the window with a perfect parabolic curve, and then a shrill cat moaned from outside. It was obvious that a cat was unlucky and was smashed by the rice ball I threw out.

It's really worthy of being Betrevet... murmur... so powerful... murmur... Gudong. Ignoring the wild cat outside, while stroking Betrevetous words, I also said unnutritious words, and I didn't forget to intersperse a few onomatopoeias chewing food. With Betrevet's shrewdness, if these meaningless words are missing in the words, she will have a high chance that she will see through the truth that I didn't eat the rice ball.

After roughly estimating my eating time, I stopped harassing my young girl after about two minutes. Although the latter's face suddenly showed an expression of unsatisfactory expression, I, who was used to Beatre Si's cute behavior, would certainly not be fooled. In order to avoid Beatre Si's rice balls again, I directly started a new topic: The morning class is done, but for the afternoon class... what is it?

Beatrice reminded: perform costume design.

I accepted Beatrice's prompt calmly, turned around and said: That's right, what do you think about the afternoon performance costume design?

Beatrice thought for a while, but she replied with no certainty: Introducing the orchestra dress and stage makeup?

Well, it just seems a bit too monotonous. The performance costume design is closed by multiple tutors, and each person is responsible for part of the course. It is different from the niche musical structure speech just now. This is an absolute big class, and the possibility of getting lost is not ordinary.

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Miscellaneous talk:

Thank you for the reward of the third Mo Yan poem.

Good morning, everyone, it's already Thursday before you know it.

The weather has started to get colder recently, making people feel so... I want to sleep...zzz
Chapter completed!