Journey To The West: Cultural Invasion Beginning With Comics

The master turned his head to continue the lecture, and the students below were even more lethargic.

At this moment, Cheng Chumo suddenly felt the vibration from his body, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly touched his pocket.

Not only him, all the students in the classroom at this moment took out their mobile phones in unison, clipped them under their textbooks, and peeked.

"Because the number of members has reached 500, the forum function has now been opened, and our members can exchange ideas with each other on the forum!"

When I turned on my phone, I saw this message.

forum?

Everyone was stunned.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

Cheng Lumo looked at the two extra icons on the phone.

One is the solution forum, and the other is the solution comics.

When I opened the Jieyou comic, it was empty and there was nothing in it.

Cheng Chumo looked at another worry-relief forum.

When it opened at one point, a user agreement appeared in front of him, all of which were composed of various dense clauses, which were as long as seven or eight pages.

"The ownership and operation rights of Jieyou Forum belong to Jieyou Bookstore..."

"Users should read this agreement carefully before registering for this forum, and agree to abide by the rules and constraints of this agreement..."

...

Cheng Chumo couldn't take it any longer after reading two, so he pulled it to the bottom and chose to agree.

After that, what awaits him is a lengthy novice tutorial.

After patiently walking through this set of tutorials, Cheng Chumo was finally able to enter the forum interface.

At the moment, there are only two or three posts on the forum.

"Huh? Could it be that you can see me?" Posted by: Du He.

"Who knows what this is?" Posted by: Changsun Chong.

"Forum? It looks interesting!" Posted by: Li Chongyi.

...

Cheng Chumo was very novel. Thanks to the detailed tutorial before, he immediately learned to type, clicked on the first post, and replied, "Are you Du He?"

"Old Cheng?" Reply to: Du He.

"Wow, I can actually see it!" Replyer: Changsun Chong.

"God!" The reply: Qin Huaiyu.

...

There are a few more responses below.

Cheng Lumo's eyes lit up, how could he communicate with others through the forum?

After all, he was born in the general door, and immediately realized that if this function was used in combat, how much impact it would have on the battle situation!

But at this moment, he obviously didn't have time to think about it that much, because a new post soon popped up at the top of the forum.

"Welcome to the Worry-Relief Forum, where you can speak freely and discuss your reading experience. By the way, open the settings option in the lower right corner, and you can set your avatar and screen name."

Among the many non-nutritious post titles, such a formal post suddenly appeared, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The ID of the post is 'Little Confused Immortal', and the avatar is a panoramic photo of Jieyou Bookstore.

Seeing this ID and avatar, Cheng Chumo immediately guessed the person's identity.

"Little confused fairy, are you the shopkeeper?" Replyer: Cheng Chumo.

"It's me." Reply person: Little confused fairy.

"The shopkeeper, you are amazing!" Replyer: Du He.

"It turns out that the function of the mobile phone is so powerful!" Replyer: Qin Huaiyu.

"Wow, this class won't be boring anymore!" Replyer: Yuchi Baolin.

...

The following responses began to appear one after another.

Most of them are praising the appearance of the forum and expressing their admiration for the shopkeeper.

up to the twentieth floor.

"Cheng Chumo, Qin Huaiyu, Du He, you three melon skins!" Reply to: User 0597.

"Wait for Lao'zi! Dare to fight Lao'zi, wait for Lao'zi to recover and kill you!" Reply to: User 0597.

"???" Reply to: Du He.

"???" Reply to: Qin Huaiyu.

"???" Reply to: Cheng Chumo.

"What happened, there seems to be a lot of fun to watch!" Replyer: Li Huairen.

"Bubbling..." Reply to: The third daughter of the East Sea family.

"Fight, fight!" Responder: Yuchi Baolin.

...

The three of Cheng Chumo were all confused, and they clicked on the avatars on the 20th floor to see, but no names were displayed.

At this moment, the post floor has reached more than 40 floors in an instant.

"User 0597, who are you? You hide your head and show your tail, do you dare to reveal your real name?" Reply person: Du He.

"Du He, you scumbag! What dare you, Lao'zi Fang's love!" Reply to: User 0597.

"Ha ha ha, who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be a spoiler dog!" Replyer: Cheng Chumo.

"Spoiler dog, is your injury healed?" Replyer: Qin Huaiyu.

"Spoiler dog!" Reply to: Du He.

"Du He thief, you *!" Reply to: User 0597.

"I*, Fang Yi loves you, a broken skin melon!" Replyer: Du He.

"@#%￥..." Reply to: User 0597.

...

The two of them quarreled directly.

Sentences of swearing from the Tang Dynasty began to appear in the post.

The talents of the two sides in this area are simply unparalleled, and the typing speed is so fast that other people can't talk at all.

Ding, user 0597 was banned by the moderator Xiaomufuxian for one day.

Ding, user Du He was banned by the moderator Xiaomufuxian for one day.

Little Confused Immortal: "Please do not post bad information in the forum, otherwise you will be banned, and the serious ones will be permanently banned. Please cherish your forum account!"

"I go!"

Cheng Chumo looked rejoicing, he was also very angry just now, and he was about to type a g** at his hand, but fortunately his hands were slow.

Others are overjoyed to watch the fun.

This forum is so fucking interesting!

In the lecture hall, the master looked at the group of students below, and they were all seriously looking down at the book. Not only did no one take a nap, even the little fool Yuchi, who had just dozed off just now, woke up, and sat upright in his seat, with his head buried in his studies. appearance.

The Master suddenly showed a relieved smile. It seemed that what he said just now was not in vain. These students finally understood his good intentions.

The master stroked his beard, nodded with satisfaction, and preached more vigorously. *