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Basically, all the students sat on the floor directly, and I could only sit on the ground like they did.

The rare teacher of liberal arts is actually a female teacher, and when I came up, I issued a small book for everyone.

When I sent it to my hand, I was stunned. There were only about a dozen thin pages of parchment.

I said to the two dogs beside me: "This is our one-semester textbook?"

"No, this is something we have to learn every day before we turn 20." Ergou said.

"How many pages are there? I still need to learn every day before I'm twenty?" I said helplessly and looked at it.

The female teacher on the stage said slowly: "There are still many students who cannot understand the concept of grudge, today we continue to interpret the third paragraph of the second page. What is Dantian."

Ergou pressed his hand on my flipped book at this time and said, "What are you doing, iron egg? There are only a dozen books in the whole martial arts hall. They are all written by masters. It's rotten. "

"What are you excited about? I've almost finished reading such a simple thing." I pushed Ergou's hand away and said.

"Don't blow it, have you finished?" Ergou said.

I turned to the last page and read two more times and looked at the dog's egg and said: "This is only a dozen pages, how long do you think I need."

Ergou stood up in disbelief and said to the teacher: "Iron Egg said he would recite the whole book."

All the students looked at me, followed by a deafening laugh.

There was no other voice besides mocking in the ear.

The female teacher shouted to make everyone quiet.

But it seems to have no effect at all.

I held up my right hand and operated according to the superficial knowledge in the book.

A turquoise gas popped into my hand.

Everyone stopped mocking.

"Greater than the teacher showed."

"Is this grudge?"

"Oh my god."

I didn't know how to release it at all, but I ran out of the classroom holding a green gas bomb.

He found an empty place and threw it out, and then the sound was loud.

I was surprised to see what I threw out.

. . .

A year later, downtown Mobei.

The world's first martial arts conference.

"Iron egg, are you ready?" The strong man said with a hammer on my shoulder.

"Sprinkle water." I got up and stood up thinking about the ring and walked.

In front of him was a knight with a huge sword on his back.

"The game begins." The referee shouted.

With my hands forward, dozens of green missiles ejected.

Straight away, Jianhao threw down the giant sword and ran to the stage.

After rubbing my hands, I walked off the ring.

Now I am a master in the martial arts hall, and I wrote the textbooks.

"Iron Egg, this is about to be the final. I heard that it is also a generation of grudge masters, and the gods are spreading outside." The teacher said.

I got up and went to the ring.

The old man in front of the Xianfeng Roadbone rubbed two white round grudges on his hands and looked at me and said, "Boy, it's not me who said you. The old man practiced fifty years of grudge, and this grudge operation volatility freely. You fight, but you have some talent. So if you give me a bow to this defeat, then I will accept you as an apprentice. What about you? "

I shook my head helplessly and said, "Old man, do you know the shape of the strongest grudge?"

"Joke, vindictiveness is a mixture of elements. Can there be other shapes besides a circle? It's ridiculous." The old man laughed.

I waved my hand, and the splay of the triangle was out of hand.

Two milky white balloons hit the old man and burst open.

The old man flew out of the field.

"The world's first martial arts champion, Li Tiedan." The host shouted.

The audience cheered.

I stepped down with satisfaction, picked up Xiaomei and shouted: "Your dad said, I did it. I am qualified to marry you, right?"

Xiaomei nodded her head with a smile.

Three days later, the cave house candles.

I said to Xiaomei: "Xiaomei, I may not be a person in this world."

Xiaomei said doubtfully: "What do you want to say?"

"The world I live in is not like this, there is no martial arts. The people there are learning, and only learning can have a future. It is completely different from here, you listen to me slowly." I have said all your things before .

Anyone who enters college can become a girlfriend with Xiaomei.

Xiaomei was stunned after listening to it, and then said lightly: "Iron egg, do you remember what happened when you were a kid?"

I shook my head.

Xiaomei said lightly: "Before your parents died, I especially liked to hear Mr. Shu talking in the village."

"Is this happening?" I said puzzled.

"Mr. Storyteller, you like the story he told the most. At that time, you told me every day, and you changed the way to tell the follow-up of that story. What is similar to the college entrance examination of the contest, you can have the ability to study." Said.

"What?" I said puzzled again.

"Mr. Storyteller ’s story is about a child who fell from a tree and was unconscious for three days and three nights. After waking up, he said that he had been to a place where there was a tall house with iron cows all around. Those Cows can run without eating grass, and people are rushing inside. Everyone there wears strange cloth clothes, they will not fight without martial arts. "Xiao Mei said.

I was stunned.

"When your parents died, you cried for three days and three nights. After waking up and crying, you started talking nonsense, thinking about these weird things. For example, a world where you can have a future by studying, you and me I have said these things. In order not to be angry with you, it is up to you. "Xiaomei said.

"If the explanation you said is correct, then why can I read books so fast? Why can I read tough books at a glance, these are the things I want to learn every day in which world." I said.

"So do you remember your mom and dad in that world? What about this world? You just can't stand it and forget it for the time being, and your reading is related to what you think is useful for reading. So what do you think is true? Is it your world now, or what you call the university that can have a good life. "Xiaomei said.

"But the world where Xiaomei can become a girlfriend after entering college ..." I dragged my head in contemplation.

"Now I am your wife, why do you still think about the world that does not exist?" Xiao Mei said.

"You mean those are all what I want? Those are all fake?" I said.

"If you can't believe it, you can think about how your parents died." Xiao Mei said.

I began to think about what is true and what is false. There is no clue in my mind about my parents.

Xiaomei or Xiaomei, learning becomes martial arts.

And others.

There is only a small house and textbooks and contents that have long been forgotten in that world.

But the world is alive in its own eyes, the world has its own teachers.

Living classmates, living beauty.

So what is true and false?

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