In a class, Ling Yun was completely immersed in his own world and talked about it. He didn't have a lesson plan, he just played it on the spot, and said whatever he thought of, but there would be a theme, and he would dig deep and diverge.

Some students understood it, and some were completely confused. They couldn't help but wonder about life. How did the children of other people's families fall into this state in the past?

It's finally time for the end of get out of class. For some students, it's because of their interest.

But for some students, it is tantamount to listening to the scriptures and living their days like years.

Ling Yun didn't finish class on time, he was talking about what he said, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and asked again in a daze, "Where am I?"

Everyone was helpless, "Mr. Ling, you are in the first class of life science, and we just finished class."

"Oh." He came empty-handed, and naturally walked empty-handed, striding forward, with wind in his sleeves, he suddenly opened a decorative door on the wall, and bumped into it so straight, everyone was hurt when they saw it. "Teacher Ling, the door is not over there, it's over here!"

"Oh!" He rubbed his painful forehead, his facial features were all squeezed together, and then he turned back in the direction they pointed.

Everyone deeply doubted how he got to their class when he came just now, how many times he got lost on the way, no wonder he was so late.

But even though he was late and the time was condensed, the content he taught in one class was really much more than that of Ji Qingming!

Just as Ling Yun walked halfway, he accidentally saw a piece of draft paper on the table, and he picked it up ecstatically, "Who... who wrote this?"

He has always been famous for his divergent thinking, but he didn't expect that this classmate had more content and depth than he thought. For a while, he was like a big cock with a strong desire to fight, and his blood boiled.

Everyone was even more speechless, didn't it mean that Teacher Ling came for Sheng Yang? He didn't even recognize Sheng Yang.

"It's me." Sheng Yang's cold voice sounded, and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Ling Yun looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "You are?"

"I'm Sheng Yang."

"Oh, it's you." He was even happier, "The Mensa club asked me to find a way to recruit you."

Jin Lv sitting in the back row: "..."

Didn't Academician Zhao make the Mensa Club so mysterious and terrifying, why are they all self-declared "natural fools"? Of course, he didn't complain about his master.

Sheng Yang looked at him and refused without hesitation, "I won't go."

"That's going to be difficult." He still has such a naive look with no offensive power, but his expression seems to be gradually changing, his eyes seem to suddenly become evil and domineering, let alone Sheng Yangjin Lü and the others, even the whole class felt it. They were all afraid of laughing at this teacher Ling just now, and there was always a strong feeling that anyone who offended him would surely die a miserable death.

Luo Mengmeng, who was sitting closest, couldn't help shivering wildly, her hands and feet were out of control, and she wanted to persuade Sheng Yang.

However... as soon as he inserted his fingers into the hair, he seemed to recover instantly, and smiled at her, "I'll just ask casually."

Other students: "..."

Do you look like you are asking casually, a domineering "those who follow me will live and those who oppose me will perish"!

After Ling Yun left, Jin Lu whispered to Sheng Yang, "It's impossible for them to give up so easily."

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