Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 1051 Lecture topic will be crazy
Nian Shutong's free fall is like an endless dream, falling infinitely.

Half an hour later, just when she thought it was over, she felt a strong push on her back, and it was over.

"That's it? It's nothing—ah——"

Nian Shutong waved his hands desperately in the air, trying to grab something, but there was nothing, and he caught a loneliness.

At this time, she was spinning, lying on the ground, spinning around.It's not just a normal rotation, it's a kind of space-distorting rotation in sci-fi movies.

Totally directionless, dizzy.

Now Nian Shutong feels sick, wants to vomit, and stares in his eyes.

"I, I, I was wrong!"

Nian Shutong screamed, but no one paid attention, and the dizziness continued for an hour in total.

When she finally stopped, Nian Shutong's face was as pale as paper, and she couldn't stand up. She crawled back to the side of the small blackboard.

He grabbed the foot of the small blackboard with one hand, dragged himself back with some strength, lay down on the ground, and looked at his "student".

"The teacher gave you a word, if you don't die, you won't die."

Nian Shutong was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, the strong nausea in her chest was constantly attacking her, her eyes could not focus, her eyes were weak and pale.

After about an hour, this feeling slowly subsided. Nian Shutong pulled the blackboard to stand up, smiled palely, and started class.

She will be a good teacher.

"Sixteen minus nine, six minus nine is not enough, so let's borrow one."

"Teacher, it doesn't lend me."

"It has to be borrowed."

"Why, we are not good friends, it doesn't want to borrow me."

"It's the rule, it has to be borrowed."

"Who made the rules?"

Nian Shutong only felt his temples twitch wildly, and he couldn't lose his temper. Who knows if there will be punishment.

But this little friend asked a question that made her want to end it on her own.

In the end, Nian Shutong drew twenty apples on the blackboard and began to explain with pictures.

"Understand?"

"Teacher, are apples sweet?"

Nian Shutong's eyes were dull, his cheeks were about to be crushed and he said, "Sweet!"

"Oh... I don't like sweet ones."

Nian Shutong's expression twitched, who cares whether you like it or not, she is giving a lecture.

Continue to be patient.

Nian Shutong replaced the apples with small cubes, which are no longer fruits, so there will be no question of whether they are sweet or not, right?
"Do you understand?"

"understood."

Nian Shutong was overjoyed, and immediately came up with an addition and subtraction method within [-], and asked the children to come forward to answer.

The first sentence the child came up with was: "Teacher, I can't draw squares."

Draw a square?
Nian Shutong twitched his temples again, forced himself to smile and said, "You don't need to draw squares every time you do a question."

"But the teacher drew it."

"You don't have to draw."

"Oh...then I won't."

"You won't? Why don't you say it earlier, go back and sit down, and I will tell you."

Nian Shutong was about to explode, but a small vortex appeared on the square ground in front of her, which made her shut up immediately.

Continuing to talk, Nian Shutong herself didn't know how long she had been talking, and she even felt that the child hadn't learned it, but because he had grown up.

When the student in front of him finally disappeared, Nian Shutong knelt on the ground, wanting to cry.

"What kind of hatred do you have with the teacher in the exam? Where did this student find it!"

"Is this really going to happen!"

Nian Shutong's question was still unanswered, because the next student appeared.

With the appearance of this student, the small blackboard also disappeared.

Unprepared for disappearing, Nian Shutong was a little dumbfounded, what is this for?
The place where the small blackboard used to be was replaced by a dance classroom, a mirror, and several railings.

Words began to appear on the mirror: Please help the students complete the rehearsal.

"Dance?"

Nian Shutong calmed down, dancing is better than teaching, she felt a little more relaxed, and watched the performance with the students, which was a very simple song.

Nian Shutong memorized it after reading it once. It's not difficult, there are many repetitive movements.

"Okay, do it with me."

The right hand is slanted upward, the left hand is slanted backward, the left toe is pushed forward, and the head is turned a little. This is the first movement.

The second is just the opposite and is symmetrical.

Two people, one high and one low, face the mirror and start.

Nian Shutong looked at the side through the mirror, and for a moment she couldn't make the second move. She turned around with difficulty and said, "You have to know the same as I do."

"I know, it's the same."

The students stared at Nian Shutong with innocent eyes, those eyes were full of love for dance.

Nian Shutong was at a loss for words, what should he say?

Because the student didn't do a single movement correctly, she seemed to be walking along the crutches, and couldn't tell the left from the right.

Nian Shutong, who had tears in his heart, complained endlessly.

She knew it couldn't be that simple.

In the following process, Nian Shutong felt that he was teaching a person with the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis to carry out rehabilitation training. The key is that the effect is not very good.

Every time, she was worried that the girl had sprained herself, but he was intact.

OK, anyway, the flexibility is very good.

A teaching without time, continue.

At this time, many people who entered the secret realm outside were looking for Nian Shutong.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find it.

"What should we do? Does she know our intentions?"

"will not."

After the two whispered, they continued to search.

30.00% of the people who came in today received a commission to kill Nian Shutong.

As for who entrusted it, they don't know, they only know that the reward is a lot.

In the secret realm, killing a person with low strength is not difficult for those who come in.

If so, why not do it?
But, what about Nian Shutong?

If Nian Shutong knew about this, she would 100% be willing to go out and be killed by them, and she would not be trapped there giving lectures.

In the dance class, Nian Shutong didn't know how much time she spent. In the end, she had already formed a reflex arc. Whenever the music played, her arms would follow.

This set of movements seemed to be fused into her flesh and blood, and she would never forget it.

After the dance class, the classroom disappeared again.

"and also?"

"It's going to kill me."

Nian Shutong had no strength left, so she sat on the ground, and a student who was a little taller than her appeared.

It's just that this student is a little bit pushy, looking at people with his nostrils, as if the function of the eyes is the kind of pull.

The small blackboard appeared again, and she wanted to help the student pass the exam.

"Cut! Garbage."

The student's provocative remarks and disdainful attitude made Nian Shutong suddenly refreshed.

"Hi, I'm your teacher, Nian Shutong. Let's start class first."

When Shutong started to give lectures, the boy slept on the table and put all the hats on his clothes on his head.

Rebellious students, great!

Nian Shutong didn't mind him sleeping at all, let's sleep, let's sleep, it's okay to punish him properly, right?

(End of this chapter)