"This idiom is very difficult..." While taking class, Xiaolan suddenly said to herself, wanting to test Qiu Shanjian's reaction.

But after Xiaolan finished speaking, she went to see Qiu Shanjian's reaction and found that the other party really had no reaction at all.

"Class Qiushan?Class Qiushan?" Xiaolan called out twice again, but Qiushanjian still did not respond and stared straight at the blackboard.

Xiaolan is very sure that she is not hated or that the other party is listening attentively, because the teacher now asks everyone to lower their heads to read the text.

Xiaolan had no choice but to use her pen to poke the hills and streams that were wandering outside the sky.

After three days of adjustment, although most aspects are similar to ordinary people, there are still some places that are still very special.

For example, the high activation of brain nerves leads to a high increase in the control ability of Qiu Shanjian on the brain, but when thinking, it is easy to choose to remove the calculation amount of the functional area responsible for other aspects.

It is easy to understand because the brain's self-protection function is weakened, Qiu Shanjian is now much easier to get distracted than normal people, and it is difficult to get back when he is distracted.

According to Ai Haibara's original words, "In fact, it is not a big problem that needs to be worried. When even the breathing center has handed in his calculation power, he wakes up after he is suffocating."

Of course, Qiu Shanjian didn't do anything that required the brain to think deeply. Although he couldn't hear the call for suicide, he was still awakened by Xiaolan's poke.

"The teacher called me?" Qiu Shanjian asked the first reaction.

"No, I just see you being distracted and want to remind you." Xiaolan replied.

"Oh..." Qiu Shanjian felt relieved: "Sorry... I just didn't mean anything to go to class, so I didn't consciously dismiss the number." To be honest.

"Class Qiu Shan... do you know all about Chinese?" Xiaolan asked.

Qiu Shanjian nodded.

"Can you explain to me the meaning of this idiom?" Xiaolan pointed to the words in the textbook and asked, "The teacher just jumped over it."

"Let me see... Taojiali is rarely used." Qiu Shanjian looked over and thought for a while before explaining: "This is an allusion-based idiom, which means the father educates his son, and it means more positively."

"Is it education? I thought it was cooking." Xiaolan stuck out her tongue cutely: "Because I saw the knife and carp, I thought it was related to a Chinese dish."

"That's a pity." Qiu Shanjian smiled: "This 'dao' is a nagging thing, and li, it should refer to Kong li."

"Kong Li, is it a human name?" Xiaolan asked afterwards.

"Yes, it's a person's name, Confucius' son." Qiu Shanjian briefly explained: "It's too hard to tell this allusion in detail."

"Oh..." Xiaolan nodded, knowing that it had nothing to do with the dishes, Xiaolan lost interest in the idioms that the teacher had clearly stated that they did not need to learn.

However, Xiaolan suddenly asked again: "Is this only used on father and son? Isn't the daughter okay?" Maybe she thought about whether she could use this word between herself and Uncle Maori.

"Well... it's hard to say." Qiu Shanjian was also stumped by this problem at once: "Because the prototype of the allusion is Confucius and his son, it is used to refer to father and son, but the images of Confucius and Kong Li are only retained on father and child, and it should be possible to use them on father and daughter."

In fact, in China's history of favoring boys over girls, the possibility of this word being used on fathers and daughters is indeed very low, but Qiu Shanjian did not say it.

"Oh... Speaking of which, Qiu Shan looks very similar to a person I know." Xiaolan changed the subject again.

"Oh?" Qiu Shanjian certainly knew who she was talking about. She came directly as a transfer student and didn't even disguise. The same span was ten years. The gap between the ages of seventeen and eighteen and twenty-eight is not as exaggerated as the ages of seventeen and eighteen. How can I not think about it when I look like myself?

"Do you think I look like someone I like?" Qiu Shanjian teased casually.

"Of course not!" Xiaolan immediately denied: "It's a... Speaking of which, Is it because of the transfer of classmate Qiu Shanshan to find relatives?" Xiaolan suddenly remembered whether Qiu Shanjian would come to find relatives like Yingyou in the temple, like Yingyou in the temple, who looked very much like him... is no longer a police officer.

"Looking for relatives? Of course not?" Qiu Shanjian smiled: "Is this a classic scene in a bloody TV series? I just came back from abroad with my parents' work."

"It turned out that I came back from abroad." Xiaolan was a little surprised. No wonder Qiu Shanjian didn't even have textbooks for the school before transferring.

As for the fact that he had originally wanted to remind Qiu Shanjian not to compete with Shankan Jinxin, he was accidentally forgotten, Xiaolan asked curiously: "Then is your foreign language very good? Which country did you live in before?"

"My father opened up overseas markets for the company, so our family has to go to a new country every one or two years. Over the years, I have mastered a lot of French, German, English and Russian." Qiu Shanjian's lies have long been so hard that he was running the train.

"Wow! Really?" Xiaolan asked in surprise.

As a result, this sentence was louder and attracted the attention of many people.

"What's wrong? Maori classmate?" The Chinese teacher's voice came over.

"I... that...I..." Xiaolan's face turned red, because she was not good at lying and hesitating and couldn't think of an excuse. Qiu Shanjian did not stand up to help her, as if she was an ordinary student, and she was sitting aside.

"Stay attentively and sit down." The Chinese teacher didn't have to figure it out, so he told Xiaolan to sit down.

After sitting down, the two of them learned to be honest, without saying a word, and listened attentively.

It's just that one is learning, one is pretending to study.

‘If there is any way to communicate without doing anything, you can communicate without saying or writing notes and texting messages and other methods that can be found. ‘Qiu Shanjian held his cheek and continued to think about it.

After all, it’s still very happy to have someone chat with him than just being idle.

‘Can you communicate your thoughts?’ Qiu Shanjian suddenly had a sudden thought. According to ATPX theory, his brain is very powerful now. Can he use brain waves or something to convey his ideas?

Qiu Shanjian, who was bored, used his imagination to express his "special abilities" in various ways, and tried to see if he could send his thoughts to the people around him with strong will.

Unfortunately, the fantasy elements of this world are not sufficient. At least Qiu Shanjian's plan was not successful. He did not send a message until the get out of class was over. He also made me dizzy. I don't know if it was caused by psychological effects or improper brain use.

It was also during class. Xiaolan, who calmed down, found that she had forgotten to remind Jinxin of Qiushanjianshanyan.

‘Then let’s talk about it after class. I hope no one will cause trouble for classmate Qiu Shan then.’ Xiaolan said this to herself in her heart.

The bell for the end of get out of class arrived as scheduled, and the teacher had no plans to delay the class. It seemed that the working staff, who was from 9 to 5, couldn't wait to leave after get off work, and didn't want to stay for a long time.

Before the classmate could be said, Xiaolan hurriedly rushed over and dragged away the garden.

"What are you doing, Yuanzi." Xiaolan broke free from Yuanzi after being dragged out of the classroom.

"Xiaolan! What are you doing? Just read a book with the newcomer. I'll say half of the class when I was in class?" Yuanzi asked madly, "Do you fall in love with that arrogant maniac?"

Although he kept encouraging Xiaolan to kick Shinichi Kudo, Yuanzi became panicked after she felt that Xiaolan seemed to have such a trend.

"Not as exaggerated as half a class!" Xiaolan said laughing and crying. Although she slowed down her speech because she lowered the volume, she only said for less than ten minutes: "And the arrogant and crazy... Qiu Shan is very awesome."

"What awesome thing? I deliberately didn't bring my textbooks when I went to school, and memorized the course in advance and then pretended. Even that guy Kudo couldn't do such a boring thing, right?" Sonoko said disdainfully.

"What!" Xiaolan was speechless: "Class Qiu Shan said he had returned from abroad, so there was no textbook available. He also speaks one, two, three, four... five languages! He also learns Chinese very well!" Xiaolan said after counting with his fingers.

"It's true or false, have you heard him say it?" Yuanzi questioned.

"No……"

"It must be a lie!" Yuanzi said with confidence: "Eighteen-year-olds know five languages? Even if they start learning them at birth, they will have to learn five languages ​​and their brains will be bald, right?"

"Suanzi..." Xiaolan looked at her good friend speechlessly. She knew her too well: "Even if your foreign language is poor, you can't speculate on others like this."

Yuanzi, who was told about the central story, blushed, but there was no need to hide it between her best friend: "Anyway, I don't believe it. The next section is English class, let's verify it?"

"How to verify?" Xiaolan instinctively refused, and she felt it was not good to suspect others.

Yuanzi thought for a while: "The English teacher said that this class should be in touch with speaking, so we must be divided into groups. As long as the group is larger than two people, we will snatch them and then say something else."

"Huh?" Xiaolan felt that this plan was a bit hasty, and what if two people were grouped?

Yuanzi waved her hand impatiently: "You act according to the situation! Hurry up, accompany me to the bathroom before class."

...

"Student Qiu Shan, let's be with me and Xiaolan."

In the third English class, the new English teacher after Teacher Judy really announced that three or four people would form a group to practice oral conversation. Xiaolan was pulled by Yuanzi to find Qiu Shanjian, who originally thought she would go to the English teacher to show her oral language without practice because she couldn't find her teammate.

"Stop it." Qiu Shanjian smiled. The fact that Kensuke was entangled by Yuanzi was still vivid in his mind. Yuanzi was a little scared in his eyes now.

"Class Qiushan!" Yuanzi said straight to the point: "Xiaolan told me that you know five languages. Can you show it to us?"

"How to show it?" Qiu Shanjian knew that Yuanzi wanted to know if he really knew five languages, so he threw the question of what he was saying to Yuanzi.

"Yes, um... there is one!" Yuanzi thought for a while and came to the conclusion: "Can you please say 'I love you' in various languages?"

"Yuanzi!" Xiaolan felt that this request was a bit sensitive, and she couldn't figure out what kind of brain circuit her best friend had. She thought she was planning something random prank: "Why are this kind of words?"

"There is no way, because I have deliberately checked in various languages ​​before; I love you, no matter how to say it, it is also the only foreign language I know." Yuanzi waved her hand.

"..." Xiaolan was speechless. This was indeed something Yuanzi could do.

Qiu Shanjian was also speechless, and the garden request was really strange.

"Well, start with English..."

"The way to pronounce it in Russian is..."

Qiu Shanjian recited the 'I love you' in every language: "The way to pronounce German is..."

"No!" After speaking German, Yuanzi suddenly said: "The German sentence I learned is not pronounced like this, it is obviously..."

"These two sentences are like the same relationship as 'I love you' and 'I like you'." Qiu Shanjian explained without panic: "After all, there are many similar meanings in language and feelings."

"The French who like to pursue romance have a lot of interpretations of this feeling, such as...,...|and..."

After hearing the familiar words, Yuanzi nodded and admitted that Qiu Shanjian should not have lie.

Then the discussion of this group also started to talk and laugh around these things.

"In foreign countries, there are actually differences between Mandarin and dialects, such as German..."

"The favorite accent of British gentlemen is... this way, and some people even deliberately learn such accent..."

“…the people there speak as if they are performing…”

Of course, it was mainly Qiu Shanjian who was talking about it, while Yuanzi and Xiaolan were only responsible for being amused.

Discussing things related to foreign languages ​​in foreign language classes, it sounds like there is no sense of incongruity on the surface.

But it seems that some people are not very satisfied with someone talking and laughing with two beautiful girls.

"Teacher! That group did not practice English, they were chatting!" Suddenly a boy raised his hand and reported to the teacher.

"Hmm?" The English teacher came over.

When practicing group exercises, some people who are not practicing oral language but chatting, especially because the foreign teacher class was much more lively. Of course, these English teachers knew it well that as long as they were not particularly loud, she would not care if they only spoke for a short time.

But if a classmate reports, he must be dealt with seriously.

"Are you chatting?" the teacher asked.

"Although I didn't hear what they said, it must be in English!" The boy who reported them said loudly, pointing at Qiu Shanjian: "And it was all said."

The teacher's eyes fell on Qiu Shanjian's face.
Chapter completed!