Star Dome Railway: Hand-made strange objects forcibly marry Black Tower

There was silence inside and outside the classroom. Whether it was Class C, where Lu Huai was, or Class A, who came to pick fights and watch the show, they all fell into silence.

Were they just dazzled? The ace of the boxing club was poked away by Lu Huai with a finger?

This is either an illusion or... it must be an illusion!

Are you kidding me?

And just when everyone was shocked, suddenly, there was a burst of rapid footsteps, accompanied by anxious shouts.

"Stop it! Professor Kuwait, this way!"

I saw Dorothy hurried over from the other end of the corridor, and the middle-aged man following him was the instructor of Class A, Jeff Kuwait.

Of course people in Class A know Dorothy, the daughter of Dean Ludwig, a genius who received a master's degree from Oaks Ford at the age of 18.

Therefore, when Dorothy arrived, the Class A students blocking the door quickly made way.

Dorothy also heard about the fact that people from Class A brought Miles from the boxing club to make trouble. In her understanding, whenever anything related to Miss Black Tower was touched, Lu Huai would definitely not Will give up and give up.

She quickly found the instructor of Class A to stop this matter. After all, she had heard about Miles, and he didn't hold back at all when he started a fight, whether inside or outside the school!

"Lu Huai, are you okay..."

Hurrying into the classroom, Dorothy was about to ask, but the sight in front of her made her swallow the second half of her sentence back in her throat.

"Me? I'm fine, but do any of you have a crowbar?" Lu Huai pointed at Miles, who was still stuck in the wall and was unconscious, "Let's get him out first, we have to go to class later. .”

Dorothy was completely shocked. Why did Miles from the boxing club become like a performance art now?

Why did she bring the Kuwaiti professor here in such a hurry?

He was originally worried that his student's trouble would bring him a bad reputation, but now, when Kuwait saw that Lu Huai was intact and Miles was framed in the wall like the photo, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"What's going on? Why did the fight start?" Kuwait's face darkened, and he looked around with a frown.

"Where is your instructor from Class C? Black Tower, where is she?"

Seeing Kuwait's attitude, Doros's face changed slightly: "Professor Kuwait, it was you, Class A, who brought people here to block the door. Isn't it inappropriate for you to do this?"

"Sorry, Miss Dorothy, I only saw people in Class C using violence." Kuwait said with a serious face, and then looked at everyone in Class C headed by Lu Huai again, "Where is your mentor? Did it happen? After such a thing, does she still want to hide?"

Lu Huai looked at Kuwait indifferently, and just when he was about to speak...

"Go away."

The cold voice was mixed with impatience, and everyone blocking the door subconsciously made way for them.

And Heita, who was standing on the outside of the crowd, walked in expressionlessly. As he passed by Kuwait, his eyes swept across his face.

Facing that childish face, Kuwait was shocked and took half a step back. When he reacted, a sense of shame suddenly surged into his heart.

Was he actually scared off by a little girl?

"Miss Heita, maybe you should explain this matter." Kuwait glanced at Miles next to him, "What exactly did your student do?"

Heita glanced at it casually, and then asked: "Is he dead?"

"No, I'm living well." Lu Huai shrugged, "My strength is very good."

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Heita snorted, looked across the people in Class A outside the door, and said coldly.

"Those who are looking for trouble deserve to die."

Heita's speech made everyone in Class A speechless. They looked at each other and couldn't believe that such words would actually come from the mouth of a teacher.

"She...she doesn't deserve to be a teacher at all!" Suddenly, someone in the crowd outside the door shouted angrily, "She never cares whether others understand or not in class. She only shows off her knowledge. What kind of teacher is she?" !”

"Yes! Until the last exam, I had never heard her ask questions in class. He doesn't care about his students at all, and he doesn't even know who they are!" Someone shouted in agreement.

"Can you name them?"

The voices came and went, all of which were angry. Lu Huai glanced at them, and they were all people who had failed in the Black Tower class before.

"Miss Heita, I'm sorry." Kuwait seemed to shake his head with regret, "My students may have said something a bit extreme. If this is not the case, you can also deny it, but... the people you have taught, Their results cannot be faked.”

"And, after becoming a tutor, your enthusiasm for science seems to have been lost? You originally wrote three papers in one month, but so far, you still have not produced any results."

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Kuwait seemed to be thinking about it before he spoke again.

"So I have some doubts. Were your previous achievements really accomplished independently?"

As soon as these words came out, behind Heita and Lu Huai, everyone in Class C became horrified.

Such questioning is simply a shame and a great humiliation for a scholar!

Lu Huai looked at Kuwait with a hint of chill in his eyes and was about to step forward.

"Mr. Kuwait has been studying Brownian motion recently." Heita glanced at the documents Kuwait held in his arms.

"Of course, and there will be results soon." Mentioning this, Kuwait unconsciously raised a confident smile.

Black Tower sneered, and then said: "Erwin Schrödinger, and Phelps Furman."

Suddenly, the two people in Class C trembled when their names were called.

Is Mr. Heita calling their names?

"Go to the trash can in the back and pick up what I threw away yesterday."

Heita's voice was very dull. However, Schrödinger and Furman rushed to the back of the classroom and directly carried the entire trash can as if they had been injected with blood.

"Teacher! This!"

Taking out a stack of manuscript paper from the trash can, Schrödinger handed it to Heita with excitement on his face.

Heita reached out and took it, turning over the manuscript pages page by page, and all the papers he turned over were randomly discarded on the ground.

The people standing on the side looked at the dense text and calculation and deduction process on the paper, and they were suddenly shocked.

This...isn't this a paper?

It was thrown directly into the trash can, what a waste!

After flipping through it for a long time, Heita finally took out a page. Then with a flick of his fingertips, the piece of manuscript paper seemed to be alive, flying towards Kuwait.

Subconsciously catching the manuscript paper, Kuwait looked at Heita with a gloomy expression: "What is this?"

"It's just rubbish thrown away by me." Heita said calmly.

Kuwait's breath was stagnant, and he looked down at the contents on the manuscript paper.

However, after just two glances, his eyes widened instantly.

"This...this is..."

"So this is what this place is like, ah, this is..."

"I see, the diffusion equation..."

Looking at Kuwait who seemed to be in a daze, a student from Class A approached cautiously: "Teacher, are you okay?"

"Why is it gone?"

Suddenly, Kuwait screamed, as if he saw some treasure abandoned.

After coming back to his senses, Kuwait looked at Heita, who was standing in front of him with an indifferent expression. He quickly stepped forward and bent down: "Heita, Miss Heita, no, Ms. Heita, this... the statistical theory of Brownian motion, this article What about the second half of the paper?”

"No more." Heita said casually.

"No more? No, how could it be no more?" Kuwait said with an expression of disbelief, "This is Brownian motion, and it proves that it can..."

"It's so boring. I have no interest in such a simple thing. Why don't you prove it? Just go and have fun by yourself." Heita said disdainfully.

"But this is..."

Kuwait wanted to step forward, but when he was still two meters away from the black tower, his shoulders were held down.

"Keep your distance, old man." Lu Huai stood in front of Kuwait and said with a smile.

Looking at Kuwait in front of him, Heita turned his head, as if he didn't even bother to look at him anymore.

"Keep studying your childish things. I really don't know where you got the courage and qualifications to talk to me like that."

"You can't even build a mathematical model to prove Brownian motion."

Kuwait's face turned blue and white, and he was almost angry, but he wanted to get angry but couldn't.

After all, half of Heita's thesis was still in his hands reluctantly.

"As for you." Heita's gaze once again passed over the students in Class A.

"I will naturally remember my students. Who are you? Why should I remember you?"

"Because the grades have slipped away from me. I don't care. Whether you like to hear it or not has nothing to do with me. But I tell you, my students will all get A's in the next exam. Do you understand?"

Everyone was silent, and Heita snorted coldly.

"Get out of here if you understand!"

……

A farce ended hastily like this. The only troublesome thing was that Lu Huai had a really hard time digging Miles out of the wall.

"You actually remembered their names?" Lu Huai looked at Black Tower in surprise.

Heita raised his head and glanced at Lu Huai. A teasing smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and then he took out a note from his jacket pocket.

Looking at the note held by Heita at his fingertips, Lu Huai felt that it looked familiar, so he took it and took a look.

Lu Huai: "..."

The names of the twelve students in the class were neatly written on it, but...

This is Lu Huai's thing. Thinking that the Black Tower doesn't remember people, he is answering questions in class now, so he has to remember names, right?

When did it run into her hands?

Lu Huai took another look at the note. There was no change except for the last name.

Dorothy Plec, was given a cross and a face with her tongue hanging out.

Lu Huai was a little dumbfounded.

"How about it? I can solve this kind of problem myself." Heita put his hands on his hips and looked up at Lu Huai, with a arrogant expression on his young face.

Looking at Heita, Lu Huai couldn't help but smile. He bent down and reached out to touch Heita's head.

"Yeah, yeah, it's really awesome."

Touching and touching, Heita's originally straight body with his hands on his hips suddenly shrank subconsciously and slowly, and then he immediately stretched out his hand to push Lu Huai's arm away.

"Classmate Lu! Class is here! Go back to your seat!"