"But……"

Dong Qiao always felt that Lin Ling’s idea was a bit simple.

"Nothing, can the leftover woman hit someone after the rest of the body?"

Lin Ling asked retortly.

"Of course not."

Dong Qiao shook his head firmly.

"Can the leftover woman do evil things after making up for the rest of the body?"

Lin Ling continued to ask.

"Of course not."

Dong Qiao continued to shake his head firmly.

…………

The two of them asked and answered this question. After a few round trips, Lin Ling spread his hands and said in confusion: "So, what should I be careful about them?"

Lin Ling was not sure, so the other party could not use force to suppress her, so of course she forced her to stick it on.

Upon hearing this, Dong Qiao could only compromise.

If you continue with this topic, if you are heard by someone with a heart, you will probably be accused of slandering the gods.

"Okay, but remember, don't make the witch angry."

Dong Qiao said with a serious expression that the witch's status here is sacred and must not be shaken.

"Don't the witch live alone in the deep mountains and forests, and don't care about the world?"

Lin Ling felt that the witch here appeared too early and lacked a sense of mystery.

"But, we have no mountains here, only Que River."

Dong Qiao said that there is no such mysterious place here, so the witch usually lives near the school.

"Oh, okay."

Lin Ling felt that it was good to see the witch more, and she might be able to figure out Que He’s secret faster.

Once her sea of ​​consciousness can penetrate Quehe, she can immediately report her position to Xiao Yi and the others.

Whenever Lin Ling thought of Xiao Yi wearing a national shirt, he was chased by all the goddess girls with brooms and beaten to death.

Hehehehehehehehe~~

Oh,she    can't    wait!

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However, Lin Ling, who was thinking about how to do bad things, obviously overestimated her adaptability.

Looking at the thick books in front of him, Lin Ling retreated all the way to the wall in disbelief: "You have to recite all these?"

"It is not memorizing it, but silence it. If you can memorize it, you will silence it. Then, in order to reflect your deep understanding of these books, you not only need to write it in a stick of incense, but also require you to write it backwards and silence the other way around..."

A solemn female teacher will ask for a person to come one by one without missing a word.

Every time the female master said something, Lin Ling's heart became colder.

"When will this be silent?"

Lin Ling asked while praying that the fonts in the book can be invincible in the universe, and the best one with one word on one side.

"In principle, you have to be silent once a day, but you only come to school today, so it's enough to start tomorrow."

After the female master said that she had already made a favour with the law, she left straight away, leaving Lin Ling alone in the small room.

"No! I must fail this!"

Lin Ling, who was very irritated, habitually used to hammer the wall, but just after a hammer, she was in pain.

After that, Lin Ling, who was spinning, hit the beam several times due to unstable braking.

When Dong Qiao heard the sound and rushed over quickly, he saw Lin Ling rolling straight on the ground.

"Wangcai, what's wrong with you? Is the memory going to be restored?"

Dong Qiao couldn't help but worry.

"No, I think I'm going to lose my memory."

Lin Ling sobbed.

If she knew that the whole room was made with divine power, how could she use her head to hammer it?

Can't you be hardworking and build a house with cement and bricks honestly?

After getting out for a long time, Lin Ling, who finally recovered, began a second wave of crying before he could calm down.

"Jojo, I'm probably going to be dropped out of school."

Lin Ling said aggrievedly that she is a standard science student, and the only formulas she has memorized is probably the only one that has all kinds of formulas.

"But this has been made since the founding of this school. Moreover, these books are written with the will of God, so it is not difficult to recite it as long as you have God in your heart."

Dong Qiao encouraged Lin Ling not to give up so quickly.

"I don't want to endorse the book!"

Lin Ling continued to cry, but she just didn't like to recite the book dead.

Seeing Lin Ling so disagreeable, the goddesses who heard the sound came to join in the fun were standing at the door and pointed at her.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly separated neatly, and the witch with her own aura walked in like stars holding the moon.

"You can't help it."

The witch had known for a long time that the newcomers who had just arrived here would definitely not obey discipline, but she didn't expect that Lin Ling would not even read the book and just cried and made a fuss.

Haha, if she doesn't follow her today, would she really plan to hang herself?

"I can't recite it!"

Lin Ling said that this was too difficult for her.

"If you can't recite it, then copy it."

The witch was unshakable. She had seen too many of this tricks.

"If you copy it, you don't need to memorize it?"

Lin Ling's eyes lit up.

“Copy 100 times.”

The witch said lightly, without mentioning the word "reciting" this matter.

"How many days do you want to copy?"

"What do you think?"

"What should I do if I can't finish copying?"

"What do you think?"

"What if I can't copy it all after school?"

"Then leave it until the copy is finished."

"I'm alone?"

"There will be someone who will supervise you."

"Oh, that..."

"what else?"

"Where do I have no money to buy ink?"

“…”

"I don't have the money to buy paper teaching fees."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about these things, you just need to endorse them carefully."

"Oh, OK."

Seeing Lin Ling so well-behaved, the witch was a little confused, but she didn't plan to say anything else.

After so many years, she has never seen any kind of student, but she is just a little yellow-haired girl with a stinky breast. How could she not handle it?

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In this way, Lin Ling began her career in copying.

However, copying books is not as boring as she imagined - because there are always devout piety who do nothing to harass her.

"Did you write so slowly on purpose?"
To be continued...