My Classmate is 200 Million Years Old

Xuan Mo recuperated as per usual at night while combining the information in her head to design a suitable weapon for herself .

She evidently didn’t have her previous weapon anymore, but her mental power was already robust enough to materialise items . When she recalled what weapon she was familiar with, she realised that as long as it’s a weapon that originated from Earth… it was a weapon she didn’t know how to use .

If it were you, would you be willing to learn how to use the bow and arrow in the museum? Or would you go to figure out how to use a lance?

Of course not . Z L T

It was foreign to the extent that Xuan Mo had no idea what they were for when she saw them .

She was definitely unable to get her hands on any firearms, so it’s down these strange cold weapons . Though she was able to at least tell which side was the one that could deal damage, but to Xuan Mo, they were as good as useless .

She sighed silently . She should just stick with using the more primal of weapons–blades–for now then . And then maybe, occasionally, use her fists .

Suddenly, a faint cracking sounded . Xuan Mo was distinctly aware that it was only four thirty in the morning, so she didn’t understand why Li Fang sleeping diagonally across her liked being the first to get up, and she got up earlier and earlier each time .

Li Fang softly got off her bed and sat herself down before the desk, then switched on her light .

Tightly after, was the sounding of flipping pages .

Xuan Mo sighed; she was completely unable to comprehend her actions .

Qi Shuang sleeping across her too began turning around on her bed increasingly .

Poor child, just get up to study if you want to, what are you puzzling and unsettled over at four in the morning for?

Li Fang continued flipping her textbooks all the way till five fifty-five before returning to bed and continuing sleeping . She only woke up again at seven when the school alarm rang .

The light of dawn filtered in through the windows .

Xuan Mo bathed in the buzz of vitality increasing with the continuation of the school alarm, suddenly feeling like smiling .

Rather than floating around mindlessly not knowing what to do, it’s actually… not too bad mimicking what the beings from the Blue Planet do every day and try out how life would be like without war .

When she entered the classroom in the morning, the it was very noisy; everyone was submitting their homework . People who had no problem finishing their work, in other words Han Tao and Yi Hai Lan’s friends, were surrounded by a huge crowd of people who were asking how to solve the questions they didn’t know how to do .

Fang Zhi used the blackboard instead of the textbook in his first lesson yesterday to teach a compound question . He was very detailed, but the formula involved concepts pertaining to prior junior high syllabus and the previous few chapters from the senior high syllabus . The question also involved complicated steps, hence a lot of students were confused with the question .

This was a classic Fang Zhi-styled introduction to this year’s syllabus .

The reason Yi Hai Lan got the answer right when he went up to do the question on the board was because of his luck and the fact that he copied and pasted the written formula on the example . After class ended, Fang Zhi gave four more similar questions . After the students brought it back to think on it, they were dumbfounded . The only thing that was similar about these questions to the first question was the fact that they looked the same, other than that, the difficulty was on a whole new level . Hence, the majority of the students were unable to derive any answer despite have thought about it for the large majority of the night .

The next morning, everyone came to class asking around before discovering that only some people knew how to solve the question . And so, they gathered around to ask for help, hence the “mini-consultation” sessions the few students who knew how it were giving .

In actuality though, the few who managed to figure it out were too a little confused and unsure .

The class was also newly formed so everyone was still not very familiar with each other so they didn’t dare to copy someone else’s work blatantly . Not only so, Fang Zhi usually only touched on important questions during class, so it was a must to understand how the formula worked . Therefore everyone gathered around to study and figure it out .

Therefore when Xuan Mo walked in, there weren’t a lot of people who noticed Xuan Mo walking in . Even if they did, the first thing that occurred to them was to do away with the idea of surrounding the area to ask about the question . Xuan Mo on the other hand owing to her geographical proximity stretched her hand at Yi Hai Lan: “Hand me your notebook . ”

The bunch of students froze . Yi Hai Lan asked with widened eyes: “Didn’t you know how to solve it?!”

“Enh . ” Xuan Mo admitted, but her hand was still stretched, “notebook . ”

Yi Hai Lan almost handed her his notebook under her imposing aura . However, there were many pairs of eyes staring at him so he could only clench his teeth: “Sis, there’s a lot of people here who’s waiting for my explanation with the steps . Just write anything for the questions, there’s only four of them . ”

Xuan Mo raised her brows: “It doesn’t matter if I didn’t have the steps?”

“As long as you know how to do it, it’s fine . ” Someone else asked Yi Hai Lan something . Lin Yue Yue and her friends rolled their eyes at Xuan Mo discreetly before pointing at the steps to ask Yi Hai Lan . There were many people around nodding and anticipating his reply .

Hence, Xuan Mo turned back, sat down swiftly and lied on the desk, unmoving .

After finally sending off the entire group of them, Yi Hai Lan saw Xuan Mo still on the desk unmoving . Previously if he were to reject her, she’d either be down enough to cry, turn away or immediately break into tears, but now…

He was starting to be unsure . When he’s trying to determine Xuan Mo’s feelings, he’s starting to use words like previously and now, but it seemed like her reactions from previously were no longer correct… if that was the case then he was completely at loss in the determination of her feelings .

He scratched his head . He was still a little worried, so he gingerly patted Xuan Mo’s shoulders .

Xuan Mo turned around, asking: “You’re done explaining?”

“Enh . ” Seeing how she didn’t seem to have cried, he figured he was probably catching up on her sleep . Yi Hai Lan sighed in relief, feeling a little dismayed at the same time, “are you okay? Do you still need my notebook?”

“No . ” Xuan Mo rejected swiftly . Before Yi Hai Lan had the time to be dismayed about her turning down his offer, she continued, “why’d I want something’s that’s wrong . ”

“What?”

“You did it wrongly . ” Z L T

“Which question?” Z L T

“Everything . ” Z L T

“…” Yi Hai Lan was silent, and on the verge of explosion . “Han Tao have the same answers as me . ”

“I don’t have the same answers as you guys . ”

Yi Hai Lan was amused yet angry at her reply . There were only a few people in class that were able to do the question, so even if they did get one or two wrong, once they compared the answers among themselves, they’d be able to change the wrong ones over . It’s impossible for the entire class to get everything wrong yet this lil gal who had been wanting to copy their answer just moments ago suddenly decided all of them got it wrong after listening for a while?!

“If you had the answer, why did you still want to copy mine?” He evaded the key issue .

Xuan Mo frowned, appearing a little impatient: “I’m too lazy to write the steps . ”

“It’s not much effort to transfer the steps from scrap paper over to your notebook, no? Just copy over straight . ”

Xuan Mo didn’t feel like explaining herself, so she turned over and ignored him .

Yi hai Lan was still worried for her . Everyone knew how Xuan Mo got into the class . He looked at the question again; the steps to every question took up an entire page worth of space, and it covered a lot of different concepts . His answer looked so absolutely perfect no matter which angle he looked at his answer .

And so, the notebook Xuan Mo submitted only had her answers . The math rep later carried the entire slack of notebooks to the office .

When she was submitting her answer, Yi Hai Lan borrowed her notebook to look at her answer; it was indeed different from theirs .