บท 1986: Memory kill: the silly, sweet little Yuan

Before he could answer, he saw a figure standing by the wall with his legs stretched out. He was flipping through something. When he heard solo's words, he raised his head and stared at mu Yuan with his icy blue eyes.

Mu Yuan,"F * ck!"

It was instructor Jack. He had always appeared and disappeared unpredictably, and no one knew where he would suddenly appear to record the students 'daily lives. The instructors here were different from the instructors in China. When the instructors here were in class, they were in class. When they were done, they were free to do whatever they wanted. The usual lifestyle here was also a standard of assessment, although he did not know what the standard was.