The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

Over a dozen students sat on chairs, their little heads swinging as they were on the verge of falling asleep.


Math instructor Zhou Xingwen looked at the students with heartache.


He stormed off to the office, fuming, "This is too much, way over the line. This is seriously disrupting the normal order of the school. With him doing this, who could stay awake for classes during the day?"


In fact, after a weekend, everyone had gradually gotten used to the existence of Qing Chen.


After all, although the new instructor was domineering, he hadn't taken over anyone else's classes, and with only two combat sessions a week, everyone could bear with it and get through.


However, now Qing Chen had indeed not taken any classes from other instructors, but he had actually increased the total duration of the classes.


This was like forcefully adding an extra session to his daily schedule!


303, Orthodox cultivation method_3