After hanging up the phone and giving the address to the Di Nan Dynasty, he also said something.

"If you feel confident enough, you can go and have a try. You are immune to it, and the original doll posts have no effect on you."

After all, it takes time for the organization's people to come, but Song Jing is in the space of UCT.

Then what?

Even if I see her, I don't have the chance to try it.

But I was still worried about the little curly Mao Kangling, and Song Jing couldn't sleep, so I was going to take a look.

When I walked to Kang Ling's door, I didn't know why the little curly hair did not close this time.

Through the crack in the door, Song Jing saw the leaked warm yellow light and pushed it away slightly. Under the light, there was a small curly hair lying on his back and writing quickly.

After listening carefully, you can still hear various words popping out of his mouth, not in English, but pronunciation is a bit like German.

Song Jing has watched German TV series, so he has some impression.

——It’s awesome!

It’s two o’clock in the morning and I still memorize words hard. There are no academic masters who have learned this level, or if the courses have not been completed, some people will choose to make up for it in the early morning.

But according to my aunt and the others, Kang Ling has been like this recently.

You can learn, but it’s not a waste of life to learn to this level?

It is not a good thing that the brain is in an extremely exhausted state, and it is something Song Jing knows.

Perhaps Song Jing pushed the door louder, he stopped and turned his head suddenly, and saw Song Jing.

Song Jing held up a bottle of yogurt in his hand and smiled: "Do you want to drink yogurt? I brought it to you."

Kang Ling seemed to have been interrupted by someone and was very irritable. He rubbed his curls impatiently, and he couldn't get messy anymore. He said irritably: "What are you doing? I don't drink, I don't drink, I haven't finished my studies yet, and I haven't understood the class that the teacher taught today..."

"nonsense!"

Song Jing walked over and saw Kang Ling's white table with all kinds of study books and a notebook on the desktop.

"Zizhi Tongjian", "World History Collection", "5,000 Years of Chinese Civilization", "Selected French Dictionary", "Selected German Dictionary", "Selected English Dictionary", "The Life of Physicists", "The Charming Charm of Chemistry", "Mathematics is the Simplest Discipline in the World"...

Good guy, the more you look at it, the less you learn it.

It's just a rough idea. If you throw it down, you can kill a person by killing it.

Song Jing was a little incredible and looked at Kang Ling deeply: "Are you crazy?"

Is this what people learn when I learn these things in the middle of the night?

"Mathematics is the simplest subject in the world" is also something that people in the world can compile?

Kang Ling looked at Song Jing fiercely. At this time, Song Jing noticed that he not only held a ballpoint pen in his palm, but also a pencil on his idle left hand.

But this time the pencil was clearer, obviously not an illusion, and it was held in Kang Ling's hand.

Taking advantage of Kang Ling's inattention, Song Jing took over with the idea that UCT could not let go.

Kang Ling didn't expect it at that time, so he saw her snatching the pencil.

Then, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes, and then he suddenly reacted and suddenly stood up. Because he had turned over the chair because of the arc, he suddenly looked at Song Jing and burst into tears, crying miserably, sincerely.

And the moment Song Jing held the pencil, her mind felt like something was numb and she suddenly felt a sense of regret.

Study hard and improve every day. If I had studied hard, wouldn’t Harvard and Cambridge wave to me?
Chapter completed!