Masha felt that Mr. Fan's eyes had changed when he looked at him. Now it was just the head teacher who looked at the top students in the class, so he should be as gentle as he should be.

In order not to let down this trust, Masha continued to "liver activities".

After two hours, I had filled in the experience bar, which felt much simpler than the liver mobile game activities.

It's just a bit of a waste of treatment.

But there is sponsorship by Mr. Lauren Sam, "Philanthropist", so don't worry!

Masha happily continued the boring practice.

The musicians were shocked, and even the violinist who had just complained showed admiration: "This expression is indeed an expression immersed in music."

No, you're thinking too much. I'm just moving my liver...

Stanislas said proudly: "I taught him this chord, and rounding it is me who led him into the door. He is my apprentice. My apprentice."

Van Taut smiled: "Yes, your apprentice. But I haven't seen anyone who can do such boring practice with a smile for a long time. I went to tutor the children of rich people. They would cry after playing the piano for a while, saying that their fingers hurt. No treatment is useful."

Other musicians nodded: "Yes, yes, the children of rich people are too resilient now."

"Unless it's for picking up girls, the young masters will be powerless to learn music."

Masha was even happier when he listened to the musicians' conversation.

Among all, probably only Susu looked at Masha with incredible eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

**

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Andrea tore off the sixth scroll for minor injuries and patted Masha on the shoulder: "Okay, let's get to this day. I see that your hands are stiff."

Masha looked at his hands: "Indeed, I feel that my hands will definitely hurt terrible tomorrow."

The soreness after excessive use of muscles makes me feel sore and refreshed.

Andrea smiled and said, "Maybe you'll fall asleep tonight, and your hands will not be able to move tomorrow morning. You can only let me feed you."

Xiaobai: "Can you speak Zhendan language? I'm so anxious if I don't understand!"

Andrea changed to the Sinian language: "We are saying that if he practices like this, his hands will definitely hurt so much that they will not move tomorrow."

Xiaobai smiled and said, "That's simple, I'll give you a massage tonight. I have a set of acupoint massage methods secretly taught by the monk. When using qi during massage, it can open up all the things that are not stagnant on your body."

At this time, Masha remembered that Xiaobai, the monk, was not the monk in Shaolin Temple, but the monk in the fantasy world.

She can use her breath.

So Masha said, "Then please."

"Okay, I'll leave it to me when I go back tonight!"

At this time, Mr. Fan opened the door and smiled and said, "You are so lucky. Two girls are surrounding you and serving you. I am afraid that the most noble owner of the Great Manor in the Federation will not have this treatment."

Andrea smiled and said, "The owner of the big manor can give him a massage with thirty black maids."

"That's another kind of blessing, different. By the way, you said in the morning that you would go shopping for something this afternoon?"

Masha nodded: "Buy some casting materials."

He thought about it again that Mr. Fan would probably have to go with him to buy things, otherwise it would be unsafe, and Mr. Fan would naturally know what he bought.

So he changed his words: "Buy some dry caterpillars."

Xiaobai's body trembled.

Mr. Fan was shocked: "Dry caterpillar? Have you learned the technique of laughing wildly? This scroll is not easy to buy."

Andrea smiled and said, "He learned it after tearing one yesterday, but it was amazing, but it almost made me laugh to death."

Mr. Fan also smiled: "Did you forget to take off your waist when he tear the scroll?"

"No. But..." Andrea looked embarrassed.

Masha thought of the sound of the tractor gearbox.

At this time, Mr. Fan asked a fatal question: "Well, don't you have a monk? Why don't you let him tear the scroll and cast it on the monk? The crazy laughter can be resisted with willpower, and the monk has natural resistance."

Andrea's smile froze.
Chapter completed!