Qi Yuan studied Mei intently, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Mei looked back at him.
Unfortunately, this Mei seemed to be like those filthy things—unable to speak.
"What... is your name?"
Qi Yuan asked softly.
The Great Forgetfulness Sutra, along with his other special abilities, was also at work.
He wanted to hear whether Mei had an inner voice.
Unfortunately, even as he stared earnestly at Mei's face, he heard nothing at all.
"Are you unable to speak, just like those filthy things? Do you want me to teach you?"
"A, O, E..."
Qi Yuan was a man of action. If he said he would teach, he taught.
Nearby, the woman in hot pants could no longer hold it together.
The sisters among her best friends were dumbfounded as well.
"This guy is teaching Mei?"
"Have I gone mad?"
Originally, their hearts had held nothing but terror. Now, all that remained was absurdity, and countless choice words rose to their lips.
"Still haven't learned it?" Qi Yuan looked at Mei. He had already been teaching her for roughly ten minutes.
He spoke quickly, but his tone was gentle.
Mei remained blank-faced, as though she had no intelligence at all.
"It's okay, you're doing great too. Let's keep going," Qi Yuan said, remarkably patient.
Kindergarten teachers could teach children to read. Though he did not have a teaching certificate, he had a Mental Illness Certificate. A certificate was a certificate—teaching a Mei to speak should not be a problem, right?
But teaching required more than patience. He also had to offer encouragement and positive feedback.
So, although Mei stood utterly still without the slightest reaction, Qi Yuan continued.
"Baby, you're amazing. Your eyeballs can even move."
"Try a little harder, be good. You're working so seriously, so I'll reward