Gao Wu: Let you eat soft food, not let you become a god

Just as he made his move, he was stopped by the little old man.

"and many more!"

"Okay, Fenglang, let go!"

At this point in his words, Feng Lang's eyes suddenly turned slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let go!"

"Principal, I can't agree!"

"I don't know the origin of this student Shen Mo!"

"But our Mingchuan Middle School has been able to persist until this time because it has not opened the Warrior Inheritance Tower and does not support other schools' challenges!"

"Otherwise, our Mingchuan Middle School would have been gone long ago!"

"Principal, although our Mingchuan Middle School is dilapidated, it's the only place where people with low-level talents like us can enroll!"

"Don't open it!"

When he said this, he immediately glared at Shen Mo.

I thought it was a big silly white fish, but when it came, it almost ruined their entire school. If I knew it, I wouldn't be greedy for that little money, and I would enroll him!

Thinking of this, Feng Lang thumped his feet and chest in his heart.

I wish I could travel through the past few minutes ago and beat myself to death.

Even if Shen Mo is a big boss, he can't stop him from feeling depressed about the other party!
And when he spoke, the principal, the little old man with glasses on the other side, immediately let out a long sigh, and said, "Feng Lang, you are a good boy."

He slowly took off his glasses, carefully wiped the dust on the glasses, and said: "Ming Chuan has lasted for so many years, and he has almost reached his limit."

"Just now I was still struggling with Mingchuan's funding for this year."

"You should know that Ming Chuan can never accept challenges from other schools."

"But correspondingly, Ming Chuan can no longer get funding from the Ministry of Military Education."

"I know you are all good boys, and you have always wanted to find a way to solve Mingchuan's financial burden."

"But going on like this is really not an option."

"It's rare that Shen Mo is willing to afford the resource consumption of the whole school."

"This is a rare opportunity for you."

At this point in his words, he smiled at Shen Mo with a gentle face, and said, "Student Shen Mo, I'm sorry to let you see a joke."

"However, I still want to tell you frankly."

"The funding for the martial arts department of our school is almost zero."

"If you want to learn martial arts, you have to bear all the expenses yourself."

"The talents of these children are average, but their conduct is not bad."

"If you want to start the martial arts class, I implore you to bring them along."

"Of course, this is a request, not a request."

"Mingchuan Middle School has existed for a long time."

When he said this, he smiled slightly and said, "After this year, it may cease to exist."

"So, with my old bones, I can still work hard for you."

"Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine."

"Because, your coming to our Mingchuan Middle School is probably just an accident."

The face of the little old man with glasses, the principal, was very calm.

It is said that people grow old.

What happened to Shen Mo, he knew clearly in his heart.

If the other party is willing to study in their Mingchuan Middle School, it will be considered that he owes the other party a favor, and if there is a chance in the future, he will definitely repay it.

But if Shen Mo is unwilling, he will not force it.

After all, Mingchuan Middle School does not have much advantage and attraction for Shen Mo to enroll.

With the resources and conditions of the other party, it is very simple to find a relatively good middle school in Qingyu City.

Therefore, the old headmaster didn't deceive Shen Mo because of his own selfishness, thinking of tricking him in first.

On the other side, Shen Mo was also a little surprised.

To be honest, half of his desire to enter Mingchuan Middle School was out of anger.

After all, it doesn't matter which school he goes to.

Choose the worst school, and still be able to anger people in Xinghai Middle School!

And the poor conditions of teachers in Mingchuan Middle School is not a problem for him.

He has more resources.

But the words of the old headmaster moved him somewhat.

So, he was accepted not because of his resources, but because of the storm and the students?
Shen Mo looked at the wind and waves around him thoughtfully.

The latter lowered his head slightly, his eyes were a little red, and he no longer had the shrewd look that he called Shen Mo's brother and brother when he was at the school gate, as if this was his real appearance.

So, just now, the other party "pulls" him at the school gate, purely because they want to "sponsor" Mingchuan Middle School?
They did a lot of things, and they didn't suffer from others' contempt, white eyes, and scolding, right?

Did the other party really not see the relationship between him and Min Hang and the others, or did they pretend not to see it on purpose?

interesting!
The corners of Shen Mo's lips curled up slightly.

He liked the atmosphere here a little bit!

Originally, I just wanted to find a school to dawdle, and by the way, I was angry with the people of Xinghai Middle School, slapped them in the face, and squeezed their wool, but this time, Shen Mo became a little serious.

"Row!"

He readily agreed, and said to the old headmaster with glasses: "I have covered all the resources of Mingchuan Middle School."

"However, I have a question that I want to ask the old headmaster."

"If I offend someone from Xinghai Middle School, they want to ask you, or put pressure on you, to let you expel me as a student."

"What would you do?"

"They may suppress people from Mingchuan Middle School and target you."

"Once the Martial Artist Inheritance Tower is opened, maybe they will swarm to challenge and deal with you."

"Can you...can bear it?"

Or, will you hand me over?
Shen Mo crossed his arms and hugged his chest, waiting for the old principal's answer.

He agreed to the old principal's request.

Now, it depends on the old headmaster's own choice.

"The backbone of Mingchuan Middle School was not interrupted in the early stage of spiritual recovery, and it will not be interrupted now!"

To Shen Mo's surprise, the old headmaster gave a firm answer without even thinking about it.

"We closed the Martial Artist Inheritance Tower not because we were afraid of the challenge, but because we didn't want to close this school that finally carries the hope of low-talented students."

"It exists one day, and those students with low talents still have hope."

"But if...it's gone."

"Then in this world, basically no one will recruit students with talents below the D-level."

The old headmaster's voice was gentle, without showing misery or indignation, he just said matter-of-factly: "Student Shen Mo, you are very lucky to have the Shen family behind you."

"But not everyone has a strong family background like you!"

At this point in his words, he said firmly: "The people of Mingchuan Middle School are not afraid of fighting, nor are they afraid of fighting!"

"Honor to Mingchuan!" Feng Lang suddenly said in a low voice at this moment.

As for Shen Mo, he laughed immediately.

"it is good!"