Ten thousand shadows and flying snow in Douluo continent

Chapter 151 Choosing a Sub-Profession

After an hour and a half, Wu Haoyang finally came back.

For an hour and a half, they didn't dare to speak, and could only read and study by themselves. Many students who didn't like to study fell asleep on their desks after reading for less than 10 minutes.

"Have you had enough sleep?" Wu Haoyang suddenly appeared again, sat on the podium, and asked with a smile.

Seeing this, those practitioners who were awake elbowed the sleeping practitioners beside them in an attempt to wake them up.

After Wu Haoyang saw it, he said: "It's too slow for you to call like this, let me do it."

After Wu Haoyang finished speaking, he snapped his fingers.

Then I saw those students who were still sleeping on the desks all sat up and gradually woke up.

One of the students stretched his waist and said to another student beside him: "I was scared to death, but it was a dream, I thought I was going to be eaten by that monster that looked exactly like President Wu .However, that monster looks exactly the same as Principal Wu, don’t you think it’s miraculous?”

The student didn't respond to his words, but slowly stretched out his index finger, pointing to the podium.

Then the student turned his head to look at the podium, and then saw Principal Wu Haoyang Wu staring at him with very "kind" eyes.

When the student saw Wu Haoyang, he didn't panic, but rubbed his eyes first, and then squeezed his thigh hard.

"It hurts, which means... I'm not dreaming." The student said to himself, then stood up and slammed his head hard on the desk.

He kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Principal Wu! No, Teacher Wu! Please let me go! I was talking nonsense just now! You are so handsome, how could it be that bloated body with legs born from bird claws? What about the turtle-shell monster?"

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Wu Haoyang, and found that Wu Haoyang's eyes were not only more "kind", but also his forehead was darkened, his fists were clenched tightly, and his veins were bulging.

"No! Teacher Wu! I, I..." The student realized that he had said something wrong just now, and was about to make amends, but found that he didn't even know how to make amends.

At this moment, Wu Haoyang also jumped down from the podium, walked slowly to the side of the student, put his right hand on his shoulder, and said "kindly", "Stop talking, there is a new 'tea' in my office , do you want to come and taste it?"

How could the student not know the meaning of this sentence, he shook his head quickly and said, "Teacher Wu, you can drink that precious tea by yourself, I don't deserve it."

After Wu Haoyang heard this, the hands on his shoulders began to tighten gradually, and then said "kindly" again: "Go? Or not?"

The student swallowed, knowing that his cup of tea would not be able to run away. In order to alleviate his "guilty", he could only nod his head slowly, and was dragged by Wu Haoyang out of the classroom.

When he walked to the door of the classroom, Wu Haoyang once again said a word to other students in the classroom with "kind" eyes: "Sleeping, [-] gold points per person, all of them will be handed over to Wu Yingkong. Hand it over, the consequences... hum!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Haoyang pulled the student and left.

"It's hopeless, sorry." After Wu Haoyang left, Wu Yingkong shook his head and said.

"He's a hero," said another student.

"We will always remember him," said another student.

After an unknown amount of time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang, and a person walked into the classroom with difficulty, leaning on the wall.

This person is exactly the student who was dragged away by Wu Haoyang.

The student returned to his seat with difficulty, looked at the classmates beside him, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't seem to hold on any longer. I hope you can fulfill my wish!"

The classmate beside him grabbed his hand and said with tears in his eyes, "Don't leave! You still owe me a bun! Besides, I don't know you well!"

Hearing what this classmate said, he put down his hand and said, "Oh! That's it! Well then, goodbye."

After all, he closed his eyes.

"No! You still owe me a steamed stuffed bun! I bought it with a gold point on the second floor of the cafeteria!" the classmate shouted.

Wu Yingkong shook his head, stepped forward and put his right hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes.

A few seconds later, Wu Yingkong withdrew his right hand and said, "It's just that the mental energy is exhausted. It's nothing serious. Just rest for two days and you'll be fine."

After finishing speaking, Wu Yingkong returned to his seat.

Knowing that he was fine, the classmate was teary-eyed again, grabbed his collar, shook it back and forth, and said, "Then don't pretend to be dead! Give me back the bun money!"

Wu Yingkong shook his head helplessly, and left the classroom, it was too noisy here.

Seeing Wu Yingkong leave, Liu Tianxue followed closely and left the classroom.

Two in the afternoon.

Except for the person in the morning, all the students sat in the classroom.

The class bell rang, and Wu Haoyang entered the classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Wu Haoyang said: "This afternoon's class is about the second job, that is, the sub-job class!"

The entire classroom was silent, and then a student raised his hand.

"Say!" Wu Haoyang said.

"Teacher Wu! What's the use of the second job? Does it help us become powerful soul masters?" said the student who raised his hand.

Wu Haoyang said: "It is still useful, just like the battle armor. To become a truly powerful soul master, the support of the battle armor is indispensable! And if you are a blacksmith, you can forge the metal you want by yourself, and you can also win. A lot of money; and mecha makers can make their own battle armors and mechas; mecha designers can design their own ideal battle armors."

"What about mecha repair?" the student asked again.

Wu Haoyang was silent for a while, and said: "Mecha repair is the occupation with the lowest threshold among the sub-professions, but it is also the easiest one. Because the work is easier than the other three sub-professions, so there is more time for cultivation. It is also the first choice for soul masters who don't want to slow down their cultivation speed because of their sub-professions."

"Oh! Then can you not choose a sub-profession?" the student asked again.

Wu Haoyang shook his head, and said: "It's best not to choose, the sub-profession has extra points in the entrance examination of the Advanced Soul Master Academy, the higher the level of your sub-profession, the more points you will get, especially the one with the highest threshold. As a blacksmith, the points added are incomparable to other sub-professions."

Afterwards, Wu Haoyang briefly introduced each sub-job, and then left the classroom.

Before leaving, Wu Haoyang asked all the students to use this time to think about which sub-profession they would choose.Moreover, Wu Haoyang also specially allowed the students to communicate with each other.

"Boss, what do you choose?" After Wu Haoyang left, Zheng Xun moved closer to Wu Yingkong and asked.

"Me? Mecha maker, our family has been a mecha maker for generations, and I have to follow it, and because my martial soul is a sword, I am destined to become a mecha maker in the future."

Zheng Xun nodded after hearing this, and said: "Then I will also choose a mecha maker. Anyway, my martial soul is a dagger, which can just be used to engrave the soul guide circuit."

"En! Indeed." Wu Yingkong said.

"Miaomiao, what do you choose?" Zheng Xun looked at Liu Miaomiao.

Liu Miaomiao said: "I have no strength as a blacksmith, I can't use a knife as a mecha maker, and a mecha repairer is too dirty, so let me be a mecha designer! Anyway, I also like drawing, mecha design, and painting." It's about the same."

"It's still a little bit worse." Wu Yingkong muttered in a low voice, and then looked at Liu Tianxue beside him.

"Tianxue, your martial soul is a spear, so choose mechas as well." Wu Yingkong said.

Liu Tianxue shook her head and said, "No, it's still the same as Miaomiao, let's design the mecha."

Wu Yingkong was a little strange, and asked: "General mech designers are control-type soul masters, right? You're an attack-type soul master, and your martial soul is a gun, isn't it good?"

"What? Do you have an opinion?" Liu Tianxue looked at Wu Yingkong angrily.

Seeing this, Wu Yingkong shook his head again and again, and said, "No opinion, no opinion! You can choose whatever you want."

"That's about the same," Liu Tianxue said.

(End of this chapter)