peerless teacher

"You are Sun Mo?"

Bai Fu was surprised.

Although she is a young girl who doesn't hear anything out of the window, the disturbance caused by Sun Mo is really too great, especially for helping Zhang Zhu to be promoted to the sub-sage. The news has spread throughout Liaojing.

"It's down!"

Sun Mo cupped his fists.

"Then do you know my identity?"

Bai Fu didn't wait for Sun Mo to speak, and reported her family name: "I am the granddaughter of the former principal, do you think I will go with you?"

Unlike the Zhongzhou Academy, the Black and White Academy belongs to An Xinhui's family. It is shared by seven families, and the Bai family is one of them.

The most important thing is that the Bai family has a small population, and Bai Fu, as the sole heir, has the right to speak in some decisions of the Black and White Academy.

"If you don't try it, how do you know it won't work?"

Sun Mo shrugged his shoulders: "And I don't like living a routine life. Pursuing freedom and pursuing ideals is my life."

"Your life is to eat soft rice?"

Bai Fu's voice was flat, but in this way, it seemed full of irony.

"I don't like this guy!"

Lu Zhiruo pursed her mouth.

"It is my ideal to bring Zhongzhou Academy into the Ninth University and let her stand on the top again!"

Sun Mo's tone was sincere.

"Ordinary things! Ordinary people!"

Bai Fu didn't want to hear it, she was afraid that these words would stain her ears.

"You are good, so what are you after?"

Sun Mo wanted to spit on people: "Could it be that you want to travel to Kyushu to see the beauty of the world?"

Sun Moxin said, if you had a mobile phone, you might be able to post ten circles of friends a day, right?

"See all the people in the world! See all the love in the world! In my opinion, a saint is just a pile of dry bones, but love is what lasts forever in the world!"

Bai Fu smiled: "I'm telling you this, I'm afraid you won't understand it? After all, for talented teachers like you, becoming a saint is a lifelong pursuit!"

"It really is a neuropathy!"

Sun Mo began to hesitate, should this person stop digging?

What if I take it back and teach myself a bunch of hypocritical young girls?

Chapter 1112

"It's vulgar!"

Bai Fu left behind a word, shook her sleeves and left.

"Haha, are you qualified to talk about others?"

Sun Mo retorted.

It's a pity that Bai Fu didn't bother to talk to Sun Mo. In her eyes, the top four winners and the hands of gods were nothing but vulgar things.

"Look, your self-righteous arrogance actually just proves your vulgarity. You are using Wenqing to disguise your vulgarity."

Sun Mo sneered: "Some people are really high-minded. Fishing in the South China Sea and gazing at the moon in the high mountains are sentimental and strong, but what about you? It's just to prove that you are different from us 'ordinary people'."

"But when you prove this, you have already fallen behind and lost."

"Pretty!"

Li Ziqi, who was eavesdropping outside the door, wanted to praise him.

"You bullshit!"

Bai Fu scolded.

"Angry? Doesn't being angry mean that you care?"

Sun Mo spread his hands: "Is this more beneficial than any evidence?"

Sun Mo is in modern times, but he is a teacher. He has seen all kinds of students, and even if he is not a teacher, as long as he surfs the Internet regularly, who has never seen him!

With waist-length hair, wearing a white dress, bare feet, and a pair of cloth shoes...

Go on a pilgrimage to a certain place, purify the soul, go to a certain sea to live alone, feed the birds and read books...

To be honest, Sun Mo thought about it too.

After all, who hasn't been young yet.

"I don't deny the life you desire, but I also ask you not to insult the ideals of famous teachers!"

Sun Mo's tone became severe: "It is your freedom to live and die for love, but it is also our freedom to pursue the realm of saints."

"Even if it is utilitarian, it is a vulgar thing, so what?"

"In my opinion, even if a farmer's lifelong pursuit is to want a hundred acres of fertile land, a few cattle, a virtuous wife, and smart children, there is nothing wrong with that."

"Ideals have no distinction between big and small, and there is no difference between high and low!"

"Aren't you pretending to be a noble and unrestrained person? Your pride is to make you look down on other people's ideal of sanctification?"

hum!

Good words of gold and jade broke out.

Brilliant spots of light splashed on the roof at night, like fireflies dancing, and also reflected Bai Fu's flushed cheeks.

She became angry from embarrassment at what Sun Mo said.

"It's over, this person can't dig it!"

Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was going to finish.

"Why are most geniuses so awkward?"

Li Ziqi didn't understand.

"Isn't this arrogance?"

Mascot Analysis.

"What do you know?"

Bai Fu objected.

She admitted that what Sun Mo said made sense, and what was even more troublesome was that this guy really thought so, otherwise the good words would not have erupted.

In this way, Bai Fu can no longer say that Sun Mo is hypocritical.

"I don't understand, so I need to learn more!"

Sun Mo retaliated.

I'm sorry, but I've never lost in lane.

A runaway Sun Hei dog, biting people into the flesh, will not scare you to death.

"Hehe, that's a pity. When I was born, I was born with a natural comprehension. No matter what it is, I can learn it at once."

Bai Fu pretended to be sad, and sighed: "You may think that the saint is beyond reach, but in my opinion, it's just climbing a high mountain, which is meaningless!"

"So what have you created for this world?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"You mean the value of life?"

Bai Fu smiled: "Why do people have to be valuable when they are alive? I eat, drink, write and draw every day, do I bother others? I am willing to waste my life, can you control it?"

"By the way, let me add that my living expenses are all earned by myself!"

It's true, he's just crazy.

Sun Mo didn't want to talk about it anymore. Bai Fu is a typical child of a wealthy family who was born with a lot of money and has never been bitten by the old dog of society.

The problem that ordinary people think about is to fill their stomachs. To be a little higher, I want to save money, buy a game console, or chase a girl I like.

But these, Bai Fu was born with.

Without worrying about food, clothing, housing and transportation, she naturally has a lot of time to think about things.

Of course, not to mention that he is also talented and favored by many people.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have forced my values ​​on you!"

Sun Mo retreated to advance.

This is the line!

Does right or wrong matter?

It doesn't matter, the important thing is to win.

"If you know you're wrong, just get out!"

Bai Fu waved her hand.

"Let me ask one last question, is this kind of life empty for you?"

Seeing Bai Fu's face change slightly, Sun Mo knew he was right.

As long as people are human, those psychological problems will inevitably exist.

In Marlowe's theory of needs, the fifth level is the need for self-realization, and even the fourth level, the need for respect, Bai Fu has not fully obtained.

She is a genius, but she has achievements, can others admire her from the bottom of her heart?

Bai Fu said that she didn't care, but in her heart, she might have thought about it.

Ok!

Even if she didn't think about it, Sun Mo will help her think about it now.

Talk about it?

Fight the world view?

Sorry, at this moment, countless philosophers and psychologists in Blue Star are with me.

"Looking at your appearance, you like poetry and songs very much. You are a person who loves literature, right? Since you said that you can learn it no matter what, then may I ask, do you have any literary works?"

Sun Mo fell into the trap.

"Ha, your question shows your shallowness!"

Bai Fu finally found a place to fight back: "True literary masterpieces cannot be mass-produced, and cannot be written through a certain routine. They can only be obtained by accident. This is the charm of literature!"

"Alchemy, Artifact Refining, if you learn it, you can do it yourself, and you can even outperform others, but literature, anyone can write, but can you write immortal works?"

Bai Fu raised the book in her hand: "For example, this "Journey to the West"."

"puff!"

Outside the door, Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo burst out laughing.

If you say this, you will suffer.

The corner of Sun Mo's mouth twitched.

Although Sun Mo's Journey to the West was written in vernacular, which is different from the original work, the content was plagiarized after all, so he prohibited Zheng Qingfang and others from publicizing it.

So only a small number of people know that he is the author of Journey to the West.

"I think this book has broken the shackles of human beings and let the wings of dreams fly. It turns out that the world can still be like this."

Bai Fu stroked the cover of the book, her tone full of admiration.

"You should have read this book, right? Can you imagine it?"

Sun Mo remained silent. I was afraid that if I told about my fantasy world, it would scare you to death.