peerless teacher

"You want to poach me to go to Zhongzhou Academy? Yes, write an immortal work comparable to it!"

Bai Fu shook the Journey to the West in her hand, stopped talking to Sun Mo, and walked out of the iron gate. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo, but what does this have to do with her?

"If I write it out, will you be a cow or a horse for me?"

Sun Mo mocked.

"You can be your toilet!"

Bai Fu despised.

This kind of book, which is rare in a hundred years, depends on you?

To tell the truth, your chances of becoming a saint are better than your chances of writing an immortal book.

"You like this book very much?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile

"I lent it to you, take a closer look, and you will understand that this world is not worth it!"

Bai Fu threw the book to Sun Mo.

"Why is there no back?"

Lu Zhiruo found that the book was torn up a lot.

Bai Fu didn't answer, and went straight down the stairs.

Is life empty?

Sun Mo was right!

Bai Fu felt very empty, and the days when she knew everything was really boring, so when Journey to the West was a big hit and appeared in Liaojing, after Bai Fu read it, she suddenly discovered that the world of her dreams was the most free.

Bai Fu envied that monkey.

I envy the Monkey King who didn't wear the magic spell.

So she ripped off the back part.

It can be said that Sun Mo is the chief culprit for Bai Fu becoming Wen Qing.

"Teacher, I think this famous teacher Bai is talented, but he is not suitable for teaching people!"

Lu Zhiruo muttered in a low voice, she couldn't see the aura of a famous teacher from Bai Fu.

"It depends on what she is asked to teach?"

Sun Mo looked downstairs, at the back of Bai Fu leaving.

He has read her information, piano, chess, poetry and painting, and is proficient in everything. From the age of 15, he can teach those famous prostitutes in brothels.

Under her command, there have been three oirans who are both talented and beautiful.

This is still Bai Fu's boring work, and she didn't pay much attention at all.

In other words, Bai Fu is really talented in the subjects of literature and art.

"Teacher, are you going to write a book?"

Li Ziqi was looking forward to it.

"It doesn't count as writing!"

Sun Mo sighed, he could only be Wenchaogong again.

When he got back to the room, Sun Mo asked Xiao Hebao to give him a memory first, and then blessed him with a dream, to help him recall his dreams when he was a student.

Sun Mo wants to re-watch "Dream of Red Mansions".

"Water Margin" is definitely not good, it is too reactionary, even if he writes it, no bookseller will dare to accept it, and as soon as he leaves, he may be reported to the authorities and arrested.

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is also not good. It is a heroic article that men read, and it has nothing to do with young girls.

To be honest, if you want to be more popular than "Journey to the West", you can actually write "Jin X Mei", which will definitely sell well, and in terms of artistry, this book is also very high.

However, limited by the content, literary girls must keep silent.

"When it comes to publicity, I'm afraid that Gandalf will be used as a gimmick with the help of the second book of the author of Journey to the West."

Sun Mo sighed.

The artistic level of "Dream of Red Mansions" is very high, but this has caused a problem, ordinary people can't understand it, and if ordinary people can't understand it, it can't become a household name in a short period of time and then become a big hit.

Sun Mo will only stay in the Black and White Academy for a month at most. With such a short amount of time, relying on the word-of-mouth of "Dream of Red Mansions" alone is not going to do much.

"Go and rest!"

Sun Mo didn't sleep anymore, and began to write furiously.

After becoming a famous teacher, his memory exploded. When he woke up from Huang Liang's dream, he could still remember everything he had seen before.

Monovalent hydrogen chloride potassium sodium silver, divalent oxygen calcium barium magnesium zinc,

It's a pity that this world can't use it!

……

Li Ziqi didn't sleep all night because he was always thinking about Sun Mo's new book.

In her opinion, the things written by the teacher are absolutely masterpieces.

After staying up until the sky brightened, Li Ziqi couldn't bear it anymore, and went directly to the school cafeteria.

"Uncle Wang, are you ready?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile.

"alright, alright!"

With a smiling face, Chef Wang saw Li Ziqi undo the lids of the pots and inspect them one by one, so he hurriedly assured: "I made them all new, and I'll get up and work before the second watch."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang!"

Li Ziqi smiled sweetly, filled a food box with chicken soup, buns, and four-color side dishes, and then walked to the reception building.

"Old Wang, who is this little lady?"

The old farmer who delivered the food saw Li Ziqi and asked curiously, "It's so beautiful!"

"Put your dog eyes away, are you the one who can look at the nobleman?"

Chef Wang cursed.

"Ha ha!"

The old farmer smiled awkwardly.

He knew that Chef Wang had been in charge of the canteen of the Black and White Academy because of his outstanding cooking skills and seniority.

A few years ago, he stopped cooking, and he would only show off when he met the big bosses of Gao Xing, but now, he actually flattered a little girl.

"Looking at his aura, he must be a child of a certain family, right?"

The old farmer guessed.

boom!

Chef Wang kicked the old farmer's ass.

"What are you thinking about? He is the eldest disciple of Master Sun!"

Chef Wang explained.

At first, when Li Ziqi came to the school cafeteria to recruit chefs, Chef Wang refused, but who asked them to offer too much.

A day is worth a year's wages.

Just to make Sun Mo eat well.

This apprentice is simply too filial.

"Hey, Master Sun? The one who promoted Master Zhang to the rank of Sub-Sage?"

The old vegetable delivery farmer gasped.

"Even you have heard of it?"

Chef Wang was surprised.

He was already prepared to return the deposit to Li Ziqi, just to ask for the hand of God for his son.

"Look at what you said, the whole Liao capital knows about such a big matter."

The old vegetable delivery farmer took out the tobacco leaves: "Would you like a pot?"

Just as Chef Wang was going to pick it up, he held back again: "No, I'm cooking for Master Sun these days, so I can't get smoked!"

"When Master Sun becomes a sub-sage in the future, you will be amazing. You are the cook who has cooked for Master Sun!"

Vegetable delivery old farmers envy.

"That's natural!"

Chef Wang was full of ambition, and at the same time made up his mind to catch up with tomorrow and come up with a unique skill, so that Sun Mo would never forget to eat it.

It should be easy to ask for a picture by then.

……

When Li Ziqi arrived, she saw Lu Zhiruo hugging her knees with her hands leaning against the door, dozing off.

"What are you doing?"

Xiao Hebao was stunned: "Isn't it because you want to read a new book?"

"Ah? Big sister!"

The mascot wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth: "I want to be the first to see the teacher's new book!"

"..."

Xiao Hebao said in his heart, this is impossible, I am a big sister, I have to go first!

Everything else can be given to you, but not this one!

Boom!Boom!

Li Ziqi knocked on the door.

"Teacher, I brought breakfast, it's time to eat some!"

The lights inside were still on, so the teacher must have been writing all night.

"come in!"

Hearing this, Li Ziqi couldn't wait to push open the door, and walked in while glancing at the desk.

Wow,

What a thick stack of manuscripts!

The teacher is really productive!

Just don't know what to write?

Li Ziqi still wanted to be reserved, but Lu Zhiruo didn't have this thought anymore, she rushed to the table, squatted beside her, staring at the manuscript eagerly.

""Dream of Red Mansions"? It looks good when you hear the name!"

Chapter 1113 The Tale of Stones!

Li Ziqi's eyes lit up when he heard the title of the book.

Seems like a love story?

"Teacher, can I watch?"

Lu Zhiruo rubbed her little hands.

"Can't!"

Sun Mo refused.