peerless teacher

A bald famous teacher couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Yes!"

Someone picked up on him, and he wanted to find fault at first, but before he knew it, he was completely absorbed by Sun Mo's lessons, and forgot to ask questions.

"By the way, have you taken notes? Let me copy them. I didn't bring a pen today."

The bald master teacher asked.

"Are you a teacher, why don't you bring a pen?"

It was ridiculed.

"Uh!"

The bald master teacher said, I didn't want to attend the class, I was planning to make trouble, but who knew it would turn out like this?

Ah Rishan was silent. He actually wanted to ask questions in the middle of the process, but the content of Sun Mo's lecture had too much impact on him, and he didn't understand some of it, so he didn't dare to ask at all.

After all, if you want to make things difficult for others, you must do it yourself, right?

If not, wouldn't that be asking for advice?

"By the way, according to Teacher Sun's theory, there should be several formulas for the main structure of the spirit pattern. If you know it, can you apply it and build the spirit pattern yourself?"

Analysis by famous bald teachers.

Everyone was silent, thinking deeply, because they didn't understand, so they didn't dare to talk nonsense.

"Oh, what are you thinking about? Just ask Mr. Sun?"

"Yes, let's go together!"

Many of the famous teachers among them planned to find trouble with Sun Mo, but now, they have long put this matter behind them and turned to humbly asking for advice.

Ah Rishan endured it, but couldn't hold it back, and followed. After all, he was also curious.

Wanyan Mei looked at these famous teachers with a calm look, with a touch of contempt, she couldn't even understand this kind of content, she was a waste.

And this Sun Mo, we should try our best to keep him.

……

At lunch time, Jiang Ji ate with a boy. While eating, he explained the skills of the exercises he was practicing.

"Too vain work, the emphasis is on the word 'cheat', false and true, unpredictable,"

Halfway through Jiang Ji's speech, Liu Zongyuan came.

"Old Jiang, have you heard?"

Liu Zongyuan took a sip of noodles, and broke the news seriously: "Sun Mo has changed to a large lecture hall, and there are dozens of famous teachers among the people attending the class."

Jiang Ji's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly lost the mood of teaching students.

"You have to work hard. If this goes on like this, you will be number one on the list of outstanding teachers, and you will lose your guarantee at the end of the festival."

Liu Zongyuan whispered in a low voice.

"Don't worry about it!"

Jiang Ji got up and left the table.

Desperate?

There are some, because given him three months, he can't guarantee that the number of students attending the class will be full, because this is at Fulong Academy.

The students are all taking courses from famous teachers, and my little ink is not enough to type.

Jiang Ji would still dare to fight if he were to switch to a top grade D school.

But Sun Mo did it in Fulong.

"But I won't give up. I can't do it in lectures, so it's better than teaching students."

Jiang Ji has found a few good seedlings, as long as he shines in the autumn hunting festival, he will also be famous.

……

In the following week, Sun Mo's life entered a fixed cycle.

Morning exercises, teach Xian Yuwei, two classes, then go to the library to study for half an hour, read some classics, and then go to the practice room to give Xian Yuwei massage, pair practice, and point out mistakes in practice.

Sun Mo's popularity is rapidly rising.

Especially between students and teachers who specialize in spirit patterns.

A quasi-grandmaster is giving a lecture, and whoever hears it is not allowed to take a look.

At first, some people questioned the authenticity of Sun Mo's original spirit pattern. After all, it might have been plagiarized from the classics found in the dark ruins, but gradually, no one doubted it.

Because spirit patterns can be copied, but knowledge cannot be faked.

The content of Sun Mo's lectures was so high-end that even some senior students found it hard to hear, and Wan Yanmei had to attend every class, which indirectly boosted Sun Mo's popularity.

This princess of the Kingdom of Jin was beautiful and proud, and she was extremely talented in the study of spirit patterns, but even she came to attend Sun Mo's class, and she never failed a game, which showed that Sun Mo was excellent.

In the early morning, the sun was shining brightly, shining into classroom 302.

A few girls entered the classroom, took a look, and became depressed.

"Why so many people?"

"Forget it, go to the next door and wait!"

"Can't I choose another classroom for self-study?"

The girls complained, but when they came over again after seven o'clock, they found that not only were there not many people, but even outside the corridor, some people had gathered.

"By God, these people are not going to listen to Teacher Sun's class later, are they?"

Several girls were stunned.

"Several beauties, if you want to listen to Sun Mo's class, you have to come at least two hours in advance."

A boy took the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

"Two hours?"

Several girls exclaimed: "Isn't that too exaggerated? Isn't it just a trainee teacher?"

But just after he finished speaking, many people stared at him with dissatisfaction, and some even scolded him directly.

"Please speak respectfully, what do you mean by 'no it'?"

"What happened to the trainee teacher? There is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. Have you never heard of it?"

"Mr. Sun wants to become a full-time student. Isn't it a matter of minutes? How blind is the school leader to let him go?"

Listening to the students' discussions, the girls were terrified, and then they discovered that there were still many famous teachers sitting in the classroom.

One, two, three...

"By God, there are 35 of them!"

They saw that there were six stars on the school badge on the chest of one of the famous teachers, and that even famous teachers of this level came to listen to Sun Mo's class...

"Who is that intern teacher?"

Ding!

Congratulations, the total favorability you receive is +2108.

Listening to the system's notification sound, Sun Mo was satisfied, the sweat has been paid, and the day of harvest has come.

If only Murong Mingyue could be brought back with him besides the chief title when he left.

So after class, Sun Mo visited Murong again, that cold woman.

This time, I want to conquer you.

Chapter 833 An Impossible Bet!

Murong Mingyue leaned against a dead peach tree and stared blankly at the sky. It has been a long, long time!

Winter on the prairie always comes earlier.

The cold north wind made Murong Mingyue's cheeks red, and also chilled her heart.

boom! boom! boom!

Murong Mingyue's fist hit the peach tree behind her repeatedly. Only pain could make her irritable mood better for a while.

"The clear sky is blue and cloudless, just like this heart, empty."

Sun Mo wanted to be literary, but what he said was dry.

When Murong Mingyue heard the stranger's voice, she walked straight away, her buckskin boots broke dry branches and made a clicking sound.

"Murong, it's rare to meet, and we both like to watch the white clouds and dogs go around, why don't we have a chat?"

Sun Mo pretended to meet by chance. In fact, he had been looking for this cold woman for a long time.

With Sun Mo's current fame, it's not too easy to inquire about a teacher's background. After all, if there is no accident, he will definitely become his colleague.

This is a quasi-grandmaster. Many famous teachers will never have friends of this level in their lifetime, so they actively help.

Of course, they didn't dream of gaining Sun Mo's friendship, but they still hoped for at least getting acquainted with each other.

However, after Sun Mo asked around, he realized that Murong Mingyue had very few friends. It could be said that she was an extremely withdrawn woman.

If it was a sudden death, no one would notice it for ten days and half a month.

Fortunately, Murong Mingyue is pretty enough, there are always some men who secretly pay attention to her.

The dormitory, library, classrooms, and this long-dead peach grove are the places where Murong Mingyue spends all the year round.

"You scholars in the Central Plains are indeed full of male thieves and female prostitutes. If you want to sleep with me, you can just say..."

Murong Mingyue glanced at Sun Mo with a bad look.

"As expected of a barbarian, straightforward enough. I heard that on your prairie, there is a custom of snatching relatives. I wonder if I am qualified to participate?"

Sun Mo seemed steady, but his heart was already pounding.

Done!Done!

Playing Boyie failed.

By the way, this woman has eaten explosives, so she has such an aggressive attitude?

If Murong Mingyue wasn't a quasi-grandmaster, Sun Mo really wanted to give up. Looking at her face, it was obvious that she had been frozen here for a long time.

What's even more frightening is that her right hand was scratched and blood flowed out from beating the peach tree.

Normal people, who would do such a thing?

Could it be an intermittent neurosis?

Or?

Lovelorn?

Thinking of this, Sun Mo suddenly felt a little upset.

Murong Mingyue's figure, because she was wearing cotton clothes, couldn't tell the size, but her appearance was so beautiful, just this face was enough to make people obsessed.

Thinking of this superb woman already in love, Sun Mo wanted to beat her boyfriend up.

Hey!

It's damn possessive.

"Sorry, I don't like your face."

Murong Mingyue pursed her lips and looked at Sun Mo up and down: "It's too ugly."

Sun Mo was taken aback, then smiled wryly: "Do you want to be so straightforward? My self-esteem can't stand being trampled on like this by you."

"Have the guts to chase after women, but don't have the courage to listen to women's bad words?"

Murong Mingyue despises it.

"Then tell me, how handsome and good your boyfriend is, making you feel sad here?"