When Douluo's stars shine

My name is Ma Hongjun, a great soul master, my martial soul is the Evil Fire Phoenix, and I am now a student of Shrek Academy.

This morning, I got up too late, and I was very afraid of being scolded by the teacher, especially since Principal Flanders had told us that he was going to ask about the chapter on flying martial arts today, and I didn’t even know the first sentence. Read well.There was a time when I really wanted to skip school and go for a run in the wilderness.

The weather is so warm and sunny!

The cooing sound of an owl near the forest reached my ears. Behind the college, the girl Cuihua was hanging clothes on the grass in the village.All of these were more attractive to me than the flying methods of flying martial arts, but I was unmoved and quickly ran to the school.

When I walked through the school gate, I saw many people standing there in front of the school gate where the notice board was placed.In the past two years, all college activities, including recruiting new students, collecting tuition fees, testing qualifications, and the subsidy policy of the Barak Kingdom, have been announced here.I didn't stop, but I was thinking:

"What's the matter?"

As I was running across the square, the blacksmith uncle who was reading the notice with his apprentice shouted to me:

"Ma Hongjun, there's no need to be in such a hurry; you won't be late no matter how late you go!"

Thinking he was kidding me, I ran into Mr. Friend's little classroom in a rage.

On ordinary days, there is always a commotion at the beginning of class, which can be heard in the village; the desks open and close, and everyone reviews the book loudly, and they all prick their ears in order to concentrate on the review; the teacher uses a loudspeaker to The ruler slapped the table and shouted:

"Please be quiet!"

I had hoped to take advantage of this commotion to sneak into my seat; but, as luck would have it, everything was quiet that day, as if it were a Sunday morning.From the window, I saw that the classmates were already sitting in their respective seats, and Mr. Flanders was walking back and forth with his frightening iron ruler under his arm.I had no choice but to open the door and walk in in this extreme silence.Whether my face is red and whether I am scared.Please think about it yourself.

Who knows, things are not like that at all.Mr. Friend looked at me, but was not angry. He said to me in a friendly manner:

"Come to your seat, my little pony Hongjun. If you don't come, we won't wait for you and start the lecture."

I stepped over the bench and immediately sat down at my desk.After calming down for a while, I noticed that our principal was actually wearing his light green tuxedo, with a multi-fold thin silk ball tied around the collar, and an embroidered black silk bowl hat on his head, which was only worn by imperial officials. Something to wear when you come to school for inspection or when tuition is collected in the new semester.Besides, the whole class seemed so unusual and solemn.But what surprised me the most was that at the end of the classroom, on the benches that were usually empty, there were some people from the village sitting quietly like us. Among them was an old tailor, with his three-cornered hat on his head. , there are retired village chiefs, retired messengers, and many others.All of these people had sad faces; the tailor also brought a copy of "The Ten Core Competencies of Wuhun" that was frayed on all sides and lay it open on his lap, with his big glasses lying across it.

Just when I felt strange after watching all this, Mr. Friend walked up to the podium, his voice still as gentle and serious as when he spoke to me just now, and he said:

"My children, this is the last time I will teach you here. As the master said, we must find a suitable mimic environment for you children and go to other academies affiliated with Tiandou Imperial City... We will set off soon .Today is your last class at Shrek Academy. I ask you to listen carefully."

These few words immediately made me flustered.ah!What a sad thing. It turns out that this is what they announced in front of the school gate.

This is the last lesson at Shrek Academy! …

I just made do and became a great soul master!From now on I can no longer go to Soto City to fight souls!This can only go so far! ...How much I hate myself, hate myself for wasting time, hate myself for putting down my books and running to accompany girls, and go on dates with Cuihua!My few books, which I found so annoying just now, carrying so much weight on the history of Tiandou and the Encyclopedia of Martial Spirits, are now like old friends for many years. Leaving them will make me very sad.The same goes for Mr. Friend.When I thought about him leaving here and never seeing this land again, he completely forgot about making me run in circles and beating me with a ruler.

The poor man!

It turned out that it was for this last lesson that he put on his festive costumes.Now I understand why these old people in the village came to sit at the end of the class.This seems to tell people that they regret coming to this elementary school too few times.This seems to be a way to thank our teachers for their hard work over the past decade to keep us safe; in addition, they also want to express their attachment to the teachers who are about to leave them.

When I was thinking about something like this, I heard my name being called.Turns out it was my turn to endorse.As long as I can recite the introduction to the flying martial arts in one breath, in a high-pitched voice, and clearly and accurately, I won't pay any price!But as soon as I memorized the first few words, I couldn't figure them out clearly. I just stood beside the stool and swayed from side to side. I felt very uncomfortable and didn't dare to raise my head.I only heard Mr. Friend say to me:

"I can't reprimand you any more, my little pony Hongjun. You've been punished enough. That's the way it is. Every day we say to ourselves, 'Forget it! We have plenty of time. Let's talk about it tomorrow.' But, you saw what happened today... Alas! The biggest misfortune of our civilian soul master academy is that we always postpone education until tomorrow. Now those schools in the Imperial City have the right to say this to us: 'What! You guys! It claims to be a soul master academy, but you don’t know anything about the content of our cultural classes!’ In this matter, my poor Ma Hongjun, you are not the one who is the most guilty. We all have a lot to blame ourselves for.”

"Your parents are not very insistent on letting you enter our school. They are still willing to send you to the Imperial City or Wuhun Palace to earn a few more gold soul coins. As for me, don't I have something to blame myself for? Didn’t I leave the book for you to read and let you go to the Soul Fighting Arena to fight souls to make money? If I wanted to go to the city to eat seabass, wouldn’t I just let you go casually?..."

Then Mr. Flanders talked about the history of Shrek. He said that this is the most glorious history in the civilian soul master academy, and it is also the most ups and downs and the most magnificent history. We should keep it among ourselves and never let it go. Forget, because when a college becomes a subsidiary of other colleges, as long as it preserves its history, it is like holding the key to the prison cell... Then he picked up a martial arts textbook and read a lesson to us.I'm surprised I understand it so clearly.Everything he said was very easy for me to understand.I believe that I have never listened to a lecture so carefully, and he has never taught a book with such patience.One could almost say that before he left, the poor man wanted to impart all his knowledge to us, to instill it all at once into our brains.

After finishing the lecture, I took practical classes.Mr. Friend prepared many brand-new puppets specially for this day. On the puppets, he wrote in beautiful cursive letters, "Shrek Academy sparring puppets."These puppets were placed on the flat ground where we were sparring, as if there were many real people surrounding the flat ground.How hard everyone practices their shots and how focused everyone is, it’s really a must-see.Apart from the sound of soul power colliding with wood, no other sounds could be heard.After a while, a few grasshoppers jumped into the field, but no one paid attention to them, not even Oscar, who was easily distracted. He was practicing his boxing and kicking skills wholeheartedly, as if this was also soul power training... On the roof of the school A group of pigeons were cooing quietly, and I was thinking to myself as I listened:

"Will the latecomers who take over the academy treat these little birds well?"

After a while, I always have to look up, and every time I see Mr. Friend sitting motionless on the podium, staring at the things around him, as if he wants to suck the whole house of this small school into his. Taken away in eyes. ...please think about it!For more than ten years, he has been staying in this place, facing the playground and the teaching building that has not changed.Just a bench desk.It has become smooth over time, the banana tree on the roadside has grown up, and the ivy he planted with his own hands now climbs up the window and touches the eaves.For this poor man, it must be such a sad thing to be away from all these things, listening to Teacher Zao Wuji and others coming and going in the room upstairs, packing their luggage!Because we will soon leave the Kingdom of Barak and never return.

However, he mustered up the courage to sustain this lesson to the end.The old tailor put on his glasses, held "Ten Competitiveness" in both hands, and read it with Cuihua and the others.It was obvious that he was also very attentive; his voice was trembling with excitement, and it sounded indescribable. We all really wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.well!I will always remember this last lesson.

Suddenly the big clock of Wuhundian Church struck twelve o'clock, and then the bell for midday prayer rang.At the same time, the sound of horse hooves coming from the moving convoy rang at the gate of our school... Mr. Flanders looked pale and stood up on the podium.I never noticed how tall he was.

"My friends," he said, "my, I...I..."

But something blocked his throat.He couldn't finish his sentence.

He then turned towards the blackboard, picked up a piece of chalk, pressed the pen with all his strength, and wrote as big as possible:

Long live Shrek

After writing, he still stayed there, leaning his head against the wall, saying nothing, and expressing to us with his hands:

"Class is over... let's go."