Pirate Ninja Arrival

Snake Eyes glanced at Mo Yan, cherishing the words like gold: "Say."

"Hey, instructor, you also know that my ability can help others break through, right?" The last words were shocking, "I am going to set up a study group in the class and continue to strengthen training in my spare time. What do you think?"

Before Snake Eyes could answer, Class 12 except Hawking started making noise.

"Really? Student Mo Yan, are you serious?"

"If I choose me, I will recognize you as the boss."

"Boss Mo Yan, from today on, I, Ankit, will be your little brother."

"Go to hell Shangyan Jiang, Mo Yan, I'm messing with you."

The scene was very chaotic.

Until Snake Eyes shouted very impatiently: "Everyone, please turn left and run 10,000 meters ahead."

Okay.

The group was sent out for additional training.

Mo Yan didn't leave, he knew that Snake Eyes was deliberately sending away Class 12, and he had something to ask himself.

"With your ability, how many people can you help without affecting your own growth?" Snake Eyes went straight to the point.

He had seen the changes in Hawking, a weakling, this month, but Mo Yan had never increased the number of people assisting him, so he thought three people was the limit.

It doesn't seem to be the case now, or as he becomes stronger, this number is also getting bigger.

"The limit depends on how many shells a person has. Ahem, I did the math. Ten people should be about the same." Mo Yan almost let it slip.

As for the problem that affects his growth, this does not exist. He is not that stupid. Making money is just a matter of convenience.

Snake Eyes nodded when he heard the words, and immediately locked ten candidates in his mind, but he also understood that Mo Yan was not a good old man who liked to help others, and he must have his own ideas.

He stared at Mo Yan calmly and waited for the next words.

"Ahem, there are indeed some requirements for that." Mo Yan gestured a little with his finger, "Except for the three Hawkings, there are others who can stay in my team for more than six months. I hope you can apply directly to them. The selection trial for the elite training camp.”

Snake Eyes frowned slightly, but did not immediately refute. He raised his chin to signal Mo Yan to continue.

Mo Yan glanced at Class 12, which had only passed one-tenth of the way, and explained at a moderate speed:

“About the private coaching classes I offer, it’s not just about physical breakthroughs, but also other things.

I have been putting it off this month because of the Devil Fruit mission.

In fact, I have a set of training plans in mind, ranging from fighting to physical forging. Naturally, there is also a set of standards. If those who do not meet the standards, I must punish them by removing them from the team to force them to catch up. .

But you also know that I need Bailey to activate my abilities. If I directly stated the rules for elimination, I'm afraid there would be big objections, so hey. "

He didn't say any more at the end, knowing that Snake Eyes would understand.

Snake eyes understand?

Of course I understand.

To put it bluntly, Mo Yan raised the banner of Snake Eyes and used the fat of entering the elite training camp as bait, so that this private tutoring class would not be considered as a deliberate money trap by Mo Yan in the process of removing the scum and retaining the essence.

In the end, he was preparing to replace Snake Eyes and exercise the supreme power of the instructor to recommend elite training camps.

Snake Eyes didn't pay much attention to this.

Unless they train general-level students, it is difficult for them, the instructors of the recruit camp, to be promoted.

Currently, the only person in Class 12 who is qualified to be promoted to the general level is Mo Yan, and he is at least the lieutenant general level.

and so.

After some thought, Snake Eyes nodded and agreed to the establishment of Mo Yan's private tutoring class.

With the help of Mo Yan's special ability, it would be good to train a few more elites. Even if they fail, it can strengthen the physique of the ten students.

All benefit and no harm.

As for what benefits Mo Yan will gain from it, it has nothing to do with Snake Eyes.

Although the Warring States Marshal restricted Mo Yan's channels for obtaining a large number of Baileys, such as the military merits of proposing Hailoushi warships and the military merits of inventing instant noodles, etc., in order to better polish Mo Yan.

But it is still necessary to obtain Bailey in small amounts and let his abilities gradually increase.

Yes.

After Class 12 returned from a lap, Snake Eyes announced a news that made them red-faced and almost suffer cardiac arrest. Xiaokuihua Classroom, Ah Bah, and Mo Yan's private tutoring classes were now legally open.

“As long as a student can last six months under Sifengyuan Moyan, I will consider giving him a trial spot in the elite training camp.

Now, disband”

After leaving a word, Snake Eyes drifted away.

Mo Yan was once again surrounded by 99% of the students from Class 12. Shang Yanjiang stood alone outside the circle with a dark face, panting like a cow. Half of them were angry, and the other half was because they ran away.

Based on the experience last time, this time the students of Class 12 did not swarm over each other and stand three meters away from Mo Yan, waiting for Mo Yan to speak.

Too cute.

The three of them didn't have so many scruples. They squeezed out of the crowd and came to stand next to the boss.

Mo Yan glanced around and saw Kouri Akiko, Atwell, Maruyama Feng and other bastards in the crowd, and curled his lips.

I don’t have time to argue with you. I really think I have a good temper.

Instead of refusing by name on the spot, Mo Yan said loudly: "Everyone should have already inquired about my abilities, so I won't hide anything.

First of all, my private tutoring class is not free and requires a fee. Do you have any objections to this?"

According to the information revealed by Mo Yan, he needs to consume Bailey to activate his ability, so there is nothing wrong with charging.

People from wealthy families in the crowd had smiles of approval on their faces.

Only by charging money can you become stronger. If you don't have money, you will become stronger.

A small number of people whose families are relatively poor will inevitably mutter a few words of sourness when they are disappointed.

"What, they are all students in the same class, why do we have to charge?"

"That's right, if you help us become stronger now, we will repay you in the future."

"Can I give you credit first? I'll pay you back twice as much when I get stronger."

For these students who had objections, Mo Yan did not immediately stop them. Hawking, the calculator, had eyes like lightning and memorized them one by one. Then he looked at Mo Yan and nodded.

"Okay" Mo Yan pressed his hands, "Who is talking to you about the future? I am not a philanthropist. Now Hawking points out those who made a fuss just now. Please help throw them out of the team."

Hawking immediately read out the first name in unison: "Repadgett."

The crowd was quiet for a second.

Nobody moved.

Padgett, who was named, immediately sarcastically said: "Who do you think you are, Instructor Snake Eyes? Why should we listen to you?"

"That's right, isn't it just that your abilities are a bit strange? Why can you be the boss?"

"Let's all disperse and let him perform a one-man show by himself."

With the mentality that if I can't get it, others can't get it either, some students in the crowd started to boo.

Although he also received a few echoes, Hawking could clearly see that they were the same people he had just talked about sourly.

In this regard, the final sentence is the solution: ""