Eight Hundred and Sixtieth Chapters Worried Students

"Mr. Sun, student Tuoba Cong, I have something important to tell you."

The person who came was Tuoba Cong, although Sun Mo didn't see him, but listening to the tone, the other party's cynical face seemed to appear in front of him.

Sun Mo didn't answer.

Tuoba Cong waited for less than a minute, then became impatient and continued to report.

"Mr. Sun, with your current reputation, there will definitely be students who will worship you as a teacher."

Tuoba Cong first put a high hat on Sun Mo, and then began to explain the predicament he was about to encounter: "But don't look at Fulong Academy as a super famous school, and not all talented students, after all, where there are people, just Even if it is our principal, we cannot refuse the children of some important people to study here."

"So, this list in my hand is very important. It can prevent you from falling into the pit and receiving garbage students."

Sun Mo was delighted: "Do you want to sell intelligence?"

"Ha ha!"

Tuoba Cong was worried that he would annoy Sun Mo. After all, famous teachers always regarded money as dung, so he used a chuckle instead, which was self-evident.

"I do not need."

Sun Mo refused, saying in his heart that I have the double insurance of divine insight and ancient massage, and it would be strange if I could receive waste.

"Based on your current record, you should definitely stay in school, but who would despise your reputation? I still have a list of talented students who have fallen into a bottleneck. With your teaching strength, It must be able to get them out of the woods and shine.”

Tuoba Cong made persistent efforts.

"Do you still know what to leave blank? Do you want to say later that I can also gain a higher reputation?"

Sun Mo sighed and felt a little depressed. This student has a high emotional intelligence, but he doesn't need to be on the right track.

"My family is poor and I have no choice. I have to get more food for my brothers and sisters."

This is starting to sell badly again.

If you change to another famous teacher, you can not only help a student, but also get information, a win-win situation, why not do it.

"How much do you want to buy?"

Sun Mo asked.

"I don't want money."

Tuoba Cong bent down and looked humble: "You have an unimportant Tianji exercise, you can reward me with one."

"Tianji? You have such a big appetite!"

Sun Mo pouted, this student is so greedy.

"Teacher, you have misunderstood. I naturally don't dare to speak out loudly to others. After all, people think of the Heavenly Pillar as more important than life, but you are different. You have several kinds of holy-level exercises, right? ? Then the Tianji Cultivation Technique is garbage to you, just give me one of them."

Tuoba Cong can speak quite well.

In one sentence, he not only praised Sun Mo, but also explained the reason for the practice, and kept his posture extremely low.

"You're right, the Celestial Extreme Grade Cultivation Technique is irrelevant to me, but I don't want to give it to you."

Sun Mo chuckled: "Tuoba Cong, focus on cultivation. Money is just a symbol defined by the strong. When you become really strong, you will find that money is useless."

"I want the practice, just to improve myself!"

Tuoba Ye cried out in humiliation, but his heart skipped a beat, because his original intention was to sell the exercises for money, but Sun Mo didn't expect Sun Mo to see people so accurately.

"If you want to practice, you can. Whether it's the Hunter King's hegemony or the chief challenge of Fulong, as long as you make it into the top 100, I'll give it to you for nothing."

Sun Mo encouraged.

"Really?"

Tuoba Cong's eyes lit up.

"You have a phonograph in your pocket, isn't it just to leave evidence?"

Sun Mo sneered.

"Uh!"

Hearing this, Tuoba Cong sweated profusely, how did he know?

To do this kind of transaction, you must keep one hand. What if the other party does not acknowledge the account, or troubles you afterwards?

But Tuoba Cong didn't expect that Sun Mo had guessed it.

It's amazing, isn't it?

and many more?

He's not cheating on me, is he?

After hesitating for a moment, Tuoba Cong's strong desire to survive made Tuoba Cong kneel down subconsciously.

"Teacher, I was wrong."

Tuoba Cong kowtowed.

deny?

He didn't dare, because Sun Mo was so amazing, and there must be something extraordinary about a famous teacher who can reach the realm of a quasi-guru of spirit patterns.

"The gramophone is stuck in the sole of your left foot, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Sun Mo teased.

"teacher!"

Tuoba Cong was really scared to pee now, and then he was a little fortunate. Fortunately, he didn't pretend to be stupid, otherwise it would be over.

God is above, Sun Mo, no, how did Teacher Sun know that the phonograph stone is in the sole of my shoe?

Ding!

From Tuoba Cong's favorability +500, friendly (817/1000).

This is because of awe, the goodwill generated.

Tuoba Cong quickly took out the dagger, cut the sole of his shoe, and took out the phonograph...

"Don't bother, just keep holding it, or the same sentence, if you get the top 100, I'll give you a top-grade celestial technique."

It would be good if he could use a technique to arouse Tuoba Cong's fighting spirit.

"Thanks for the teacher's teaching, the students are leaving."

Tuoba Cong retired.

Sun Mo lay in the wool sleeping bag, looking at the top of the tent, a little distracted.

Tuoba Cong had a bad personality, but because of this, he gave up on him, and he was not worthy of being a famous teacher.

What is a famous teacher?

It is to help students find themselves and find the way to realize their own value.

Taking a step back, even if the student has achieved nothing, as long as he does not go down the wrong path, does not hurt other people, and can live a peaceful life, it is still possible.

For Tuoba Cong, his talent is excellent, and it is a pity to waste it, but if making money is what he feels happiest about, he can actually do it.

After all, no one can dictate what kind of life is the right life.

"Hey, it's so hard to teach students!"

Sun Mo scratched his hair, presumably if he became a saint, he wouldn't have such troubles, right?

All of a sudden, Sun Mo wanted to reach that realm. If he took a look at the world again, it might be a different color.

Without a word all night, Sun Mo slept soundly.

It was only the next morning that he was woken up.

The entire Chishi Mountain camp was full of boiling noises, and tens of thousands of students were gearing up for a big fight.

"Teacher, are you awake? I cooked porridge."

Xian Yuwei, who was meditating not far away, saw Sun Mo leave the tent, and immediately ran over with a lunch box, and served breakfast with both hands respectfully.

There are also eggs, jerky, and some pickles.

"When does the game start?"

Sun Mo looked into the distance, the morning sun was rising, reflecting a reddish orange.

"At eight o'clock, after Principal Murong released the white deer, it started."

Xian Yuwei was eager to try.

"Well, let's go eat."

Sun Mo was very surprised. Principal Fu Long didn't even come out to preside over such a grand event. It was said that he was in seclusion, so he wouldn't die, right?

The students and famous teachers had to prepare the breakfast themselves, the school didn't care, and at eight o'clock, Murong Ye stood on the temporary high platform and placed a white deer on a psychic formation.

Swish!

After a flash of light, the white deer disappeared and was teleported to the hunting ground.

This also means that the Autumn Hunting Festival officially begins.

"Teacher, I'm going!".

Xian Yuwei shouted, mixed in the tide-like crowd, and set off.

Sun Mo moved his body a bit and prepared to go for a walk, working hard to collect the white stars.