Ling Xiao was not as angry as Hu Huan expected. She sighed quietly and said, "Sister, I also know that it doesn't look good with makeup like that."
She suddenly smiled slyly and said, "It's just because it doesn't look good and some people won't like it, that's why I wear makeup like that!"
Hu Huan shook his head blankly and said, "I don't understand!"
Ling Xiao opened the lunch box and said, "I don't want you to understand."
"Fast food!"
"Eat well and go to class."
"Today is the first day, so you can't be late."
Hu Huan suddenly became energetic. Wonton Hou is a time-honored brand in the capital, and the small wontons are a specialty in the capital. All kinds of Beijing-style pastries, donkey rolling, three-bubble, pea yellow and other snacks are also made authentically.
Ling Xiao was afraid that Hu Huan would not be full, so she ordered ten bowls of wontons. She ate half of the bowl and a few snacks, and she was full. However, Hu Huan ate up the remaining nine bowls of wontons and snacks.
Ling Xiao smiled and took a walkie-talkie, and said something casually. After a while, someone knocked on the door. She opened the door, and there were two maids with quick hands and feet, who started to clean the room.
She said to Hu Huan: "Let's go." She left the room with two maids.
Hu Huan had never seen this before, and he couldn't help but be surprised again. Now he finally understood what a real rich person looked like.
"It's a pity that I will never be as rich as Sister Ling in this life, and I won't be able to live this kind of life."
When the two people returned to the Modern Literature Museum and appeared in class, they aroused everyone's surprise.
Xiao Jianseng had a feeling that as an elder, his brother was also an elder, so he should take care of Hu Huan. This guy was only so young, but he stayed out all night with girls...
This is not normal!
Just as he was thinking about how to persuade Hu Huan, an old man with a white beard walked in with a smile, accompanied by Colonel Yan Lingse, the head teacher of Special Class 25.
Yan Lingse respected this old man with a white beard very much. He first invited the old man to the podium, and then introduced to the students: "This is Professor Hu Zhongyong from Academia Sinica. He is also an academic authority in the awakened and professional industries. Many of you
The practice concepts and auxiliary equipment are all written by Professor Hu Zhongyong."
"He is here to give you the first lesson, how awakened people can improve their awakening level, and how awakened people can find jobs and become professionals."
Yan Lingse didn't say much, introduced Hu Zhongyong's identity and what he was going to talk about later, got off the podium and sat at the back of the classroom.
The large classroom of the Modern Literature Museum can accommodate two to three hundred students attending lectures at the same time. Currently, there are only fifty-seven students, which naturally seems quite empty.
Hu Huan and Ling Xiao both sat at the back, but they didn't expect that the head teacher Yan Lingse was also sitting at the back. Ling Xiao didn't think so, but Hu Huan felt a little uncomfortable.
He is a serious student, but he is still a little afraid of the teacher and is not used to sitting so close to him.
Professor Hu Zhongyong, an old man with a beard, walked up to the podium with a smile and said: "I know that in this 25th Military Special Combat Talent Training Course, a dozen students have become professionals, and they have become professionals.
You don’t need to listen to this class, but you’re here now. Now that you’ve come, make peace with it and just listen to it.”
The old man was very kind and humorous. He quickly grasped the atmosphere of the class. He stretched out a finger and said to all the students: "Can you feel what's on my finger?"
Hu Huan had already sensed that weak spiritual waves were blooming on the old man's fingers, and he was obviously releasing spiritual energy, but he did not speak.
In the classroom, six or seven lively students rushed to shout: "It's spiritual power, it's spiritual power..."
Hu Zhongyong laughed and said: "You guys feel it again, what will it be this time?"
Hu Huan was slightly shocked. From the fingers of the old man with a white beard, he sensed an extremely familiar energy wave that penetrated deep into his soul. It was completely different from spiritual power. It had a completely different nature. It was lively and approachable.
Ling Xiao whispered: "It's true energy!"
Hu Huan did know that a long time ago, in order to distinguish the different energies between heaven and earth, some ancient organizations called the legendary Buddhist and Taoist practices true qi, and called the other types bad qi, miscellaneous qi, and source qi. Later, they gradually determined
Got the name spiritual power.
He awakened the source of spiritual power, and there was a spiritual power in his body, but it was not powerful, but he had never seen true energy!
"Is this true anger?"
“It feels so amazing!”
In the class, many students recognized that Professor Hu Zhongyong's fingers were radiating true energy. Other students who were a little smarter guessed it even if they had never seen true energy.
Professor Hu Zhongyong said with a smile: "Yes, this is true energy."
"Later, I will send a mental method for cultivating Zhen Qi to every student. You can all try to practice it."
"Nowadays, all countries call the practice of Zhenqi the ancient method, or the classical method, and the practice based on spiritual power is called the new method."
"The practice of new methods, as well as various methods of absorbing the essence of alien monsters, and the natural awakeners, constitute today's 117 professions in the seventh-level and fifteenth-level clans."
"There is only one kind of ancient practice, and it cannot be called a profession. They are the immortals we often see in various literary works."
"Spiritual power will backfire. If you are not careful in practicing the new method, your body will be distorted and transformed into a monster, but true energy will not. If you practice true energy, you will be safe and sound..."
"Teacher, why doesn't anyone practice Qi nowadays?"
A bald man with glasses and a gentle manner stood up and asked his question. Many students also looked puzzled.
Professor Hu Zhongyong chuckled and said: "Because it's too slow. The fullness of Qi and spiritual power between heaven and earth is about one to fifty. It may take eighty or ninety years to practice Qi to barely reach the peak of mortal life. Luck
If it’s good, you might be able to step into the realm of true energy.”
"But by practicing the new method, many people with good qualifications can become awakened in one or two years, and they can find jobs and become professionals in three to five years."
"There are even some among you who awaken naturally without any training. This is the advantage of the new method."
Hu Zhongyong's explanation made the students agitated. People kept standing up and asking various questions. He also answered them one by one with a smile. The atmosphere in the class was quite lively for a while.
Hu Huan didn't have any problem, but he also heard his interest. Occasionally, a few words from the white-bearded old man made several memory fragments in his mind merge, and he gained a little more understanding.
“The new law is a last resort!”
He sighed softly in his heart, and suddenly wanted to see what kind of classical method this old professor would hand out later.
He really wanted to try the Qi cultivation method.