As soon as Li Mochen walked into the gate of Linden College, he was warned by the grade counselor who came over.
"Listen! Andre, I know there is a reason for your absence from school these days. But what the hospital said is that you were discharged three days ago, right? Why have you been absent from school these days? Where did you go?
I don't care where you have been or what you have done. I only care about your grades now. Next week, there will be two unit tests (unit test chapter
Test is an important part of the American high school classroom. The test is long, often takes up a class, and accounts for a large proportion of the entire GPA. The midterm exam will also come in two weeks. Did you know
?I don’t want to see your grades go down, Andre!”
"I understand, sir. I am very confident in these two weeks of testing."
Although the grade counselor's tone was harsh and his eyes were fierce, Li Mochen knew that this person had good intentions. If he was really indifferent, how could he know that he had left the hospital three days ago?
"You don't understand!"
The forty-year-old white man seemed to be about to get angry, but in the end he snorted and endured: "I hope you are telling the truth, I will watch you. Little guy, you are different from others now.
, understand? For you, taking a step back is an abyss, a hell. You have to work several times as hard as others to avoid falling from here. I hope you remember this sentence. Of course, if you are ready to die,
If so, you can pretend I didn’t say it.”
Li Mochen felt helpless. His majestic ‘Shenxiao Wuji Zixu Immortal King’ could not even handle the exams for middle school students?
If it was just the content in the textbook, he would have already understood and memorized it. But if it was outside the textbook - he had already learned the three courses of mathematics, physics and chemistry last night to the content of the twelfth grade.
This is Li Mochen's self-imposed priority, and the priority is far higher than the few books he borrowed from Linden's internal library, so he is still very confident about the next test.
"Ahmo, don't be angry. Mr. Richard is a good man. There are only a few people in school who can treat us dark-skinned guys equally like him. He is just caring about you -"
After the grade counselor left, William carefully looked at Li Mochen's expression: "You don't know, he has been asking me about you every day these days, and he is even planning to report to the police station today."
"So, this person is indeed a great teacher and worthy of admiration!"
Li Mochen nodded slightly, then looked at William: "In your eyes, am I so ignorant?"
"You have had a quarrel with him before, don't you remember about going out to work?"
William Jacques was still a little worried: "Ahmer, are you okay with this midterm exam? Do you know? Many people in Class A and Class B are waiting to see your jokes, Ahmer."
Li Mochen couldn't help but let out a 'tsk' sound, and walked towards the south of the school: "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well worry about yourself!"
When the two came to the exclusive gymnasium of the Cold Weapon Fighting Club, it was already very lively.
Although several coaches have not arrived yet, a dozen students, including Louise Linden, are consciously doing various fighting skills or equipment exercises in the gym.
Li Mochen keenly noticed that there were two more beautiful girls in the crowd, so his heart began to beat abnormally.
This made Li Mochen frown and hurriedly turned into the men's locker room.
——It has not been completely restored, and some traces left four days ago can still be seen, which made Li Mochen couldn't help but have some associations.
Fortunately, there was a bloodstone necklace. Li Mochen took the initiative to activate the runes on the necklace, and with the help of the cold air coming from his chest, he kept his consciousness in a state of 'calm and peaceful, free from dust and dirt'.
When he finished changing his clothes and walked out of the locker room, he didn't even look sideways and didn't even look at anyone else. He walked directly to the east end of the gymnasium and started sparring with William.
The latter uses a pair of double swords, and his moves are fierce and sharp. He likes to use dazzling attacks like wind and rain, leaving people unable to deal with them. In the past, this swordsman's sword skills often made the original owner suffer, but today's
Li Mochen is no longer what he used to be. In his eyes, William's sword skills are full of flaws. Every move has flaws. He is not fast when he should be fast, and he speeds up desperately when he should be slow.
Li Mochen was very patient. He planned to let William use it freely, and then consider a complete teaching plan after he had a complete picture of this guy's fighting skills and habits.
He still remembered his previous promise to William that he would take time to teach the latter's fighting skills recently, although this man must not have taken his words to heart.
But when nine o'clock arrived, several coaches in the club started to go to work, and William Jacques was called away. Li Mochen was left alone in the corner, with no one paying attention. There was no coach to give him advice, and there was no other one.
A classmate wants to spar with him.
Li Mochen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, thinking that the original version of Li Mochen's presence in the club was really weak and pitiful, and his popularity was so poor that it was unbearable to see.
Of course, this does not rule out that the original owner has just transferred to another school, but what is certain is that the club has obviously given up the hope of letting him go further in the afternoon game. At this time, even William, who entered the loser group,
Someone made a special plan for him, but no one paid attention to him who entered the second round.
So in the next hour, Li Mochen could only practice alone. He was mainly doing strength training with equipment. At this time, he needed a variety of physical exercises to help him achieve the results of the several medicines he had recently taken.
Maximum strengthening effect.
But just when he thought the morning would be spent like this, the black-haired girl he had met twice before suddenly walked up to him and stretched out her hand to him in a friendly manner.
"Is this Andrea, classmate? Let me introduce myself. My name is Angela Medici. I transferred to another school four days ago and am now your classmate. You can call me Angel——"
Li Mochen's face was slightly cold, thinking what was this girl doing to come to him? Is it to apologize?
He was full of precautions in his heart, but he still shook hands with the other party politely: "Hello, classmate Medici. What can I do for you?"
"Andre's tone is so cold."
Angela smiled: "I'm sorry for what happened four days ago, and I hope you can forgive my companion's recklessness. My personal butler told me that you are safe now, right?"
"I'm in good condition now, and you don't need to apologize. After all, I was wrong at the time, not to mention you gave me enough compensation."
Li Mochen was very generous about this matter. After all, he was the Immortal King of the Original Sky Realm, and naturally he also had the bearing of an Immortal King. Although the process was embarrassing and caused Li Mochen the greatest shame and humiliation in his life, he is still so old.
As a person, it is hard to argue with two little girls. He is not narrow-minded in this regard.