Chapter 187 Can you understand it? Don't BB if you don't understand it! (3 updates, in 1830
Yi Jiamin's face instantly turned red, like a cooked crab. Looking at the spirit pattern pen in Sun Mo's hand, his eyes were filled with humiliation and indignation.
He really wanted to take the pen, then splash the ink, draw a spirit-gathering pattern, and slap Sun Mo hard in the face.
But all this is a luxury, because he can't win.
At this moment, Yi Jiamin extremely regretted why he didn't work harder in the past few years. If he had worked hard, he wouldn't have to suffer such humiliation now.
In the final analysis, it is still my own lack of strength.
"Master Sun, we are all colleagues, there is no need to be so aggressive, right?"
Zhang Qianlin intervened to help Yi Jiamin. Since they were in the same camp, they were all familiar with each other.
"Oh, you want to draw it for him?"
Sun Mo showed an expression of sudden realization and handed the pen to Zhang Qianlin.
"Mom sells batches!"
Zhang Qianlin's face froze and he cursed in his heart, when did I say I would help him draw? But he was smarter than Yi Jiamin after all.
"This is Master Sun's class, I don't want to dominate the class."
The implication is that I am very powerful. If I draw it, you will lose face, so let it go.
"hehe!"
Sun Mo chuckled and activated the Divine Insight Technique.
Zhang Qianlin, twenty-five years old, burned blood five times, the son of Zheng Qingfang.
Occupation, one-star famous teacher, mastering four famous teacher auras, and extremely talented in spiritual patterns.
Strength 25, above average!
Intelligence 26, mature mind and developed mind, he is an outstanding academic talent.
Agility 28, extremely fast.
Endurance 23, slightly weaker.
Will 23, the young man is proud, energetic, and has never suffered setbacks, so it needs to be investigated!
…
Potential value, high!
Note, he is a teacher with excellent overall qualities.
Looking at Zhang Qianlin in Yushu Linfeng, with such excellent statistics, Sun Mo wanted to know, is this guy the son of Zhang Hanfu, who is as ugly as Wu Dalang?
A boy like Zhang Qianlin, if he was a student, would have been a school boy from a well-off family, with excellent morals and academics. Teachers would value him, girls would like him, and he would receive love letters every day.
If you work, you will be able to get both sides of the situation, and you will be highly relied upon by your boss. Look at his emotional intelligence, which is not bad.
What should I do? I’m a little jealous!
Sun Mo was most unhappy with this kind of winner in life: "I would like to ask, is the family next door to you named Wang?"
"No!" Zhang Qianlin changed the topic: "Master Sun, continue the class, the students are waiting for your wonderful performance!"
"good!"
With Zhang Qianlin showing weakness like this, Sun Mo couldn't be more aggressive, otherwise everyone would spread the word and say that he was arrogant and didn't take his colleagues seriously.
"cough!"
Sun Mo coughed, scanned the entire classroom, and then his eyes fell on Yi Jiamin's face: "Since Master Yi wants to appreciate my other spiritual pattern drawing skills, then I will show my shame."
"What? Teacher Sun painted other spiritual patterns?"
"made money!"
"Haha, you lost, give me the money quickly!"
The students perked up and stared at Sun Mo. The one who lost money just now shouted excitedly.
Sun Mo stood on the podium and fell into deep thought.
Which one to depict?
Xuanwu Spirit Pattern? No, if we go to the Dark Continent, Zhang Hanfu’s people will definitely do it themselves. When the time comes, the defensive Xuanwu Spirit Pattern can be used as a trump card and cannot be exposed now.
Then the only thing left is the Lightning Guardian Spirit Pattern. I designed this myself, and no one in the entire Middle-Earth and Kyushu knows it, so I can draw it with confidence.
Seeing Sun Mo standing still, Yi Jiamin felt that he had guessed correctly. Sun Mo must not be good at other spiritual patterns, so he couldn't help but try again.
"Master Sun, what are you going to do? Everyone is waiting to see!"
Sun Mo turned his head and looked at Yi Jiamin, with an arc from the corner of his mouth. Then he faced the blackboard and wrote the first stroke on the re-pasted spiritual pattern paper.
The entire classroom fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at Sun Mo's strokes with wide eyes.
Gradually, everyone's brows frowned.
Students who come to Sun Mo's class must know something about spiritual patterns. Regardless of whether they can draw or not, the basis of spiritual patterns is to recite the spiritual patterns.
Five hundred is basic, and one thousand is passing. As the saying goes, after reading a book a hundred times, its meaning will be self-evident. The same is true for spiritual patterns. If you can’t memorize them or recognize them, it’s like seeing a ghost if you can draw a successful spiritual pattern.
But now, the students are confused because they don't know which one Sun Mo drew!
"do you know it?"
"The spiritual lines are so complex, it should be the rebirth of a phoenix, right?"
"What are you talking about? If Phoenix Nirvana's wiring is like this, I'll eat shit!"
The students started arguing, and then their eyes fell on Yi Jiamin and Zhang Qianlin. These two teachers should know.
"Teacher, which spirit pattern did Teacher Sun draw?"
One student had the courage to ask, but he couldn't help it, he was just too curious.
"Quiet, don't disturb Teacher Sun."
Zhang Qianlin scolded, but his voice was loud. In addition to wanting to scare Sun Mo and make him fail, he also wanted to avoid embarrassment because he didn't know what the spiritual pattern was.
"Is it possible that I stayed up late studying before and that I was already prematurely aging and entering menopause early when I was only twenty-five?"
Zhang Qianlin racked his brains, and a series of spiritual patterns flashed through his mind, but he just couldn't match them. Then a terrible thought flashed through his mind.
"No, it won't happen. How old is Sun Mo, how can he create his own spiritual patterns?"
Zhang Qianlin laughed at himself, he was really stupid, how could he have such an idea? Even if he is a great spiritual pattern master, the most he can do is improve the spiritual patterns. It is too difficult to innovate unique spiritual patterns.
"Nima!"
Yi Jiamin was depressed. After thinking about it for a while, he stopped thinking about it, and then began to curse Sun Mo for his failure.
As the spirit pattern gradually took shape, the entire classroom began to fall into silence again. The students didn't know what the spirit pattern was, but they were all conquered by its beauty and couldn't bear to look away for a second.
This wiring, this layout, and this overall structure, my dear, I have an indescribable feeling, anyway, it is so refreshing!
China and Kyushu are still a semi-feudal and semi-slave society, and the productive forces have not even seen the seeds of capital, let alone sprouts.
So they don’t understand what industrial design beauty is at all.
As for the lightning guardian spirit pattern designed by the system, the arrangement will make even the most severe obsessive-compulsive disorder feel so comfortable.
boom!
As Sun Mo put away his pen, the spiritual energy in the classroom surged out, forming a tornado and pouring into the spiritual pattern paper.
This scene not only represents the completion of the spiritual pattern, but also means that the grade is very high, at least level five or above.
"..."
Yi Jiamin glanced at the door of the classroom. He really wanted to run away. Hey, is my brain rusty today? Why did I come to Sun Mo's spiritual pattern class to find trouble?
The tornado cyclone disappeared, and the students remained silent because they discovered that the composition of this spiritual pattern was completely different from the ones they had studied.
"pretty!"
Fang Yan cheered loudly and slapped the table.
boom!
The sound was so loud that it almost scared the students out of their wits.
Ding!
Favorability from Fang Yan is +30, reputation relationship is enabled, neutral.
Perfect!
Perfect!
Perfect!
Lu Changhe muttered to himself, leaning out of the desk. He wished he could stick it on the spirit pattern paper and appreciate it carefully.
“It is indeed beautiful!”
“It feels so weird, but so comfortable!”
"I don't know why, but when I saw this picture, my thoughts suddenly became clear. I felt like I could let go of everything, and that I could die without regrets."
The students were talking a lot.
"Teacher Sun, what kind of spiritual pattern is this?"
Fang Yan was curious.
Whoosh!
The students' eyes were directly fixed on Sun Mo, waiting for his answer.
"Master Yi, can you introduce me to everyone?"
Sun Mo joked.
When the students looked over, Yi Jiamin wanted to get into the desk immediately. It was so embarrassing.
He wanted to say what the hell did you draw? But the appearance of the tornado meant that the spiritual pattern was successful.
"Haha, don't you understand?"
Sun Mo asked.
Yi Jiamin was silent.
"If you don't understand, don't do it in my class from now on."
Sun Mo really wanted to do a set of three quality sets, but considering this was a class, he let Yi Jiamin go first.
Yi Jiamin had no shame in staying any longer and rushed out the door.
Zhang Qianlin was waiting for Sun Mo to answer, but this guy put away the spirit pattern paper and started talking about the spirit gathering pattern again, which almost made Zhang Qianlin angry to death.
The spirit-gathering pattern is your wife, do you talk about it every day?
"Teacher, isn't this your own spiritual pattern?"
Lu Changhe guessed.
The originally noisy classroom became quiet again, and the students stared at Sun Mo.
"Haha, Buddha said."
Sun Mo raised his index finger and put it to his lips: "Don't say it."
"Teacher, are you a devil? Stop tempting us and announce the answer quickly!"
The students pounded the table, shouted, and urged, but the atmosphere in the class was extremely harmonious. Today's new spiritual pattern also proved that Teacher Sun Mo knew other things.
"Quirk!"
The students could only guess this way.
Ding!
Favorability from Lu Changhe +30, friendly.
Zhang Qianlin scratched his head anxiously, wanting to press Sun Mo's head immediately and ask him to tell him the answer. He wanted to ask, but he couldn't. After all, asking, wouldn't it mean that he didn't know?
Hey, wait until get out of class is over!
The following time was like a year. When the bell rang for get out of class, Zhang Qianlin felt like it was dawn.
"finally come!"
Zhang Qianlin moved his buttocks slightly away from his seat and began to think about how to persuade Sun Mo not to refuse.
"Well, I'll say a few more words today."
Sun Mo actually has nothing to say. He just wants to disgust Zhang Qianlin. Don’t you want to listen to the lecture? I will let you listen to your fill.
"Tuotang? Do you still have humanity?"
Zhang Qianlin was depressed and sat back, thinking, let's continue waiting.
Finally, Sun Mo announced that get out of class was over, but before he could walk over, a group of students had already gathered around him, asking questions.
Sun Mo's popularity was a bit scary, but it was okay because he didn't have to speak, so Zhang Qianlin slowed down, pricked up his ears, and walked nearby to eavesdrop.
"Teacher Sun, what exactly is that spirit pattern?"
Fang Yan stood in front of Sun Mo like an iron tower, his bell-like eyes full of curiosity, desire, and some excitement.
"..."
Lu Changhe subconsciously glanced at the back of Fang Yan's butt. If you had another tail, you would really look like a shepherd dog waiting to be eaten!