Yu Xingxing felt angry when he heard Mr. Mo say that he could meet his mother very conveniently.
Staring at Mr. Mo, he thought to himself: Isn't it because you can "interstellar teleportation"?
Are you still showing off here?
The two of them stared at each other, and Mr. Mo looked at him with his little eyes. This posture obviously said:
"I do have a way, but I won't send you there directly. If you want to go, you can go by yourself.
And you have to learn all my weird magics, and finally I will teach you this ‘interstellar teleportation’.”
"But, I just want to be a quiet scientist, and then have a group of children with Sister Fang. This is my biggest dream."
Yu Xingxing screamed in his heart, "I don't want to be a savior or a supreme being! Being able to see my mother is another dream of mine."
"You have too many dreams. The most realistic thing to do now is: learn from me as soon as possible. If you delay any longer, it will be too late."
"No, no,..., let me think about it again, let me think about it again, and I will reply to you tomorrow." Yu Xingxing still resisted.
Mo Lao really wanted to force him to practice immediately; but looking at his stubborn look, he knew that if he was forced to force him, he would definitely not practice well. He had to be very proactive and cooperate with the practice.
Finally, Mr. Mo took a deep breath and glanced at Yu Xingxing: "I'll wait for your news tomorrow."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Yu Xingxing is no longer the original Yu Xingxing, he is no longer the little brat who agreed casually and broke appointments casually.
He has to think carefully. Once he agrees, he will be in danger of going through hell and fire.
…
Yu Xingxing got up early the next morning. Their home was a two-story villa with a small gym downstairs.
While the breakfast machine automatically made porridge, steamed dumplings, omelettes and other breakfast items, he went to the gym and did fifteen minutes of running and equipment exercise.
The strong muscles are tightly attached to the bones, and there is not a trace of fat on the body. After exercise, the capillaries all over the body are opened, and dense beads of sweat are secreted.
You need to absorb the Time Beads you get from winning the championship this time.
He took out fifteen energy beads and placed them on the table one by one.
He closed his eyes and began to meditate, and then absorbed them one by one. He still couldn't absorb fifteen at the same time.
After half an hour, all is absorbed.
A new system prompt appears in my mind:
[Lianyu: The language that connects different worlds, Bronze level, increased by 1;
Jiayu: Enhance the impact on the target, and increase by 1 along with the shock;
Qian Tian: Gold attack, the material is metal, brass grade, increase by 1;
Respectful: Change the opponent's attitude and make the target respectful, Bronze level, increase by 1;
Ninja stone: physical endurance and endurance, bronze level, increased by 1;
Huai Bi: Psychological attack power, making the target feel guilty and painful, Bronze level, increase by 1;
When the energy increases by 5;]
He also didn't get the Zepao skill. It is said that you have to help others to improve your own Zepao. Yesterday, Sister Fang helped him, so he himself must not have improved.
The time energy has reached 5. As long as it reaches 10, it can be upgraded to the time grain stage level 2.
I don’t know if the coach will gain anything from taking them to the real “La Lian Library” today.
After taking a shower, I sat down to eat breakfast and listen to the news.
He was always paying attention to the movements in the La Lian Library. Last time he heard the news that the number of life forms in it was increasing. He wondered if it had something to do with the dark dimension that Mr. Mo mentioned.
I heard that Mr. Mo’s old enemy Linghun has recruited a large number of disciples and disciples. Could this be related to this?
Linghun is a demon from the dark dimension. He once dominated the earth and was trapped by Mr. Mo using the "Time Sword Thread Hub". He could only sign an agreement with Mr. Mo not to invade the earth.
However, Linghun's coveting of the earth did not stop for a moment, and he could not attack externally. He thought of internal disintegration, recruited a large number of heretics who were obsessed with profit and wanted to live forever, and were ready to make a comeback anytime and anywhere.
These Yu Xingxing all knew about it, and he just followed it as news. He never thought that these heretics and Ling Hun would have anything to do with him, and he didn't want to have anything to do with it. He didn't know what Mr. Mo's opinion was.
The school competition is a confrontation drill on the playground, and when it comes to the municipal competition or above, it is a real training experience in the training library.
This is why the coach takes them to the training library.
…
Mao Ling'er jumped on the table and watched him take a bite of the fried egg. The sticky yolk inside stuck to his lips, and he wiped it with a tissue.
"Mao Ling'er, you don't need to eat, are you hungry?" Looking at Mao Ling'er's big watery eyes, Yu Xingxing couldn't help but want to tease it.
"I'm full." After a pause, Mao Ling'er continued to ask: "Did you give your little pocket to Sister Fang?"
"Huh? Yes, I want to thank her for accepting it."
"Did you do bad things with the little pocket?" Mao Ling'er's reasoning skills are still very good.
"How is it possible? How could I do something bad?" After taking a big bite of steamed buns and a mouthful of porridge, Yu Xingxing continued, "It's just a little mistake, a little mistake, it's no big deal."
"However, if you do this, both of you may be punished. Not only will you be punished, but Sister Fang will also be implicated."
"I hope the principal can let us go. The situation was too urgent at that time. You don't know, if I tell you where I am, I may not even be able to play in the subsequent games."
"But you just use this reason to blame your mistake on Sister Fang? Are you still a man?"
"..." Yu Xingxing was stunned when he heard this.
"A man would never do this. If he were a man, he would admit his mistakes and take responsibility for it. If Sister Fang, a girl, takes the responsibility, what kind of man can he be?" Mao Ling'er added.
Yu Xingxing was stunned after saying a few words. Yesterday, he felt that Sister Fang had been punished for him and escaped the disaster, and he was still complacent. At this time, Mao Ling'er's words were useless.
He lowered his head and stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, hiding a trace of panic in his heart.
Mao Ling'er is right, absolutely right.
Sister Fang has been taking the blame for him since she was a child. Because she was naughty and did many wrong things, when the teacher asked, Sister Fang would often say that it was her who did it. Teachers also did not want to punish a student as good as Sister Fang, and often used "not doing better" as an example.
By prevaricating.
Yu Xingxing had always taken it as a matter of course and didn't feel anything was inappropriate; but now, he would definitely not continue to do that.
"Mao Ling'er, I realize that although you are a cat and a robot cat that is neither male nor female, you are a very loyal cat, a very just cat, a very backbone cat, and a very moral cat.
,I like."
After taking another sip of porridge, Yu Xingxing continued, "I'm going to admit my mistake today. I can't wrong Sister Fang. By the way, I want the little bag back."
The latter sentence is the key point, especially after hearing Brother Zi's regretful tone last night, I can be sure that that pocket must be a big treasure.
In addition, he thought that since the winning Shi Neng Pearl had been absorbed anyway, the principal could not take it back; if he really wanted to, he could only see how he could get more from him in the future and then return it.
"Just admit your mistakes." Mao Ling'er was also afraid that he would always have a psychological burden, so it would be better to take it off and travel lightly.
"By the way, why do you think Mr. Mo is so persistent in wanting to
Am I his disciple? Is it because I'm more handsome than him?" Yu Xingxing changed the subject at the right time. He couldn't be criticized all the time.
Mao Linger has three black lines on her face.
"Tell me, why am I more handsome than him?" Yu Xingxing looked at Mao Ling'er with a smile.
It's not over yet.
"I never thought that being handsome could have such benefits."
Mao Ling'er couldn't bear it anymore. Seeing Yu Xingxing's narcissistic look on his face, he really wanted to say: "It's better to take a look at yourself."
"Maybe Mr. Mo took a fancy to your ability to brag about yourself."
"What's wrong with self-bragging? Bragging costs money. You don't know how many people wanted to take a photo with me yesterday. Also, my number of fans suddenly increased dramatically. Have you watched Weibo and videos?"
"Since you like the feeling of being surrounded so much, why don't you agree to Mr. Mo? After becoming a hero, won't you be worshiped by everyone even more?"
What Mao Ling'er said is a question, a very good question.
But, does he really want to be a hero?
He felt that Mr. Mo might as well give him a Rolex Master watch, which would be more practical. At least it could not only be shown off, but could also be sold for money.
The "Time Sword Thread Hub" and the magic cloak, if the owner does not establish a connection with them, they will be just ordinary gems and cloaks in the eyes of others.
No one would believe it if I told it to them, and people wouldn't necessarily want it if it was given to them for free, let alone sell it for money.
"But becoming a hero is too hard, and it doesn't make any money." Yu Xingxing muttered.
What's the idea?
Do heroes still need money?
Does the hero still have time to spend money?
…
Mao Ling'er seemed to understand his mind: "You can't always think about money, although it is more important."
After Yu Xingxing's father disappeared, the country gave him a large amount of compensation, so he shouldn't have to worry about it in his life.
But he has developed the habit of analyzing the value and price of everything, and analyzing the investment-return ratio.
If Mr. Mo knew this weakness of his, he would probably take the bait right away.
"If someone gives me 100 million, I can do whatever I want." Here comes the daydream again, the big dream of always wanting to get rich.
"However, you still eat so much every day, sleep in such a big place, wear one set of clothes and one pair of shoes, and ride a speeding car. You need so much money for yourself. Don't you think it's going to burn you out?"
"I've never seen so much money and so many zeros."
"Things outside of you will always return to zero."
"The zero I am talking about does not mean the same thing as the zero you are talking about."
"If a big devil offered you 1 billion and accepted you as his disciple, would you agree?"
Mao Ling'er, did you do this on purpose? Do you know that you touched my sore spot?
"That's a good question. I'll think about it again."
"You still want to think about it? What if I give you 100 billion? I can buy all the top Bauhinia Villas in Wuhai City. Are you willing?"
"Mao Ling'er, I know it's impossible for you to say this, so I don't have to answer it at all."
After saying that, he stood up, and the table immediately put away the tableware, sent it to the automatic dishwasher, and the chairs returned to their positions.
Yu Xingxing picked up his coat and hat, changed into his shoes and set off.
"This child still lacks love, and now he is desperately trying to make up for it with money; but that is a bottomless pit."
Mao Ling'er came to this conclusion through psychological algorithm reasoning and shook her head.
Don't you know that Mao Ling'er's hypothetical choice actually happened to Yu Xingxing later?