Principal Xiao felt a little strange. Could he still understand that Shen Ming was a guy who could make him suffer? He chose such a dark thing, so it was definitely not an ordinary thing.
Mo Fan was also curious, thinking that Shen Ming wanted to be a good person today? Isn't it his nature to plucking hair?
Looking at the suspicious looks of the two people, Shen Ming coughed lightly.
Hey guys, can you express your disbelief more clearly?
"The horn that fell off from the sacred unicorn is of no use to ordinary people, but it may not be useful to me! You haven't forgotten what my summoned beast is, have you?"
Shen Ming held the pitch-black horn in his hand and spoke slowly. Others could not feel the aura contained in this black stick, but as the owner of the one-horned horn in the sky, he was very familiar with this aura.
"You said this thing is the fallen horn of the sacred unicorn? You kid are not really planning to upgrade your sky unicorn! Don't blame me for not reminding you... all sacred unicorns have the bloodline
You are qualified to win the king, but have you ever seen anyone succeed? Once you fail, all the early training will be in vain, are you sure?"
Principal Xiao couldn't help but dissuade him and said that the painstaking efforts put into cultivating a summoned beast are very understandable. If one move is in vain, then he will probably regret it to death.
Of course, this was Principal Xiao's idea, but in fact, Shen Ming didn't have much investment in Cangtian Dujiao.
It was nothing more than a bottle of Baqi's blood. After all, he was already at the peak of the warrior level when he conquered the Sky One Horn, so it can be said that he was blessed by nature.
"It's not about whether I think about it or not. The blood concentration of my summoned beast is too high. Even if I don't want it to participate in winning the king, what about the other beasts in the resource space?
The stronger the strength, the higher the natural intelligence. This generation of sacred unicorns should not be dead yet. They still have dominance, but since they advanced to the sky unicorn, it seems that every summon comes with injuries.
Clearly, the fight has begun."
Shen Ming spread his hands helplessly. No matter the last time he was in the treasure-hunting space or this time he was on an outing mission, the unicorn beast had wounds of various sizes on its body. Although these wounds had healed, it was obvious that it had gone through a lot of trouble recently.
A brutal battle.
How can ordinary beasts dare to provoke a small commander-level realm and a great commander-level peak level of strength? Moreover, he has the blood of the sacred unicorn, an absolute overlord! But he has suffered such serious injuries, which can only mean that he is a unicorn.
Fighting within a clan.
"It's so annoying! One day I'll have to let the old wolf fight for the wolf king, seize the king, or something like that. He'll be so cool when he hears it!"
Mo Fan is a bit envious, and his Feichuan Armored Wolf is pretty awesome, but it's still a bit weaker than the summoned beasts of the sacred unicorn bloodline.
"Okay! Now that you have a choice, I can't say anything. I didn't expect the summoned beast to be involved."
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In the next few days, Mo Fan was busy building a love nest with his Mu Ningxue. Before that, Shen Ming also taught Mo Fan his special meditation method.
After that, Shen Ming also ushered in his first class at Pearl Academy, not as a student, but as a teacher.
Shen Ming, a college teacher in his early twenties, should be considered the first to open the Pearl Academy.
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"Teacher Zhou is injured and hospitalized. Who do you think the college will send to teach us? It must not be a black-faced person. If it is a black-faced person, I would rather retake the course!"
"That's it, I guess. There are only two tactical practice classes a month, and it doesn't take much time. It's not a burden to anyone. The black-faced guy likes to train people so much. I'm afraid he's rushing to get it."
"Don't do it! God's way is reincarnation, who will God spare? He taught me the survival guidance last semester, so I have to retake it this year. It's too difficult!"
"It's better, Teacher Zhou. Every time he teaches PPT. I thought I could paddle across, but now it's going to be miserable again!"
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There were about ten minutes left in class. Shen Ming had already arrived, but he did not enter the classroom. Instead, he quietly listened to the discussions inside.
Who is the big black face? Shen Ming won't care. Nicknames are the bad taste of students. When everyone was a student, they never gave their teachers nicknames? Ordinary teachers won't care about it. Of course, if someone is looking for death in person,
He said, regardless of whether he is scheming in his heart or not, he will definitely not be able to get through it in terms of face, and that student will have a hard time this semester!
"What about PPT? What a pity... I can't do PPT..." Shen Ming smiled and felt a little disappointed when he heard the students say that their previous teachers only taught the content knowledge on PPT.
There is indeed no requirement that tactics practice classes must be taught in the ring. After all, tactics are still more theoretical than combat. But with the word "practice", what can you do if you always stay in the classroom? Now that I have agreed to be this teacher,
It is impossible for Shen Ming to eat and wait for death.
Moreover, Shen Ming doesn't have the time to make PPT. In his opinion, it is easier and more cost-effective to just let these guys enter the ring.
"Jingle Bell……"
As the school bell rang, Shen Ming slowly walked into the classroom, but the noisy teachers among the teachers showed no sign of stopping.
Because Shen Ming does not look like a teacher, but like a classmate, so since the teacher is not here, why do he have to act so serious?
But when Shen Ming stood on the podium, the noisy atmosphere immediately stopped.
Shen Ming said nothing, and everyone was confused and didn't know what to say.
Most people thought that Shen Ming was from the student union and came to inform him of something. Only a few people guessed that the teacher was here. After all, wasn't the person in front of them the same age as them? There was no age gap that could be seen!
"Classmate, are you not going to attend this class? Is it still self-study?"
A boy sitting in the front row looked at Shen Ming with confusion. He thought Shen Ming was the student union invited by Teacher Zhou to supervise their self-study.
"Sorry! I disappoint you. I am the teacher of this class. My name... is Shen Ming!"
Shen Ming wrote his name on the blackboard very generously. Although the handwriting was not pretty, it was still neat.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The boy who asked the question just now felt a cold sweat break out on his back, thinking to himself: This teacher doesn't hold grudges, right? Did I say something wrong just now?
Students will have a natural fear of teachers. Even if the question just now is not offensive at all, fear is still fear.
"Shen Ming?"
Most people didn't recognize it, but some people did. The name Shen Ming was not unfamiliar to them, but they didn't expect to see the legend of this academy with their own eyes today.
"Now... everyone, Duel Arena No. 1, I will give you ten minutes. If you are late or not, I will teach you how to behave!
Timing begins!"
Shen Ming showed a bright smile to everyone, waved his hand, and disappeared in front of everyone in a flash of silver light.
The classroom was extremely quiet, and everyone was still confused. However, when a student sitting in the first row rushed out, everyone started to move.
Duel Arena No. 1 is not close to here, but ten minutes should be enough for magicians like them.
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Seven minutes later, everyone had arrived at the duel arena. Although their faces were still covered, they could all guess what Shen Ming had brought them here for. And everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts.
, this feeling is even more uncomfortable than having a black face class!
"Tactical guidance class, each class is divided into four small classes, each class lasts 45 minutes. Between each small class, you will have a 5-minute break. But I think the 5-minute break is completely redundant.
I think everyone has no objections, right?"
Shen Ming looked at everyone with a smile. Although he was smiling, it gave people a chilling feeling.
No one dared to refute, after all, he was a teacher, and he was a student. The so-called three things a new official takes up when he takes office, how can he not establish his power if he just comes in? If he jumps out now, he will be beaten.
Although most people did not recognize Shen Ming, the teleportation of his hand just now proved that the other person was a high-level space magician.
They are all sophomores, and they are all mid-level magicians, and there are even beginners among them. No one wants to be the one who stands out.
"Since everyone has no objections, let me talk about my teaching purposes. First, there is no PPT, second, there is no PPT, and third, there is still no PPT!
I don’t have the energy, and I don’t want to put in the effort. In the tactical practice class, if Teacher Zhou focused on tactics before, then I naturally focused on practice.
No matter how powerful you are on paper, your fists may not be really big! Did you hear that? Duel Ground No. 1 will be the venue for our classes from now on. I don’t want to have to go to the classroom to look for you in the next class!"
Shen Ming said it very seriously, and he really has some potential to be a teacher.
"Teacher, is this too time-consuming? I am not opposed to practice, but if we ignore the tactical explanation, what should we do to practice?"
A boy standing in the first row said loudly, looking directly at Shen Ming, as if he was a little unconvinced.
After all, being taught by a guy who looked about the same age as himself naturally made them feel a little unhappy. Besides, Shen Ming's direct neglect of indoor classes did make them a little uncomfortable.
"What to take? Of course, fists. Before I come to teach you, I am a training instructor for outstanding graduates. In my opinion, your high-level magician seniors... are simply imbecile in terms of combat ability. And you still use
Do you need me to evaluate it?"
Shen Ming said with a calm face, so it was premised on saying that the outstanding graduate mentors were agents. But now it seems that there is nothing wrong with using them to act as if they are fake.
"Then I would like to ask what the teacher's level is? If our seniors are imbeciles..."
Shen Ming's words made everyone present very unhappy. Some people remained silent, and naturally some people spoke up. Who is not a genius and who does not have arrogance in his heart who can get into the Pearl Academy? Why do you look down on him? How can you endure it?