Wan Kangcheng stood next to the window, looking at the teaching building under the illumination of the setting sun.
He wondered how effective Sun Mo's lecture was.
Although he was unhappy with this person, he was still very cautious. He arranged for his female assistant to listen to the lecture and collect first-hand information.
Knock knock!
Someone knocked on the door.
Wan Kangcheng said, "Come in." He then saw Zhou Zerui and Xie Enhui entering.
"Why do your expressions look so heavy?"
Wan Kangcheng was surprised. "Did something happen to Sun Mo?"
"Nothing happened to Sun Mo, but something is going to happen to our school."
Zhou Zerui directly sat down and said earnestly, "Old Wan, a rare opportunity for our Black-White Academy to rise up is right before your eyes. You must grab hold of it!"
"What opportunity?"
Wan Kangcheng had a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Sun Mo!"
Zhou Zerui's voice resonated. "We must headhunt him over, regardless of the cost!"
Wan Kangcheng was happy and his tone contained a hint of mockery.
"Ha, even if he wants the position of vice-headmaster, we'll give it to him?"
"Give it to him!"
Zhou Zerui's reply didn't contain any hint of hesitation.
Wan Kangcheng's brows furrowed as he looked toward Xie Enhui. "You think so too?"
"It's a little exaggerated to give it to the vice-headmaster now, but there's definitely no problem ten years later."
Xie Enhui's evaluation of Sun Mo was also very high.
"With him around, our school's study of spirit runes will be at the peak of the Nine Provinces!"
"Tell me, what did Sun Mo teach?"
Wan Kangcheng's interest was piqued. One must know that these two were 7-star great teachers with vast knowledge and wouldn't admire others easily. But now, their attitudes were like two brainless fans.
Zhou Zerui immediately started to describe.
The more Wan Kangcheng listened, the more solemn his expression became. After that, he finally couldn't hold it in and interjected.
"Is it so exaggerated?"
Even if a 7-star great teacher personally gave a lecture, they most probably wouldn't be able to create such a commotion, right?
"Your assistant is here as well. You can confirm it when she returns!"
Zhou Zerui sighed ruefully. "Those who went to listen to the lecture all applauded and cheered. There are over 400 great teachers here."
A great teacher only used a single lecture to gain the recognition of so many great teachers. How terrifying was his teaching capability?
Xie Enhui also wanted to say something, but the door was knocked again.... After that, a large group of great teachers rushed in.
"What are you doing?"
Wan Kangcheng threw a glance, feeling puzzled. It was because these people all majored in the study of spirit runes.
"Headmaster, issue an order to forbid great teachers and students who don't specialize in spirit runes from attending Sun Mo's class!"
"Even the students majoring in spirit runes are banned."
"Ah? Wouldn't that be too much? Students can listen, right? Anyway, there are enough seats. Let them listen, right? "
The great teachers were all talking at once.
"Wait, what does this mean?"
Before Wan Kangcheng could express his opinion, Zhou Zerui was already displeased.
"Sun Mo's spirit runes class has epoch-making significance and is filled with foresight. It's simply a waste to let you guys listen to it!"
A great teacher spoke confidently.
"That's right, they've taken all our seats!"
Many of the great teachers who hadn't managed to snatch a seat were so infuriated that their teeth hurt.
From their point of view, these people were wasting heavenly resources and blaspheming them by listening to Sun Mo's lecture. They should be captured and drowned in a pig cage.
"Sun Mo's lectures are the treasures of the entire Black-White Academy. Why can't the other teachers and students listen to them? If that's the case, then you can't listen to botany and psychic control. "
Zhou Zerui retorted.
"That won't do!"
Everyone immediately rejected.
Wan Kangcheng felt a little astonished and regretful when he saw both parties arguing.
(To think that Sun Mo's lecture is so outstanding?
Sigh!
I should have gone to listen to it.)
"Everyone, listen to me. As great teachers, we should be magnanimous and open our hearts. For something like forbidding others from listening to our lectures, would you all be willing to do so if it were you all?"
Wan Kangcheng persuaded.
"If you really feel that Sun Mo's lecture is good, then go and reserve a seat in advance!"
"Headmaster, you don't know... Forget it, you can go and take a look yourself tomorrow!"
Everyone sighed.
The effect of Sun Mo's lecture was so explosive. They dared to guarantee that the competition tomorrow would be even greater!
(You're speaking as though the teachers and students of our Black-White Academy haven't seen the world.)
Wan Kangcheng slandered in his heart and prepared to go and listen to the lecture tomorrow.
...
The next day, early in the morning.
After breakfast, Wan Kangcheng entered the teaching building, preparing to patrol around before heading to the # 301 building. However, he was stunned the moment he went up to the third floor.
It was because half the corridor was filled with people. It was so congested that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
"What is this for?"
Wan Kangcheng asked.
His voice wasn't loud, but due to the activation of Profound Words, it clearly entered everyone's ears.
"Headmaster!"
All the teachers and students bowed.
"What's going on?"
Wan Kangcheng threw a glance and discovered that everyone's target was the # 301 building.
"We're waiting for our seats!"
A student replied respectfully.
"What time is it now?"
Wan Kangcheng was stunned.
There were too many high-star great teachers in the Black-White Academy. Therefore, there were situations where students fought for seats, but there definitely wouldn't be so many people waiting.
It was because even if they couldn't listen to this great teacher's lecture, they could listen to other great teachers' lectures. Moreover, they wouldn't just give a single lecture. After a year, they would definitely be able to listen to the lectures.
"I came at 5 a.m.!"
A student felt very depressed and revealed in a low voice, "Some people are too scheming. They didn't even return to the dorm last night and just stayed in this classroom to learn for the entire night."
"..."
Wan Kangcheng walked into the classroom with a heavy expression.
He discovered that there were almost no students here. All of them were intern teachers, teaching assistants, and low-star great teachers.
Wan Kangcheng felt like scolding!
(What are you guys doing?
Doesn't our Black-White Academy need to show off?
Why are you guys so enthusiastic about Sun Mo?)
Everyone felt a little embarrassed.
(But there's no solution to it. We want to experience God Hands and get Sun Mo to resolve some difficult problems in cultivation. We even want him to come up with a cultivation plan.)
"Damn, why are there so many people?"
Wan Kangcheng's expression sank when he suddenly heard a curse. He turned his head abruptly and was about to scold, but when he saw that it was Zhang San, he immediately swallowed his words.
This person was an 8-star great teacher and had even greater seniority than him.
Back when Wan Kangcheng was still a student in the Black-White Academy, Zhang San was already a great teacher and could be considered a Doyen.
"Teacher Zhang, why are you here as well?"
Wan Kangcheng quickly squeezed out a smile.
"I heard that Shi Sheng was enlightened and broke through to the secondary saint realm because of Great Teacher Sun's guidance. Isn't that right?"
Zhang San's voice was anxious and his words were like exploding firecrackers, piercing the ears.
"That's right!"
At the mention of this, Wan Kangcheng felt depressed.
(Wait a minute, Teacher Zhang means...)
"Mn!"
Zhang San glanced around and couldn't help but shake his head.
"Teacher Zhang, please sit here!"
"Teacher, please sit, please sit!"
All the great teachers in the vicinity stood up in a commotion.
To them, Zhang San was an old senior and an 8-star great teacher. They had to respect him.
"You guys can sit. I'll just stand!"
Zhang San didn't want to take advantage of this.
"Teacher!"
Someone wanted to persuade him, but Zhang San was unhappy.
"Shut up. You're going back and forth. Are you done yet?"
Bzz!
Profound Words directly erupted. The people nearby immediately shut their mouths.
Even though it affected such a small area, it didn't mean that Zhang San wasn't familiar with this great teacher halo. On the contrary, it was a display of extreme purity.
It had already reached the level where he could control the area as he wished.
"Go, bring a chair over!"
Wan Kangcheng instructed.
"No!"
Zhang San rejected. "Since we're here to listen, we have to show the attitude of one. What's wrong with me sitting at the back? It's too disrespectful to Great Teacher Sun. "
Wan Kangcheng's good intentions were treated like dog shit, and he felt extremely aggrieved.
This Zhang San was really inflexible to the point of being old-fashioned.
The lesson hadn't started yet and everyone was still discussing. But when Zhang San arrived, everyone felt immense pressure and didn't dare to say anything.
Moreover, their butts felt like they were on fire. They were very restless.
This old great teacher had a tense expression like a firecracker, seeming like he was ready to explode at any moment. There was actually a reason for this.
He was very old and was already 772 years old. His great limit was near. In the past, he was also an absolute genius that the Black-White Academy had high hopes for.
His goal was to reach the Saint Realm. But now, he wasn't even a secondary saint.
If he were to die like this, he wouldn't have the face to see his teacher in the netherworld.
Zhang San's powerful aura caused the entire floor to fall silent.
Although many people were gathered here, no one dared to speak.
Wan Kangcheng felt so depressed that he wanted to cough up blood.
Given his status, it was easy for him to find a seat. But now that Zhang San didn't want to sit, he could only stand.
(Leave the lecture theater?)
Wan Kangcheng thought of this before, but for some reason, he kept feeling very uneasy in his heart.
(Ha!)
(I'm just scaring myself. Sun Mo has already helped Shi Sheng to become a secondary saint. He can't possibly help Zhang San to become a secondary saint as well, right?
(If you can do it, I'll be your toilet bowl for three months.)
Amidst this slightly stifling atmosphere, the bell for the start of the lesson rang out.
Sun Mo didn't miss a single second and entered.
"What the hell? Why are these people so solemn? "
Sun Mo saw Wan Kangcheng. After that, his gaze landed on Zhang San.
Even if he didn't activate Divine Sight, Sun Mo could tell that this was a major character!
(This is just the second lesson, yet there's already a major character here?
Isn't this too unimpressive?)
Sun Mo didn't know that this person's lifespan was decreasing by the day.
"Today, we'll continue to talk about medical cultivation. I'll give an example and analyze it in detail, teaching everyone how to come up with a cultivation plan!"
After Sun Mo spoke, he smiled. "Is there anyone who is willing to be an 'example'?"
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Their arms were like trees in a forest, as if they wanted to break through the ceiling of the lecture theater.
Other than Wan Kangcheng and Zhang San, everyone else raised their hands.
"How about this young miss then?"
Sun Mo chose the young Feng Jia.
"His teaching style is excellent!"
Wan Kangcheng praised.
The main point was that Sun Mo was too handsome. This gave him bonus points.
If a handsome and beautiful person lost some face, others would say that they were cute. But if they were ugly, they'd definitely say that ugly people were causing more trouble.
In just 20 minutes, Sun Mo had taken care of everything, clearly helping this Feng Jia to come up with a cultivation plan that targeted her.
At the end, he gave a suggestion.
"Although given your age, it's a little too late to change your cultivation art now, I still hope that you can do so. It's because the Golden Sword Art isn't compatible with you. If you continue to train in it, your achievements will be limited. If you change now, you'd have to waste several years or even ten years. But in the future, your achievements will be even higher."
After Sun Mo spoke, a commotion broke out.
In the great teacher world, it was very risky to suggest others to change their cultivation arts.
Firstly, no one knew if the effects would be better after changing their cultivation art. This was especially so for this Feng Jia. She had been cultivating the Golden Sword Art for 11 years. If she changed now, it would mean that all her years of hard work were negated.
Also, even if the suggestion was correct, it'd still take several years to produce results. During this period, there were too many variables. If there were other reasons that caused the situation to turn bad for her, it might be attributed to her changing her cultivation art.
"Teacher Sun, is there any reason?"
Feng Jia's expression was heavy.
"Your body has a very strong explosive force and is suitable for cultivation arts that are tough and violent. However, the Golden Sword Art takes the path of agility and convenience, as well as the path of endurance."
Sun Mo explained.
For example, this Feng Jia was suitable for the 100-meter race and short-distance sprinting events, but she had chosen to do a race walk or marathon.
"The reason why you can train the Golden Sword Art to a certain standard is because your talent is too good."
Sun Mo encouraged. "If you change to a tough and violent blade art like the Thirteen Frenzied Waves Blade Art, it'd be even better!"
Feng Jia frowned.
"I understand!"
Sun Mo nodded, indicating that he understood. "Cultivation arts can be weak, but they can't be not cool."
Haha!
Many people started laughing.
This was a common problem for everyone. When choosing cultivation arts, they would first choose a suave and cool one before choosing a powerful one.
"Many thanks, Teacher Sun. I'll remember it!"
Feng Jia thanked him.
"The Golden Sword Art basically has no way to fully stimulate your body's potential. If you don't mind, can I help you?"
Sun Mo suggested.
"Thank you so much, Teacher Sun."
Feng Jia was overjoyed.
After that, Sun Mo activated God Hands.
Five minutes later, Feng Jia started to level up.
Zhang San's eyes gleamed with a strange light.
"Many thanks, Teacher Sun!"
Feng Jia originally didn't really want to change her cultivation art. But now, she was prepared to take a gamble.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Feng Jia + 1,000. Respect (3,120/10000).
"Next, it's the fixed program. I'll answer the questions on the spot. If anyone has any questions, you can raise your hand."
After Sun Mo said that, the densely-packed arms lifted up.
When Wan Kangcheng saw this scene, he was convinced.
Sun Mo was truly confident.
Giving guidance and teaching was the most difficult thing.
If one wasn't able to achieve instant results, they'd be doubted by others. But when Sun Mo acted, there'd definitely be people who leveled up.
Each time he succeeded, his reputation would rise to another level.
Time passed by minute by minute, second by second. Wan Kangcheng watched as three people successfully leveled up.
Right now, he felt a little numb.
"Next!"
Sun Mo was calm and composed.
Wan Kangcheng applauded together with everyone. After that, his gaze landed on Zhang San as he asked.
"Teacher Sun, can I ask you to take a look at Teacher Zhang's situation?"
Swish ~
Everyone fell silent and looked over.
Many people had the same thought in their hearts. (Vice-headmaster Wan, isn't it too good for you to suppress Sun Mo like this?
After all, he's a junior.)
Wan Kangcheng was misunderstood.
He didn't have the intention to make things difficult for Sun Mo. He knew that as an 8-star great teacher, Zhang San would definitely feel embarrassed to ask a young man for help. Hence, he spoke up for him.
(But if Sun Mo can really resolve Teacher Zhang's problem, wouldn't I be shooting myself in the foot?
No!
That can't be!
I'm thinking too much. If Sun Mo can help Zhang San become a secondary saint, it'll be like a withered tree blooming!)
(Wait a minute, this analogy doesn't seem too good?)
Sun Mo seemed to have a miraculous performance of bringing spring back to a withered tree.
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