The Westmountain Academy had a total of two sports fields. At this moment, it was separated into 18 regions. At this moment, Xuanyuan Po was standing in the 'A' group's competition field. He was stretching his arms and legs, slowly warming up as he waited for his turn.
"Don't you want to see how others fight?"
The other examinees who were also waiting at the side felt embarrassed to strike up a conversation with Sun Mo. After all, Sun Mo's fame was too great, and it was easy for others to misunderstand that he was lowering his attitude to gain connections. Hence, he took a roundabout approach and spoke to Xuanyuan Po.
Xuanyuan Po glanced at this short-haired examinee, but didn't say anything.
"…"
Being ignored like this, the short-haired examinee's expression turned ugly.
The examinees who were able to make it here had at least a one-third chance of becoming a 2-star great teacher. Therefore, you should at least give them some respect, right?
However, when he thought of Sun Mo's explosive results, he couldn't help but sigh and feel dispirited.
It was only right for people to look down on him. After all, he was just a nameless character. Even if he became a 2-star great teacher, he wouldn't be a match for Sun Mo.
"This master teacher, I'm sorry. That's just how his personality is!"
Sun Mo apologized.
With Xuanyuan Po's character, he would definitely be at a disadvantage in society in the future.
"I'm fine! Don't worry! Teacher Sun, there's no need to be so polite. I'm the one who interrupted his warm-up. "
The short-haired examinee didn't expect Sun Mo to speak and felt a little nervous.
"What's your number?"
Sun Mo smiled and asked. Let Xuanyuan Po watch the competition of others? Gather information in advance? Impossible, the combat addict's style was to be reckless all the way to the end!
"We won't meet on the 25th, right?"
The short-haired examinee felt a little worried, but his impression of Sun Mo became much better. Sun Mo was the double champion of the written examination and the Great Teachers Battle, yet he was so amiable and didn't put on any airs at all.
"No wonder so many opponents forfeited!"
The short-haired candidate praised in his heart.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from the short-haired candidate + 20. Friendly (110/1,000).
Upon hearing the system's notification, Sun Mo couldn't help but turn his head and survey the examinee next to him. To think that the prestige connection between them had already been activated.
"But System, what the hell is this code name?"
Sun Mo was speechless. Was she not even worthy of having a name?
"Trash among trash. You don't need to waste your energy to remember."
The system explained.
"What if they counterattack?"
Sun Mo counter-asked.
"That's impossible. The system wouldn't make a mistake."
The system persisted. "He's the most inconspicuous member of the great teacher world. He's destined to be a 2-star great teacher for the rest of his life. He'll enter a not-so-famous school, marry a not-so-pretty wife, and teach a few not-so-outstanding students. He'll live an ordinary life."
"Even if there are twists and turns in my life, it's because my wife found another man."
"Can you not be so poisonous?"
Sun Mo frowned and looked at the short-haired examinee again. He felt displeased and resentful toward the system.
What right do you have to say that someone else has no future?
"Don't be nervous. If you can't win the first round, there's still the second!"
The short-haired candidate consoled his student.
The personal disciples battle was split into two groups, with the age of 16 as the dividing line. Those who were older than 16 years old would be in the adult group, while those who were younger than 16 years old would be in the youth group.
Although the Saint Gate didn't set a minimum age for the junior division, the Saint Gate suggested that the youngest must be at least 12 years old.
After all, if the age gap was too big, it would form a huge advantage in terms of physical fitness.
Sun Mo's students were all in the young group.
There were a total of 912 students participating, and they were split into eight groups. Each group would go through two rounds of competition.
In the first round, after drawing lots, they would fight in pairs. The victors would directly advance to the next round, while the losers would continue to draw lots and fight again. The victors would advance to the next round, while the losers would be directly eliminated.
The reason why there were two rounds of competition was to give the students more chances. It was to prevent people from failing due to their poor health, poor performance, or other reasons.
The cycle would continue until there were only 100 people left in each of the two age groups. That would be the final name list for this great teacher examination.
Of course, there were also some special circumstances. For example, if a few students who passed were the personal students of the same examinee, the examiners would also choose the student with the highest ranking among the examinees who failed to pass as a substitute.
In short, a total of 200 examinees would be selected fairly.
After that, the personal disciples battle would continue.
The 64 people with the best results would be chosen from the youth and adult groups, and they would be eliminated one-on-one until the two champions were decided.
Sun Mo activated Divine Sight and scanned through the short-haired examinee's data.
His potential value was slightly below average. This meant that he had put in a lot of effort to obtain his current results. He had sweated so much that many people couldn't even hope to catch up to him.
"I'm Sun Mo from the Central Province Academy. You can do it. When you become a 3-star student, remember to write me a letter. I'll send you a great gift."
Sun Mo smiled and patted the short-haired examinee's shoulder.
"Given my standard, I only relied on luck to get to where I am now..."
The short-haired examinee smiled bitterly. He had wanted to mock himself, but when he saw how serious Sun Mo's gaze was when he looked at him, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
"If you don't believe that you can do it, then others won't believe you even more so!"
Sun Mo grabbed the short-haired examinee's hand and flipped it up. There were calluses on the side of his finger. They were caused by him reading and copying books. There were even thicker calluses on his palm. They were the result of him practicing bitterly with a blade.
"In terms of effort, I'm inferior to you!"
Sun Mo sighed ruefully.
"What's going on?"
"It's Sun Mo. He seems to be reading someone's palm!"
"It can't be, right? Whose luck is so good?"
The people in the surroundings started to rush over to watch the show.
However, the short-haired examinee's mind exploded. Only Sun Mo's words remained in his ears.
"Teacher Sun!"
Swoosh!
The short-haired examinee's eyes turned moist. In order to reach this step, he had suffered a lot. When he was in school, he would always be the first one to wake up and the last one to sleep. Even after he started working and became a teacher, he didn't dare to slack off.
Up until now, he was already 28 years old and hadn't found a girlfriend. He was working hard every day to improve himself.
But who could understand such hardships?
Sometimes, the short-haired examinee would feel perplexed. (I've worked so hard and given up so many joys in life. Is it worth it?)
Right now, Sun Mo's words of acknowledgment made the short-haired examinee feel that his ten plus years of hard work weren't in vain.
One must know that this was a commendation from a super rookie.
Usually, such famous people would place a lot of importance on their image. However, this short-haired examinee publicly said that he was inferior to him. How imposing was this?
"Hard work is also a kind of talent. However, you have to find the right direction to work towards. I feel that you might as well spend more effort on herbology."
Sun Mo suggested, "Don't learn alchemy."
"Teacher Sun..."
The short-haired examinee was completely stunned. (How did you know that my major is alchemy?) After that, his gaze slid toward his hand that was grabbed by Sun Mo.
(My heavens, God Hands can even touch this?)
"You can do it!"
Sun Mo lightly hammered the short-haired examinee's shoulder.
"It's useless, Sun Mo!"
The system's words were filled with disdain, but in its heart, it acknowledged Sun Mo a little more.
Ding!
(You didn't give up on the other party because his talent was poor and he had no future. On the contrary, you encouraged him and gave him a golden treasure chest!)
Naturally, the system didn't announce this sentence of congratulations and reward. It was because it didn't want Sun Mo to become utilitarian for the sake of rewards in the future.
Only this kind of action of truly thinking for the future of others could be considered the true heart of a great teacher.
"Herbology?"
The short-haired examinee was stunned. Many memories flashed through his mind, and he recalled some details that he usually wouldn't notice.
Alchemy was the most popular occupation. One could earn money and have status, but one had to have some accomplishments in it first. After so many years, the short-haired examinee had some improvements, but they were only at the average standard.
Why did that 4-star alchemist in the school choose him as an assistant?
The short-haired examinee suddenly recalled that sentence.
"Your talent in alchemy is ordinary. Why don't you change your profession and try out herbology?"
Back then, the short-haired examinee was young and full of vigor. He wholeheartedly wanted to have achievements in alchemy. Now that he thought about it, he was too stubborn.
Moreover, he had also heard some rumors slandering him, saying that he had no talent. If it wasn't for the fact that he was born in the mountains and had seen many herbs since young, his teacher wouldn't have kept him.
Back then, when the short-haired examinee heard this, he only wanted to prove himself. Now that he thought about it, in order to stay in the alchemy circle and continue his studies, he had worked hard to learn herbology. He was very familiar with it.
Because back then, under his teacher's tutelage, that assistant who specialized in managing herbs was someone he could catch up to and replace.
"Maybe, I really should give up!"
The short-haired examinee directly bowed 90 degrees and bowed respectfully. "Many thanks for Teacher Sun's guidance. Liang Mo has benefited from it!"
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Liang Mo + 1,000. Respect (1,100/10000).
Liang Mo didn't get up for a very long time. He was sincerely grateful to Sun Mo because a single sentence from Sun Mo had enlightened him, pointing out the direction he had to work hard in the future.
It was like the star Bale. In the past, he had played as a left back. In the end, after he switched to the wing, he gained the good reputation of being a great saint. He had the reputation of being able to pass the ball to himself three seconds later.
So, when a path couldn't work out, there was no harm in changing to another one.
Liang Mo's student looked at him and discovered that his teacher was different. His gaze was no longer conflicted and perplexed. Instead, there was an additional hint of determination, just like when he first met him.
"Teacher, I like the look in your eyes now!"
The student smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.
"Then go and get the first victory for me!"
Liang Mo ruffled his student's hair.
Li Ruolan stood among the crowd and used an image-recording stone to record this scene. After admiring it once more, she happily kept the image-recording stone.
As expected, there would be big news if she followed Sun Mo.
"Teacher, aren't you a little lazy?"
Xuanyuan Po teased.
"Why do you say that?"
Sun Mo frowned slightly.
"Other teachers are either instructing their personal students on some things to take note of or helping them to observe their opponents in the same group. Yet, you are guiding other examinees."
Xuanyuan Po's lips twitched.
"Why?"
Sun Mo assessed Xuanyuan Po. "Do you need my guidance?"
"No need!"
The combat addict lifted his chin and was filled with confidence. "Watch me fight my way into the finals in one go!"
"# 19, Xuanyuan Po, # 52, Fei Cheng, go up the stage!"
The main examiner announced.
"Teacher, I'm going up!"
After Xuanyuan Po said this, the surrounding examinees and students looked over in unison. Was it finally time for Sun Mo's personal students to go up the stage?
(Let's see how capable you are!)
Li Ruolan took out the image-recording stone she had kept earlier. After the examinees and personal students in the surroundings understood what was happening, they started to squeeze forward, wanting to see more clearly.
Sun Mo's student! They must study him well!
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