Zong Mo Ju saw that on the wall in front of him, there was a black and green board hanging on the white wall. On the blackboard, there were eight red simplified words.
Study hard, improve every day.
A young man who looked almost identical to Fang Yun stood on the podium in front of the blackboard. However, this Fang Yun had two small black frames on his nose and in front of his eyes. The frames were embedded with transparent crystals.
In front of Teacher Fang Yun, there was a wooden podium.
Zong Mo Ju looked around. There were yellow wooden tables and chairs arranged neatly in the classroom. Many children wearing white shirts and blue jackets were trying their best to sit up straight.
These children were cleaner and healthier than the children in Saint Origin World. Most of the children's eyes were sparkling, filled with curiosity. Some children had tear stains on their faces. Some were so nervous that they didn't move. Some were smiling.
Zong Mo Ju looked up. There were many thin cylindrical objects hanging on the ceiling. On the right side, there were three large windows. The windows were transparent like crystals.
"Hello students!" Fang Yun, who was wearing a white shirt and black pants, smiled and greeted everyone.
"Hello teacher!" The children shouted loudly, their voices full of vitality breaking through the window, causing everything in the small classroom to sprout.
Zong Mo Ju looked on curiously. The young man on the podium picked up a small white object and wrote two words on the black and green board.
Fang Yun.
"My name is Fang Yun. From today onwards, I will be the teacher in charge of Year One Class One. I will teach you both language and mathematics. Students, you must study hard and listen carefully. If you drop an eraser or pen on the floor, you must pick it up after class. If you pick it up during class and get distracted, you may not be able to understand for the next ten years. "
The children didn't understand. They just thought it was fun.
Zong Mo Ju lowered his head and looked at himself. His arms and legs were small, and he was dressed like the other children.
Zong Mo Ju looked up at Fang Yun. He realized that Teacher Fang Yun didn't pay much attention to him. After thinking for a bit, he understood. This Fang Yun was a fake Fang Yun created by the Sacred Will. He didn't have a real consciousness. He was just a member of the Sacred Will World.
"This should be a foreign race's school, right? Zong Mo Ju smiled. Like all the other children, he started to pay attention to the lesson.
Next, Zong Mo Ju started to speak like a first grader.
"Everyone, repeat after me. Ah … oh … uh …"
"Heaven … Earth … Man …"
"Students, sing with me. The sun shines in the sky, the flowers smile at me, and the birds say, 'Good morning, good morning …' "
"Today we're going to learn addition within one to five. Repeat after me, one plus one equals two. "
"Now, I'll teach you how to recognize triangles and circles …"
Zong Mo Ju studied silently. He had a feeling that in the eyes of Teacher Fang Yun, he was a retard!
In the first few days of school, Zong Mo could still tolerate it, but as he did it, he had an indescribable feeling. Because his sacred will was very weak at this time, he even felt irritated.
As a Half-saint, he was being taught such simple things like a child. Zong Moju felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat and he could spit it out at any moment.
He had to attend a full class every day and was even chosen as the class monitor. He had to take care of all the students. This was what made Zong Mo Ju helpless.
When his child was born, Zong Mo Ju wasn't even this attentive!
"Can this be considered a test of the sacred will dao? Fang Yun, ah Fang Yun, you're just stalling for time and wearing down my patience. Even if I only have a sliver of my sacred will, it can't be so weak. "
Then let's hurt each other!
Thus, Zong Mo Ju became the coolest boy in the class. He always maintained an expressionless face. Once he was asked a question, he would answer it quickly and correctly. No matter what happened in the class, he could solve it perfectly. Every week, he would get a little red flower.
Many boys started to be jealous of Zong Mo Ju and worked together to suppress him. However, the girls in the class protected Zong Mo Ju.
Thus, in this year's class one, there were three main topics: study, exams, and fighting or protecting Zong Mo Ju.
This caused the blood in Zong Mo Ju's throat to accumulate.
Zong Mo Ju was very disappointed in Fang Yun. He didn't expect Fang Yun to play such tricks.
Time passed day by day, and two semesters passed quickly. After the final exam, Mr. Fang Yun especially praised Zong Mo Ju.
He didn't know why, but looking at those young faces, Zong Mo Ju felt a special sense of accomplishment.
The cool little Zong Mo Ju raised his eyebrows and looked at Fang Yun on the podium. He had a slight mocking expression. If this continued, he wouldn't lose!
After Teacher Fang Yun finished his speech, he smiled at everyone and said, "After the summer break, we will have more subjects in the second grade and learn more difficult knowledge. Everyone, make good use of this summer break. Don't be lazy, because this might be the most important summer break in your lives!"
After Mr. Fang Yun finished speaking, he scanned the entire class.
Zong Mo Ju's body stiffened. He suddenly felt that Mr. Fang Yun was looking at him meaningfully.
"This Fang Yun, what is he trying to do? The first grade is so easy, how hard will the second grade be? Will it be learning politics? I, Zong Mo Ju, will wait! "
After that, Zong Mo Ju felt time pass quickly. He had experienced many Sacred Will discussions, and this was the test of the second year. Thus, he crossed his arms and maintained his cool appearance.
The changes in front of him stopped.
Students who were slightly older but still young appeared in the classroom. However, each of them had a red scarf around their neck.
Because the teacher didn't come, the classroom exploded. Both boys and girls were arguing. Only Zong Mo Ju still crossed his arms and sat coolly in his seat. Many girls secretly looked at him, their eyes filled with admiration.
"En?"
Zong Mo Ju suddenly turned his head to look at the classroom door. He saw Mr. Fang Yun dragging a thick stack of books into the classroom like he was performing acrobatics.
The classroom instantly quieted down. After that, Mr. Fang Yun placed two stacks of books on the podium.
Each stack had more than 30 books!
"Dear students, these books are part of our second grade curriculum." Teacher Fang Yun smiled and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Zong Mo Ju had a feeling that Fang Yun's glasses were reflecting a cold light!
Zong Mo Ju hurriedly looked carefully at the two stacks of books. Through the spine, he could see the titles.
Zong Mo Ju's face was blank. He was even more confused than the first time he came to this classroom.
"The Republic, Origin of Species, Critique of Pure Reason, Capital, Calculus, Discrete Mathematics, Real Variable Functions, Chaotic Systems, Basics of Latin, Introduction to Law, General Global History, Mathematical Physics Methods, Topology, Basics of Quantum Mechanics, Anthology, Artificial Intelligence, Social Psychology, Physical Chemistry, Neural Networks and Machine Learning, Basics and Applications of Big Data, Macroeconomics."
… …
Zong Mo Ju only read half of it and felt dizzy.
Why did he know every word, but he didn't know what they meant when they were linked together?
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