Han Mo and Han Ji looked at Teacher Xiao Mo who suddenly changed into a different person, and both stared in confusion.
"Oh, they are all talents. You must remember to practice hard and don't waste this talent." Teacher Xiao Mo said with a sigh, and his eyes became aged, as if there was something in the past that he could not bear to look back on.
"Teacher Xiao Mo, are you okay?" Han Mo asked with a frown. Suddenly, he felt that this tutor Xiao Mo seemed to be very extraordinary. He called Tutor Feng Lan by his first name. He was so young and his strength was unfathomable. It seemed that his status in the academy was unfathomable.
It is also extremely high.
"I'm fine. It's class time now. You go to class. The instructors at Shura Academy are all talented masters. It will be good for you to study hard." After Xiao Mo said that, he turned and left. From front to back, the change was so fast that Han
Mo couldn't adapt to it for a while, and he was extremely curious.
"Han Mo, let's go, it hurts me so much." Seeing Xiao Mo leave, Han Ji rubbed his ears and said, feeling that he didn't have the slightest fondness for Teacher Xiao Mo.
"Let's go, but... which one of these many classrooms are we in?" Han Mo looked at the teaching school building extending in all directions, and his head suddenly felt big. The newcomer had a headache because there was no one to guide him.
"Classroom No. 3 of the junior class. This is the junior class. Classroom No. 3 should be inside." Han Ji said and walked hesitantly towards the inside. After passing through the aisle with a sealed ceiling, Han Mo and Han Ji came to the teaching room.
On the other side of the building, I saw another teaching building that was much grander than the previous one.
"There." Han Mo pointed to a door at the far end, and saw a few big words written in cursive on the edge of the door: Junior Class Classroom No. 3.
"Han Mo, your eyes are so good, let's go there quickly." Han Ji shook his head helplessly and then strode towards Classroom No. 3.
"Dong dong dong..." Han Ji glanced at Han Mo, stretched out his hand and knocked carefully on the door a few times, feeling a little trembling in his heart for some reason.
"Come in." A sweet woman's voice was heard from inside. Han Mo and Han Ji hesitated and opened the door and walked in.
Han Mo and Han Ji walked in and saw fifty or sixty luxurious wooden tables neatly distributed inside. At this time, a student in hospital uniform sat beside each wooden table. At this time, everyone turned their attention to
He looked curiously at Han Mo and Han Ji who were standing by the door.
"What's the matter with you?" A young girl in her twenties on the first podium looked at Han Mo and Han Ji and asked in confusion.
Han Mo looked at the warm and lovely beautiful tutor in front of him, corrected himself hard in his heart, and cursed secretly: Damn it, everyone looks like Ling'er.
"I want to ask you a question." Seeing that Han Mo and Han Ji didn't reply, the beautiful instructor knocked on the table and asked again.
"Oh, um, teacher, we are new students, my name is Han Ji." Han Ji was startled when he heard this, and he cupped his hands to the beautiful instructor and said. In fact, he was just wondering why Han Mo was suddenly in a daze, thinking about it.
I was in a daze myself.
Han Mo came back to his senses, smiled awkwardly and said, "Han Mo." He also raised his hand to the beautiful instructor.
"It turns out you are the two new ones. You are late on the first day. Are you here to have fun?" The beautiful instructor said, her tone suddenly became more serious, and her face became gloomy, which was different from the warm and pleasant temperament she had before.
Diametrically opposed.
Han Mo looked at the beautiful instructor who changed his face at every turn, and waved his hands in fear: "Instructor, we have been familiar with the environment by ourselves since we entered the school. Instructor Feng Lan did not arrange for anyone to take us, so we still asked questions along the way.
Talents are brought here." As he said this, he was also confused in his heart about how this beautiful girl who looked warm and lovely on the surface could be so savage. In her mind, she couldn't help but think of the scene where Han Ji was taught a lesson by a petite girl.
"Okay, no need to explain, just find a seat and sit down." The beautiful instructor's head felt hot for some reason, and she said casually. As soon as she finished speaking, all the students below opened their eyes wide without exception. This person
But this time, the devil mentor was so kind as to let these two boys go, and everyone in the room was in a state of confusion.
"Thank you, instructor." Han Mo didn't know what was going on. After thanking him, he turned and walked towards the back of the classroom. He looked at an empty seat in the fifth row and walked over after hesitating.
The beautiful instructor opened her mouth, but after a while she could only shake her hand and gave up. She looked at Han Mo who had already sat down and said, "My name is Guoyi. You can just call me instructor Guoyi. Okay, you can also introduce yourselves in detail."
Han Mo sat down, glanced at Han Ji who was sitting one seat away, stood up after a moment's hesitation, cupped his hands and said, "I see Han Mo, he is sixteen years old this year, from Luozhi City, today is
It’s your first day at school, so please take good care of me in the future.”
"My name is Han Ji, I am also sixteen years old, and I am with Han Mo." Han Ji stood up when Han Mo finished speaking, imitating Han Mo and cupped his hands and said.
What's strange is that the surrounding students didn't react at all to the two introductions. They just stared at Han Mo, and some even started laughing secretly.
"Um...are you guys okay?" Han Mo looked at the students who were laughing at him and asked with doubtful eyes.
"Hey." A cute little girl behind Han Mo tapped Han Mo's back with her finger and shouted softly.
Han Mo turned around in confusion when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "Is something wrong?" Han Mo already had a bad premonition in his heart. The source of this was naturally a large group of students who behaved strangely.
"Classmate Han Mo, my name is Coco. Your position is not good. Why don't you change it?" Coco weakly pointed to Han Mo's seat and said.
"Huh? Why?" Han Mo asked in confusion after hearing this. Is there a ghost in this seat? After thinking about it, he looked at the seat carefully.
"Teacher Guoyi, I'm back."
Just when Han Mo was looking at the seats suspiciously, an indifferent yet captivating voice came over.
"Qian Ling? Where have you been?" Instructor Guoyi looked at the visitor and asked doubtfully, with a trace of worry in his eyes.
Qianling weakly shook her head and said softly: "I'm fine." After saying that, she walked towards the classroom on her own. She was probably the only one who dared to ignore Guoyi.
Qian Ling suddenly frowned while walking, looked at the strange young man sitting in his seat, and said in an indifferent tone: "Get out of here."
Han Mo frowned when he heard this, and he almost knew the reason for everyone's strange reaction. This seat must belong to the girl in front of him, but Han Mo shook his head, glanced at the girl and said: "Take back what you just said, I can
"Give me my seat back." If the girl said it was hers, Han Mo would give up his seat immediately, but the girl's "go away" made Han Mo feel extremely unhappy. He had never seen anyone so crazy.
"Go away, I don't want to say it a third time." Qian Ling said impatiently, and the fighting spirit in his body began to boil.
"Don't even think about it." Han Mo also replied angrily. Such an arrogant woman is probably only found in Shura Academy.
Qian Ling frowned and finally lost the patience to continue to struggle. He burst out with fighting spirit and quickly swung his right fist towards Han Mo's head.
Han Mo had long been paying attention to Qian Ling's movements. The moment Qian Ling moved, Han Mo also moved. The fighting spirit of the eight-element warrior also burst out, and a powerful punch directly hit Qian Ling's fist.
, and suddenly a ripple of fighting spirit swept across.
Han Mo and Qian Ling exchanged moves, and both sides took a step back. Qian Ling couldn't help but frown, and looked at Han Mo with doubts. He was also surprised by Han Mo's strength. He was not as strong as a martial artist but had a strong
The strength made Qian Ling unsure of Han Mo's strength for a while.
"Are you going to rebel? Stop it. Qian Ling, please sit aside." Upon seeing this, Guoyi immediately exploded and pointed at the two of them and shouted loudly. However, although the surface was full of anger, his eyes were still there all the time.
Pay attention to the changes in Qian Ling.
Upon hearing this, Qian Ling glanced at Guoyi unwillingly, turned around and walked to a seat at the back of the classroom.
"Wait a minute, the seat will be returned to you." Han Mo finished his sentence, stood up, walked to the seat in the corner, bent down and sat down.