Chapter 23 Turbulence in Class
Mo Di said this in a dictatorial tone. Xuan Mo suddenly felt as if he had returned to his past life.
He remembered that in the past, when he was in high school or junior high school, his homeroom teacher was also like this. When he first came, he would give all the students a warning.
However, in this situation, there would always be some "righteous men" who would stand up to resist, and then be ruthlessly suppressed. So Xuan Mo felt that if he guessed correctly, what would happen next would be...
"Teacher, why did you hit us who didn't say anything?" A tall young man stood up with an angry face. In the commotion just now, he was one of the few people who didn't make any comments.
Hearing this, Xuan Mo thought Mo Di would say something like "share happiness and share difficulties together." But what happened next was something he never expected.
"Do I need to explain my actions to you? I just whipped him when I wanted to! What, do you have an objection?"
"I…"
The young man's face flushed crimson. He had never expected this teacher to speak so utterly without a proper explanation.
If Mo Di had offered some explanation, he could have argued back, demanded an explanation. But he was being completely unreasonable.
Mo Di didn't even glance at the young man, instead saying, "From now on, I'm the boss of this class! Anyone who disagrees? Pack up and get out of here! Don't stay here."
Under Mo Di's overwhelming power, the other students' expressions completely changed. They didn't dare breathe, not even daring to raise their heads.
Even the young man who had stood up earlier, seeing Mo Di remained silent, sat down dejectedly.
As for Xuan Mo, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
After all, in that situation, it was impossible for him to say he wasn't nervous.
Moreover, he secretly complained in his heart: Could this Mo Di be someone like Zhou Yi's ancestor in Douluo Dalu II...
"Okay, since everyone has no objection, then I'm here to tell you something. Explanation, explanation."
As soon as Mo Di said this, Xuan Mo suddenly felt a little speechless, "With the way you did it, who would dare to have an objection."
But he just said it in his heart.
"I've stopped teaching students a long time ago. It's just that this time was a little special, and I've met a promising young man. I won't reveal who it is. Anyway, you've fallen into my hands now, so it's both your luck and your misfortune!"
Xuan Mo noticed Mo Di's gaze, which kept glancing at him from time to time, and he secretly groaned, "I hope he's not targeting me."
But the next second, Mo Di looked away, and just when Xuan Mo was about to breathe a sigh of relief...
"I know that most of those sitting here are from the same class for six years. So, logically, you should get to know each other. However, most of these people are nobles, so I won't waste time. I know you've all interacted with each other. So next, I'll let the only commoner in the class get to know each other."
As he spoke, he pointed the bamboo whip in Xuan Mo's direction.
"Xuan Mo, come up here."
Xuan Mo saw that the whole class was looking at him, and although he secretly groaned, he was not afraid. But just as he was about to speak...
A chubby kid sitting at the corner of his mouth seemed to mutter something, but it was so quiet that it was impossible to make out what he said.
But then, a second later,
"Whoosh!"
The bamboo whip in Mo Di's hand seemed to be tracking, striking with pinpoint accuracy, striking the chubby kid's head.
"Hiss!"
A red mark instantly appeared on the chubby kid's head, a searing pain that was truly painful to watch.
Mo Di said coldly, "Can ordinary students only awaken worthless spirits? What was your family's past like? Besides, if a spirit is extremely poor, the academy won't admit them. Because a person's upper limit is fixed. From now on, I don't want to hear such talk again."
Mo Di's assertiveness silenced the entire class.
As for Xuan Mo, he agreed with Mo Di's last statement. Although the master was truly wise, he didn't quite agree with the statement, "In this world, there are no worthless spirits, only worthless people."
"Continue."
"Xuan Mo, Martial Soul: Taotie Divine Bull, Soul Power Level 14, Strong Attack and Defense-type Combat Soul Master."
When the words "Level 14" were uttered, many students exclaimed in surprise. Six years old and already at Level 14—that could already be called a freak.
"Xuan Mo, that name seems to be that new student who had a conflict with the teacher at the registration office."
"Yes, it seems worth getting to know."
"By the way, what kind of Martial Soul is that Taotie Divine Bull? How come I've never heard of it?"
"Haha! Do you know all the Martial Souls?"
"By the way, what is that Strong Attack and Defense-type..."
Xuan Mo overheard the discussion but didn't respond, simply sitting down. After all, he didn't need to answer.
"Ahem!"
Mo Di spoke, and the entire classroom fell silent.
He glanced around with satisfaction.
"Starting this afternoon, we'll officially start classes. However, my teaching style will be a little different from other teachers. If you're afraid of hardship, fatigue, or pain, and want to stay, just bear with it. Also, before this afternoon, get to know each other better, have someone's wound treated, and then meet in the playground this afternoon."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Di was the first to leave the classroom.
Of course, after Mo Di left, Xuan Mo also stood up and tried to walk outside.
But just then, a fat hand blocked his way.
"Who are you?"
Xuan Mo looked at the honest, fat man in front of him, a look of confusion on his face. He didn't seem to know him.
"Haha! My name is Jin Sanqian, and my spirit is the Pipi Elephant. I came here this time to get to know you. We can communicate more in the future at the academy."
"That's unusual. You're a noble who took the initiative to communicate with me."
Xuan Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.
Upon hearing this, Jin Sanqian couldn't help but laugh. "Actually, this is normal. After all, every noble has their own pride. But only if your strength can gain their recognition will they naturally come to you to communicate. After all, nobles really do care about their own interests. There are only a few who are self-righteous."
After a pause, he punched himself with his fist. "Just like me, I'm only at level eight now, and I came to make your acquaintance. Of course, I also have a certain purpose for this. I hope you don't take it too seriously after listening to this."
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