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The reason why Lin Chen was sad was not because of overflowing sympathy, but because he saw the shadow of his former self in these people.
In this world, level is determined by martial soul.
Effort is completely meaningless.
Even Lin Chen himself, when he was first diagnosed with the useless martial spirit, faced everyone's ridicule, he still felt that relying on his own efforts, he would be able to change his life against the will of heaven and let everyone who laughed at him know that the useless martial spirit Soul does not represent waste.
But as time went on and he got older, he felt more and more powerless.
Ten years of persistent efforts are not as good as someone else¡¯s one month of cultivation.
??Even, one day.
In the end, he gave up and said whatever others wanted to say, he didn't care at all.
??This kind of feeling of working hard and getting only a meager reward, people who have not abandoned their martial soul will never be able to understand it.
"If I hadn't met a good teacher, I would have drifted with the crowd and been a useless person for the rest of my life, spending the rest of my life like a maggot in a dark and damp corner, dying in regret.
Lin Chen felt that perhaps the students in Class 7 of Qingmu had also worked hard before.
No!
Not maybe.
They come from well-known families, so they must have worked hard!
The glory of their fathers is their motivation.
It was only later that they realized that their efforts were completely meaningless, so they completely abandoned themselves and drifted with the crowd.
After arriving at Qingmu Class 7, they found so many similar people with the same odor, and they competed with each other. Whoever practices seriously and listens carefully to the lectures is the dog raised by the teacher.
In this environment, their life trajectories are even less likely to change at all.
For example, at this moment, a fourth-level formation master was talking endlessly about his experience and insights on the formation. If it were placed elsewhere, countless formation masters without the guidance of famous teachers would probably go crazy with excitement when they heard this. .
But, no one in Aoki Class 7 was listening.
What they want is the pleasure of becoming a peerless master in an instant, not the hardships in the process of climbing.
Lin Chen put down the roster, stretched out his foot, and kicked the back of Li Sifang's head.
Snapped!
Li Sifang turned around suddenly, slapped Lin Chen on the foot, and said angrily: "You dare to kick me?"
"Trash."
With a sneer on his lips, Lin Chen pointed to the roster and said, "Seventeen years old, third level of Body Tempering Realm. I'm very confused, how did you do it?"
"Can you say that again?"
Li Sifang's eyes widened, as bright as bells. He stood up with a loud sound, pointed at Lin Chen and shouted: "I am the Sifang Marquis of Daxia. Don't think that just because you can defeat Wang Chao, you can attack me." You screamed, if you don't kneel down and apologize to me, I will kill you today, I said, I will definitely kill someone!"
This incident made all the students in the hall excited, and even those who were sleeping on the table stopped sleeping.
"Li Sifang, you inherited your father's title. This title of Marquis of Sifang was not obtained by you!"
"People are so scared of the four directions."
"In the last sword test, everyone had to kill a bull. We all killed it, but you were the only one who vomited there for a long time and didn't dare to raise the sword."
"Haha, I'm laughing so hard. You don't even dare to kill a bull, and you still say you want to kill someone."
Everyone burst into laughter. Although Li Sifang looked extremely cold, they all knew that he was completely pretending.
Because Li Sifang had long said that his dream was to be a lone swordsman and a cold-blooded killer. He even vowed to kill someone sooner or later to prove himself.
But in fact, in the first lesson of the swordsmanship trial, Li Sifang knelt on the ground looking at the bloody bull. His face was pale and he vomited for a long time. The swordsmanship teacher was so frightened that he would be killed by those dead bulls. Scared to death.
"You guys, you know nothing!"
Li Sifang blushed and said angrily: "I, Li Sifang, swear to God, sooner or later I will kill people and become a peerless swordsman. Let all you bastards see. If anyone dares to laugh again, I will kill him tonight." who!"
"Ha ha!"
When everyone heard this, they laughed even more happily.
Zhao Ziyue covered her mouth and mocked: "Li Sifang, we are both useless martial souls, but I have broken through to the first level of the warrior realm this year, unlike someone who is one year older than me and is still at the third level of the body tempering realm. Duan, hee hee!"
? ???Zhao Ziyue, you bitch! "
Li Sifang looked at Zhao Ziyue's despicable look, his whole body was shaking with anger and his eyes were red.
An extremely strong killing intent arose from his heart.
"Classmates, students, please be quiet and listen to me!"
At the lecture table, Sun Yan said quickly: "Don't be impulsive. This is your last formation class this year. Can you be quieter in the last class? If the patrolling teacher hears it, my year-end assessment, but Points will be deducted.¡±
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they understood why Sun Yan was talking so eloquently today that he was spitting.
Are you afraid that the patrolling teacher will see him and deduct his grade?
¡°Brothers, eat hot pot!¡±
A young man excitedly took out a huge copper pot and banged it on the desk.
Sun Yan's face began to turn green at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He has long heard that Class 7 of Shenmu eats hot pot in class, but he cannot teach Class 7 more than a few classes in a year. This is the first time he has seen such a scene.
Lin Chen smacked his lips. He didn't expect that even if he just mocked Li Sifang, the situation would turn out like this.
Lin Chen saw Class 6 of Qingmu through the carvings of the window. Teacher Jiang Guyue spoke softly. The students listened carefully to the class and took notes carefully. It felt like they were only a dozen meters apart, but they were completely different worlds.
What kind of monsters are these Aoki Class 7?
Sun Yan looked at the chaotic classroom, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly looked out the door, but he could only watch helplessly as the patrolling teacher walked past the door of Class 7, frowned, and wrote down something in the small notebook he carried with him. Go down.
He shuddered, turned around, glared at Lin Chen, and roared: "Lin Jiang, it's all because of you, you bastard. My score is already low. If I get penalized this time, I will definitely be punished at the end of the year. You beast, a wild dog." , did I tell you that you were not allowed to speak when I was giving lectures?"
"You are cursing, Old Ghost Sun is cursing!"
"He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry!"
Everyone laughed. The more anxious and angry Sun Yan became, the more they felt the meaning of their existence.
The mood is very comfortable.
Lin Chen raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned cold, and said: "The nonsense you said is misleading, and at this time, in front of so many students, you actually cursed such swear words, your mouth , just like a cesspool, how do you deserve to be a teacher?"
"You, you dare to talk to me like this?"
Sun Yan blew his beard and glared angrily, and said angrily: "You piece of shit, Lin Jiang, you, a pig and dog of the first level of the Martial Spirit Realm, dare to scold me, a great martial sect. You say what I say is nonsense, what about you?" ? Do you understand the formation? You can't even touch the surface of the formation!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com