Is this... mentor Si Tianhao?

Because he is the responsible tutor of Class E, Si Tianhao did not give students much expectations. In addition, Si Tianhao always didn't wake up and was very lazy to ask about everything. Everyone would subconsciously ignore Si Tianhao, as if it didn't matter whether he was the tutor in Class E or not.

But now...

When Si Tianhao was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, wearing a regular camouflage military uniform, his stubble was shaved off and his black hair was tied behind his head. His bright eyes were no longer drowsy, but were bright and bright, emitting a rebirth-like light, making people vaguely feel that he was not as simple as he used to be.

For a moment, due to the large contrast between the front and back, many students subconsciously rubbed their eyes, showing shock and confusion, thinking that they had recognized the wrong person and were confused about their eyes.

What's going on?

What is the situation?

Just when many people were puzzled, Jing Ziyu and Si Tianhao's eyes met in the air, and they looked at each other and smiled, as if everything was indifferent.

What happened between Jing Ziyu and Si Tianhao?

...

Time goes back three hours ago!

Just when the class meeting was held, Jing Ziyu appeared alone at Si Tianhao's residence and gently knocked on Si Tianhao's door. After waiting for about ten seconds, he looked very sloppy, his hair exploded like a chicken coop. It seemed that Si Tianhao, who had just gotten asleep, slowly opened the door and looked at Jing Ziyu in confusion.

"Oh, the son of the famous Xing Shaowen is here! What's wrong? Did you be abused too badly by Class S? Faced with the tragic fate in the future, are you going to find a teacher to cry and complain? Tell you, there is no door, this is the tradition of Dawu Theological Academy, you have to be responsible for what you do."

While speaking, Si Tianhao still stretched his hand in his sympathy and scratched his lips, and he drooled, looking completely unrelated to me. Is this the responsibility of a class responsible tutor?

Facing Si Tianhao's rogue words, Jing Ziyu's expression did not change at all. He stood at the door and looked at Si Tianhao, saying, "I personally came to see Teacher Si Tianhao today to talk about the most outstanding geniuses in the Dawu Theological Academy, one of the best in the same era, and the only genius who could fight against my father in that era. What's wrong now?"

Swish!

Although Si Tianhao, who was still lazy just now, had no change in his expression, a faint sharp flashed in his eyes, like a sharp sword slightly pulled out of his sheath. Although it was quickly covered up in an instant, it was still keenly captured by Jing Ziyu.

With a cold brow raised, Jing Ziyu seemed to have not seen Si Tianhao's changes and continued to say to himself: "In my father's era, countless geniuses were trampled under his feet, and there was only one person, the only one who could fight with my father. Both of them fought from school to graduation, and had nearly 300 battles.

Finally, when I graduated, my father defeated that person with a half move, and temporarily led the lead with a record of 139 to 138.

Heroes always appreciate each other, and even if they are enemies, they will be admired. So the two agreed to each other that they would not want to end the competition just because of graduation and fight again ten years later to continue this passionate and refreshing passion.

But that person didn't wait for my father... so much so that this agreement was regrettably not fulfilled until today.

Am I right?

Teacher Si Tianhao, or "cold front" Si Tianhao?"

This is a long past, and the memory in the hearts of many people is not often mentioned, because the sharpest knife back then has been silent for too long, so long that it makes people completely forget it. Even if it is picked up by chance, it is regarded as a rusty knife.

But Jing Ziyu knew very well that the sharp knife was not rusted, and he also maintained it well, but the person who could wield the knife was no longer there, so the knife was unwilling to be easily unsheathed, or other opponents were not worthy of unsheathed.

And today, this sharp knife finally had a reason to be unsheathed.

"Train me!!!"

Jing Ziyu gently clenched his right fist, pounded it on his chest, and said seriously: "Train this only opponent you recognize, the son of your friend, to train me to become a real strong man, and then I will replace my father to fulfill this belated agreement."

Si Tianhao looked at Jing Ziyu calmly, his lazy expression gradually restrained, and his sharp eyes were fixed for a long time, and asked, "Why are you? You can't even get through Donnie Stark's hurdle, why do you come to fight me on behalf of your father?"

Jing Ziyu was not afraid of the pressure emitted by Si Tianhao. His eyes were bright and he said naturally: "Donny Stark is not an opponent in my opinion. I can step on him under my feet with thirty days."

Just lost to Donny Stark, Jing Ziyu was able to say these words confidently. This arrogant attitude was like an arrogant maniac showing himself proudly.

But Si Tianhao smiled, looked at Jing Ziyu a little, waved his head gently, and signaled that Jing Ziyu could leave.

Jing Ziyu did not continue talking nonsense, and bowed his hand and then left with a tiger step, because Jing Ziyu knew that his goal had been achieved.

...

Just as Jing Ziyu expected and expected, Si Tianhao had a very complete change, washing away his decadence, as if he had been sharpened again. Although his sharpness was not yet sheathed, the momentum emitted from his body gave people a feeling of being ready to go, which was a murderous intent hidden in the sheath.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and these eyes emitted a biting chill like sharp edges. Under the gaze of such eyes, all the students were cold all over. Even Jing Ziyu felt a sense of chilling inside, as if in the next moment, Si Tianhao might start a sudden attack at any time.

This is an extremely dangerous feeling, an extremely sharp feeling.

With such sharp and sharp eyes, the restless voice of Class E has completely disappeared without realizing it. It is very quiet. Everyone dared not even breathe loudly, including Jing Ziyu, quietly waiting for Si Tianhao's orders.

"First of all, I want to inform you about something!"

"Because of the failure of this challenge, you have completely lost all your money. Now even your only classroom has been lost. The little resources belong to you are already in the assets of Class S."

"So... I am now on behalf of the school, I will officially notify you to move out of this classroom!"

Wow!

Si Tianhao came up and announced bad news. All the students were restless in an instant, and everyone showed an indignant expression, as if they were deprived of their territory. The valueless dignity of Class E was trampled on again.

"Teacher Si Tianhao, although our e-class doesn't have much stuff, there is at least a classroom where we can teach. Now that we have even deprived our only classroom, how can we teach and where are we going to class?"

"Yeah yeah!"

All the students were noisy and expressed their anger. They all looked like menopause-time women suddenly caught their husbands and were having an affair with other women.

Facing the student who seemed to be a resentful woman, Si Tianhao said nothing, but stood there coldly, staring at her sharp eyes calmly, and all the students felt a little chill and they all became honest.

The classroom became quiet again. After the silence, Si Tianhao slowly spoke: "Don't negotiate terms for the loser. Only the winner will receive the treatment he deserves. No matter how disgraceful the means are used, do you understand?"

The students didn't talk anymore because everyone clearly felt that Si Tianhao was really different. If they were still treated Si Tianhao in the same way as before, they would probably die miserably. Especially when Si Tianhao's eyes just now, everyone felt a strong murderous intent. If they continued to make noise, Si Tianhao might really kill people.

Seeing the students so honest, Si Tianhao raised a smile on the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "It's very good, it's still worth saving."

The next moment, Si Tianhao seemed to think of something again, with a smile on his face, and muttered and complained: "**! The poor weak are Xing Shaowen's favorite thing to do, so why would I have such boring sympathy?"

Si Tianhao's voice was very small, and many people didn't hear it clearly, but Jing Ziyu's ears were very sharp, and he showed a knowing smile, and he was also a little amused. However, seeing Si Tianhao's heart-warming smile, Jing Ziyu was sure that in the proud Si Tianhao's heart, his father definitely occupies a very important position.

After remembering this little memory, Si Tianhao regained his sharpness and continued: "Okay, the thing that should be announced has been announced. Next, I have a few words to say to you."

The students sat upright, and each was curious and prepared to listen to the teachings.

"What should I say? You idiots, or the students in previous e-classes, are all fucking idiots, one by one, and they all forget about a very important thing."

"Think about it, what kind of land are you standing on!"

"This is the Dawu Seminary, the highest institution of the federal government, the concentration camp of geniuses, and the paradise for the growth of armored warriors. How could there be weak people in such a place?"

"Even if you are placed in other schools, you will definitely be the elite among the elites and the objects that all students admire."

"But what about you? You forgot this glory, bewildered by the illusion in front of you, put yourself in the posture of a weak person, and then forgot your pride. Finally, you stumbled into graduation from Dawu Theological Academy and returned home with your graduation certificate."

"Wrong, all are wrong!"

"Remember, you are geniuses. This is the Dawu Seminary. It does not collect waste. Even if it is an end class, it is an unrivaled elite and genius in other schools."

If Jing Ziyu's words aroused the blood of the students; then Si Tianhao's words were like a stimulant, accurately inserted into everyone's hearts, and ignited the passion and belief of all students in the most direct way. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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