Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 1112: Sun·Da Wenhao·Mo

"Unbearable!"

Bai Fu dropped a word, flung his sleeve and left.

"Haha, are you qualified to speak of others?"

Sun Mo sneered.

It's a pity that Bai Fu didn't bother to pay attention to Sun Mo. In her eyes, what the four chief winners and the hands of gods are, but they are also vulgar things.

"Look, your self-righteous arrogance actually proves your vulgarity. You are disguising your vulgarity with Wenqing."

Sun Mo sneered: "Some experts have a really high ideological level. Fishing in the South China Sea and the moon in the mountains are sentimental and virtuous, but what about you? But just to prove that you are different from us'ladies' That's it."

"But when you prove these, you have already fallen and lost."

"Pretty!"

Li Ziqi, who overheard at the door, wanted to admire him.

"You bullshit!"

Bai Fu scolded.

"Are you angry? Does it mean you care?"

Sun Mo spread his hands: "Is this more favorable than any evidence?"

Sun Mo is in modern times, but a teacher, he has seen all kinds of students, and even if he is not a teacher, as long as he often goes online, no one has ever seen him!

Leave a waist-length hair, wear a white skirt, bare feet, and step on a pair of cloth shoes...

Go on a pilgrimage to a certain place, purify the soul, go to a certain sea to live alone, feed the birds and read...

To be honest, Sun Mo also thought about it.

Who hasn't been young after all.

"I do not deny the life you desire, but I also ask you not to insult the ideals of famous teachers!"

Sun Mo's tone became severe: "To live for love, and to die for love is your freedom, but chasing the realm of saints is our freedom."

"Even if it is utilitarian and vulgar, what about it?"

"In my opinion, even a farmer’s lifelong pursuit is to want a hundred acres of fertile land, several farming cattle, a virtuous wife, and a smart child, there is nothing wrong with it."

"There is no big or small ideal, no difference between superior and inferior!"

"Aren't you a person who pretends to be noble and unrestrained? Your pride is to make you look down on others' ideals of sanctification?"

Om!

Jin Yu's good words broke out.

The brilliant light spots splashed on the roof of the building at night, like a firefly flying, and it also reflected Bai Fu's flushed cheeks.

She became angry by what Sun Mo said.

"It's over, this person can't dig!"

Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was about to finish.

"Why are the characters of geniuses so awkward?"

Li Ziqi didn't understand.

"This is Yuncaiaowu, right?"

Mascot analysis.

"What do you know?"

Bai Fu retorted.

She admitted that Sun Mo's remarks are very reasonable, and what is even more troublesome is that this guy really thinks so, otherwise Jin Yu's good words will not break out.

In this way, Bai Fu can't say that Sun Mo is hypocritical.

"I don't understand, I have to learn more!"

Sun Mo responded.

Sorry, I didn't lose on the line.

The Sun Hei dog, who is running off the rein, bites into the flesh, takes a bite of three feet, and can't scare you.

"Hehe, that's a pity, when I was born, I naturally understood and understood everything, no matter what, as soon as I learn it."

Bai Fu pretended to be sad, and sighed: "You may think that the saint is out of reach, but in my opinion, it's just climbing a mountain, it's meaningless!"

"Then have you created anything for this world?"

Sun Mo asked back.

"You mean the value of life?"

Bai Fu chuckled: "Why do people have to be valuable if they are alive? Do I bother others by eating and drinking, writing and painting every day? I am willing to waste my life, can you control it?"

"By the way, let me add that my living expenses are earned by myself!"

It's a real hammer, so he's just crazy.

Sun Mo doesn't want to talk about it anymore. Bai Fu is typically the kind of wealthy son who was born with good clothes and food, and has not been bitten by this old dog in society.

The problem that ordinary people think about is to fill their stomachs. To be more advanced, I want to save money, buy a game console, or chase some girl I like.

But these, Bai Fu was born.

Without caring about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, she naturally has a lot of time to think about things.

Of course, not to mention that people are talented and spoiled by many people.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't impose my values ​​on you!"

Sun Mo advances by retreating.

This is on the line!

Is right or wrong important?

It doesn’t matter, what matters is winning.

"Know that you are wrong, just step back!"

Bai Fu waved his hand.

"My last question, are you empty in this life?"

Sun Mo knew that Bai Fu's face changed slightly, and he knew he was right.

As long as it is a human being, those psychological problems are bound to exist.

In the Marlows needs theory, the fifth level, but self-realization needs, and even the fourth level, respecting needs, Bai Fu has not fully obtained.

She is a genius, but does she have achievements that others will admire from the bottom of my heart?

Bai Fu said that she didn't care, but in her heart, she had never thought about it like this.

Okay!

Even if she hadn't thought about it, Sun Mo would help her remember now.

Sniffing?

Fighting the world view?

Sorry, countless philosophers and psychologists from Blue Star are with me at this moment.

"Looking at you, I really like poetry and songs, and I am a person who loves literature? Since you say that no matter what, you can learn it as soon as you learn, then may I ask, do you have any literary works?"

Sun Mo sets off.

"Ha, your question shows how shallow you are!"

Bai Fu finally found a place to fight back: "The real literary works cannot be mass-produced, and cannot be written through a certain routine mode. Only a good hand, this is the charm of literature!"

"Alchemy and Qiqi, if you learn it, you can do it yourself, and you can even be better than blue, but literature and words can be written by anyone, but can you write immortal works?"

Bai Fuyang raised the book in his hand: "For example, "Journey to the West"."

"Puff!"

Outside the door, Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo smiled.

You say this, but you will suffer.

The corners of Sun Mo's mouth twitched.

Although Sun Mo wrote in Journey to the West, which is different from the original, he plagiarized the content after all, so he prohibited Zheng Qingfang and others from propagating it.

So only a small number of people know that he is the author of Journey to the West.

"I think this book has broken the shackles of mankind, and let off the wings of dreams. The original world can be like this."

Bai Fu stroked the cover of the book, his tone full of admiration.

"You should have read this book? Can you imagine it?"

Sun Mo is silent, I'm afraid I can scare you to death by telling my illusion world.

"Do you want to dig me to Zhongzhou Academy? Yes, write an immortal book comparable to it!"

Bai Fu shook the Journey to the West in his hand, stopped talking with Sun Mo, and walked out of the iron gate. Out of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo, but what does this have to do with her?

"If I write it out, will you be a bull and a horse for me?"

Sun Mo mocked.

"You can be your toilet!"

Bai Fu despised.

This kind of book, you have never seen it in a century, rely on you?

To be honest, your chances of becoming holy are greater than the chances of writing an immortal book.

"Do you like this book very much?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile

"Lent it to you, take a look and you will understand that this world is not worth it!"

Bai Fu threw the book to Sun Mo.

"Why is there no back?"

Lu Zhiruo discovered that the book had been torn off a lot.

Bai Fu did not answer, and went straight down the stairs.

Is life empty?

Sun Mo is right!

Bai Fu felt very empty, and the days when he was able to learn everything were really boring, so when Journey to the West appeared in Liao and Jing, after reading it, Bai Fu suddenly discovered that the original dream world is the most Free.

Bai Fu envied the monkey.

Envy the Monkey King who didn't put on the curse.

So she tore off the back part.

It can be said that Sun Mo is the culprit who turned Bai Fu into Wenqing.

"Teacher, I think although this famous teacher is talented, he is not suitable for teaching people!"

Lu Zhiruo whispered, she couldn't see the temperament of a famous teacher from Bai Fu's body.

"It depends on what she teaches?"

Sun Mo looked downstairs, Bai Fu leaving behind.

He has seen her information, piano, chess, poems and paintings, and is proficient in everything. From the age of fifteen, he can point to those brothels.

Under her, there have been three talented oirans.

This is still Bai Fu's boring work, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

In other words, Bai Fu is really talented in art and literature.

"Teacher, do you want to write a book?"

Li Ziqi is looking forward to it.

"Not written!"

Sun Mo sighed, he could only act as a copy of the text again.

When he returned to the room, Sun Mo asked Xiao Hebao to give him a memorable shot, and then blessed him with a yellow beam and a dream to help him recall the dream of his school days.

Sun Mo wants to watch "A Dream of Red Mansions" again.

The "Water Margin" is definitely not good. It's too reactionary. Even if he writes it, no bookseller would dare to pick it up. Moreover, as soon as he left, someone might report an official to arrest someone.

"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is not good either. This thing men read is a heroic article, and it doesn't match the slightest bit of a literary girl.

To be honest, if you want to be more popular than "Journey to the West", you can actually write "Gold X Plum", which is absolutely popular, and in terms of artistry, this book is also very high.

However, due to content limitations, literary girls must not talk about it.

"When propagating, I am afraid that Gandalf will be used as a gimmick with the help of the second book by the author of Journey to the West."

Sun Mo sighed.

The artistic level of "Dream of Red Mansions" is very high, but this creates a problem. Ordinary people can’t understand it, and ordinary people can’t understand it, so it won’t be a household name in a short period of time, and it will become a big hit.

Sun Mo stayed at the Black and White Academy for a month at most. For such a short period of time, the reputation of "A Dream of Red Mansions" alone would not do much.

"Go and rest!"

Sun Mo didn't sleep anymore, and began to struggle with writing.

After becoming a famous teacher, his memory exploded. He woke up from Huang Liang's dream and remembered everything he had seen before.

Monovalent hydrogen chloride potassium sodium silver, divalent oxygen calcium barium magnesium zinc,

Unfortunately, this world doesn't use it!

……

Li Ziqi didn't sleep all night because he was always thinking about Sun Mo's new book.

In her opinion, what the teacher wrote is definitely a masterpiece.

When the sky shined, Li Ziqi couldn't help it anymore and went straight to the school cafeteria.

"Uncle Wang, are you okay?"

Li Ziqi asked with a smile.

"Okay! Alright!"

Chef Wang accompanied the smiling face and saw Li Ziqi unwrap the lid. He checked them one by one and quickly assured: "They are all new to me. I will get up and work in less than two more days."

"Thank you Uncle Wang!"

Li Ziqi smiled sweetly, filled the food box with chicken soup, steamed buns, and four-color side dishes, and then walked to the reception building.

"Pharaoh, who is this little girl?"

The old farmer who sent the vegetables saw Li Ziqi and asked curiously: "It's so beautiful!"

"Put away your dog's eyes, you can look at the nobles?"

Chef Wang cursed.

"Haha!"

The old farmer smiled awkwardly.

He knew that Chef Wang had been in charge of the cafeteria of the Black and White Academy because of his outstanding cooking skills and his seniority.

A few years ago, he stopped cooking, and he came across high-star bosses to show off a few hands, but now, he actually greets a little girl.

"Looking at the extravagance of the other person, maybe it is the child of a certain family, right?"

Old farmers speculate.

Boom!

Chef Wang kicked the old farmer in the ass.

"What are you thinking about? I am a big disciple of Master Sun!"

Chef Wang explained.

In the beginning, Li Ziqi came to the school cafeteria to recruit chefs. Chef Wang refused, but there were too many people giving him too much.

One day is worth one year's wages.

Just to make Sun Mo eat well.

This apprentice is simply too filial.

"Hey, Master Sun? Is it the one who promoted Master Zhang to the sub-sage?"

The old vegetable farmer took a breath.

"Have you heard of it?"

Chef Wang was surprised.

He has already prepared to return all the deposit collected to Li Ziqi, just to ask his son for the hand of God.

"Look at what you said~IndoMTL.com~ such a big thing, the whole Liaoning and Kyoto know about it."

The old vegetable farmer took out the tobacco leaves: "Would you like a pot?"

Chef Wang was about to pick him up, but he held back: "No, I'm cooking for Master Sun these few days, so I can't get tobacco smoke!"

"When Master Sun becomes a sub-sage in the future, you will be amazing. The cook who has cooked dishes for Master Sun!"

The envy of the old vegetable farmer.

"That's natural!"

Chef Wang is proud of his ambitions, and at the same time he made up his mind to rush Minger and take out his unique skills to let Sun Mo linger.

It should be easy to ask for a picture at that time.

……

Li Ziqi came and saw Lu Zhiruo napping with his hands on his knees, leaning against the door of the room.

"What are you doing?"

Little purse was stunned: "Isn't it because you want to read a new book?"

"Huh? Master Sister!"

The mascot wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "I want to be the first to see the teacher's new book!"

"..."

Xiao He Baoxin said, this is impossible, I am a big sister, I have to go first!

You can give you everything else, but this one won’t work!

Boom! Boom!

Li Ziqi knocked on the door of the room.

"Teacher, I brought breakfast, it's time to eat!"

The light inside didn't go out. The teacher must have written all night.

"Come in!"

Hearing this, Li Ziqi couldn't wait to push the door open, and while walking inside, he glanced at the desk.

Wow,

What a thick stack of manuscripts!

The teacher is really productive!

Just don’t know what was written?

Li Ziqi still wanted to be reserved, Lu Zhiruo lost his thoughts, and rushed to the table, squatting next to him, staring at the manuscript blankly.

""A Dream of Red Mansions"? This name makes it beautiful!"

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