"After we create a technique, won't we be able to improve our strength as quickly as Lin Ping'an?"
"Right! That's absolutely true! It will be really awesome when the time comes!"
"I heard that many human race masters are civilization masters. It must be for this reason."
“…”
At the back, the content of the freshmen's discussion was completely different from that at the front, which could be described as polarized.
"Ah! It's a headache! I have to study again! I have to study cultural subjects before I get into the university, and I have to study cultural subjects after I get into the university. I think my application to this university was in vain! I feel like dying!"
"Oh my god! Why did I choose the Department of Creation? It would be fine even if it was the Department of Manufacturing!"
"It's painful! It's so painful! My scalp tingles just thinking about going to a semester!"
"Who isn't? I must change my major next semester!"
"Damn it! Who on earth came up with this system? Why can't all combat-types be recruited?"
"It's a trap! It's a trap!"
"Brother, Brother, I feel a little sleepy and want to sleep now."
"Third brother, hold on, second brother will stick with you, uh... I can't do it anymore, how about we sleep together?"
"Second brother, third brother, the class hasn't started yet! It's not time to go to bed yet! Cheer up!"
“…”
Among them, the performance of three brothers from Linhai was particularly outstanding among the new group in the rear.
At this moment, a figure walked in. In an instant, the freshmen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the classroom became silent.
At this moment, Lin Ping'an had a blank expression on his face. He glanced at them indifferently, walked to an empty seat in front where no one was around, sat down, and waited quietly.
at the same time.
The freshmen sat upright, their bodies frozen in place.
It has to be said that what someone did yesterday did leave them with a significant psychological shadow.
Ten minutes later, a civilized teacher came in and started the class. His cultivation level was about the peak of the fourth level.
In response to this, Lin Ping'an took a casual glance, sensed it slightly, and understood it clearly.
"The civilization master created the technique... the origin... the strongest..."
"How to create... using permutations and combinations... guiding thinking... the principles behind it..."
"In ancient times... in a secret place... there were ancient techniques left behind..."
On the podium, the instructor continued to lecture, his eyes occasionally glancing at someone.
Under the podium, students in the front row were listening attentively, while those in the back row were drowsy, their upper eyelids wanting to kiss their lower eyelids from time to time, as if they were all under a hypnotic spell.
Lin Ping'an's expression remained unchanged, but he had made up his mind.
This class is over and I won’t come again.
To him, these things that he had already known sounded meaningless.
Sitting here and listening to the lecture is just a waste of time.
Not leaving on the spot was the greatest respect he could show her.
On the stage, the civilized teacher seemed to notice something, his eyes shifted, he paused for a moment, and began to call on students to answer questions.
"Li Lang, stand up and answer this question."
"Emm...Teacher, I don't know how to do it."
"Remember the question, go back and copy it 500 times, and the person next to you should stand up and answer it."
"Neither can I."
"Five hundred times, stand up and answer next to you."
"+1."
"Hoohoo... Then add five hundred times and copy a thousand times."
“…”
Most of the freshmen sitting in the back seats were completely defeated, and they were pleasantly surprised with rewards in their first class.
A few minutes later.
"Student Lin Ping'an, please answer this question."
Hearing this, Lin Pingan stood up and began to answer in a calm tone.
"Offensive techniques focus on three characteristics and five assumptions. The three characteristics are power, speed, and consumption..."
"If you want to create..."
"The result is no less than..."
The more the civilized teacher listened, the more satisfied he became, and a hint of joy appeared on his face.
As expected, he is Lin Ping'an, who has created a yellow-level technique and become a first-class civilized master.
Compared with other freshmen, he is different. He has a profound knowledge base.
However, two minutes later, the instructor's eyes revealed a hint of surprise.
It's just perfect.
This answer was absolutely impeccable, more comprehensive and accurate than the answer he had expected.
Unexpectedly, the instructor suddenly became interested and asked a few more questions.
In response to this, Lin Ping'an remained very relaxed and did not even pause when answering.
Then, the instructor's questions became more and more difficult, but they still did not stump Lin Pingan.
Below the stage, listening to the two people's questions and answers, the expressions on the faces of the freshmen gradually became numb and dull, as if they were watching some large-scale pretentious performance, with empty and lifeless eyes.
After a long time.
The civilized teacher nodded and praised him generously.
"Student Lin Ping'an, your foundation is so solid. You are indeed a genius."
"For you, the theoretical knowledge courses of the lower three grades are meaningless. Now I can officially announce that you have graduated from my course."
"From now on, whether you come or not is entirely up to your mood."
Hearing this, Lin Ping'an smiled slightly, lowered his head slightly, and replied in a calm tone.
“Thank you very much, Master!”
This sentence is indeed sincere.
Although he had already made up his mind not to come next time, being able to get the tutor to take the initiative to make a promise would save him a lot of trouble.
Not far away, the freshmen were full of questions.
What the hell?
We just started learning in the first class and you graduated early!
Outrageous!
This is outrageous!
It's outrageous. It's fucking outrageous - it's outrageous to the extreme!
The poor students in the back row were fine. Although they were shocked, they could accept it.
After all, similar scenes have occurred in high schools in the past, and they also served as a backdrop for the audience.
Today, it is just a repeat, and even more excessive.
It used to be compliments, but now it’s just a matter of ending the course and graduating early, no big deal.
But the top students in the front row couldn't stand it.
Originally they were the protagonists of this scene, but now they have become the background.
Especially during the question and answer session just now, some top students couldn't even keep up with the two people's thinking.
This made them extremely uncomfortable.
In the area that I thought I was best at, I was taught a severe lesson.
In this situation, no matter who it is, there will be a huge psychological gap.
Half an hour later, the get out of class was over. After the instructor left, he boasted to his colleagues and told them what happened in the class.
This immediately attracted the curiosity of other creative department instructors.
In the next few days, similar scenes were repeated several times.
The first class of every new course became Lin Pingan’s performance show.
The continuous and smooth questions and answers made the top students look uglier and made the poor students in the back row tremble with fear.
It’s so horrible!
Not only is he good at fighting, but he also has knowledge of martial arts that completely crushes all the freshmen.
monster!
It's simply an inhuman monster.
The events of the past few days were accidentally exposed on the campus network, which triggered crazy discussions among students.
"Three days! It only took three days! I completed all the freshman credits! A new record! This is simply the fastest record in the school!"
"There is no one before and no one after. No one can surpass him!"
"Oh my god! Isn't Zhao Shan, the instructor of the Creative Department, the most strict one? Even he was conquered! This is incredible!"
"He's good at both literature and martial arts. Is this the top scholar this year? A monster! What a monster!"
“…”