The system invites me to be a teacher

Confucius and Mencius helplessly said: "This is really no, but the above question is not very difficult. Can you just tell it?"

Xie Meixuan: "..."

After a moment of silence, she said lightly: "You should speak for yourself."

"Why? I think you said very well!" Confucius and Mencius were puzzled.

Xie Meixuan gritted her teeth word by word: "Because I—no—will—do it!!!"

Confucius and Mencius: "..."

Looking at Xie Meixuan, who was sitting aside and didn't want to say anything, Confucius shook his head helplessly, and at the same time secretly complained: They all said that women are fickle, and I didn't believe them before. Today is a long experience.

As for what Xie Meixuan would not make, he did not believe it at all.

Although those questions are difficult, you, a student who graduated from Mizuki, said no, it is too fake.

Shaking his head, he quickly put away distractions.

It is not the school's teaching task to make up lessons for students. Xie Meixuan is unwilling, and he can't force it. At most, he works harder.

At this time, Zhen Tiehan smiled and handed over a stack of test papers: "Mr. Kong, this is everyone's homework today. I have seen it in advance. No one is sneaking or skiing. Have you ever seen it again?"

Confucius and Mencius took it and roughly flipped it, nodding in satisfaction.

These assignments are done very carefully at the first glance, such as math big problems, the steps are clearly written line by line, which is completely different from some students who write two lines of equations and get the answer.

The main subject language he taught is the most detailed, including composition, which is also written on graph paper and pasted at the end.

It seems that the two of Zhen Tiehan are also fighting to reduce their workload.

"From now on, your homework will be consistent with everyone." Confucius and Mencius have clear rewards and punishments.

After the two left happily, Confucius and Mencius began to help Wang Tong deal with the difficulties according to the usual practice, and then took advantage of the gap to teach Zheng Mao music theory.

After half an hour, the two walked aside to digest what they had learned. Fang Zhenyuan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately said excitedly: "Teacher, I practiced according to your method these days, and I finally got a sense of breath last night."

Confucius and Mencius froze for a moment and did not believe, "I feel angry now? How is it possible?"

Seeing Confucius and Mencius's resolute tone, Fang Zhenyuan was unsure again: "I don't know if it's right, but when I punched, I felt a faint air around some body joints, and the force of moves was much greater.

After thinking about it, Confucius and Mencius took out a candle from the office drawer and lit it: "Now punch with the feeling you said."

Others heard the conversation between the two and looked over curiously.

Fang Zhenyuan nodded, closed his eyes tightly, and opened them again for a long time, only to see him shout: "Huh!"

Then he threw a punch.

When the fist wind passed, the flame of the candle burning seemed to burst into a drop of oil and suddenly expanded.

"Hiss~" Everyone couldn't help taking a breath, "This is..."

If Fang Zhenyuan puts out the fist and the candle goes out, even if they are surprised, their reaction will not be so great.

After all, as long as the punch is fast enough, it is still possible for the wind from the fist to extinguish the tiny flame on the top of the candle.

But the fact and imagination are diametrically opposed. Instead of extinguishing the candle's flame, it burns more vigorously.

Although this boom only lasts for a moment, it is boom when it is booming. This is an indisputable fact.

Is what Fang Zhenyuan said is true?

Seeing that he succeeded in one blow, Fang Zhenyuan immediately opened his eyes and smiled: "Teacher, look at this..."

Confucius and Mencius waved him away, then walked to the candle, waved his left arm, palm like a knife, and slashed diagonally.

bake--

The candle flame that had just returned to normal suddenly rose four fingers high, and the reflected classroom was bright.

"Fuck, it's the teacher... you're amazing!" Fang Zhenyuan, who was so proud of his cultivation, was instantly stunned.

Long Aotian, who had been paddling next to him, was startled and said, "Is there really martial arts in this world? Teacher, you must teach me, I also want to be a super master."

Confucius and Mencius looked at Long Aotian, then at all those who were staring at him eagerly and asked, "Do you want to learn too?"

After getting a positive answer, he smiled lightly: "But when I taught Fang Zhenyuan, weren't you all present? Just go home and practice hard as I said."

"This……"

The students looked at each other, because they seemed to know the way, but...

Long Aotian still said, "Teacher, is it true that you only need to take a deep breath and slow down your breathing to cultivate Qi?"

This time Fang Zhenyuan answered: "Of course, I am the proof. But Brother Long, you started earlier than me. Why did I catch you from behind?"

Seeing everyone eager to try, Confucius and Mencius kindly added: "You can try to cultivate, but I want to remind you that it is basically impossible to practice the sense of breath without three years of effort."

"Huh? Then Fang Zhenyuan..."

Confucius and Mencius shook his head: "I don't know, Fang Zhenyuan's situation is very special."

Fang Zhenyuan was immediately happy: "So, I'm still the kind of super martial arts wizard that is rare in ten thousand years?"

Confucius and Mencius corrected: “It’s not that there is no one in a million, but there is no one in a billion. In theory, your situation should not exist in reality, and as long as you can practice diligently for three months at most, I am not an opponent. Up."

Fang Zhenyuan was even more excited when he heard this: "Then what is the function of this breath?"

Everyone's attention is concentrated again, which is what they care about.

If, according to Confucius and Mencius, I have worked hard for at least three years before I have the same aura as Fang Zhenyuan, if it is not very useful, the gain will not be worth the loss.

Confucius and Mencius explained: "It's more useful. First of all, it can improve your punching power and enhance your ability to fight.

And as the sense of breath gradually strengthens, your body will get better and better, and your resistance to diseases, heat, and cold will be greatly strengthened.

Finally, this kind of aura is the basis for Cunjin's strength. With it, you can learn from me to control the enemy."

Every time Confucius and Mencius uttered a word, Fang Zhenyuan's smile increased, and in the end he couldn't close his mouth.

Long Aotian asked, "What else?"

Confucius and Mencius was taken aback: "Ah? Nothing!"

"that's it???"

"Then what else do you want?"

"For example, to increase your life span for decades out of thin air, flying on the wall like a foot on the ground, hitting the sky and the earth with one punch..."

Confucius and Mencius slapped his head: "What are you thinking about? Shaolin boxing is just a method of strengthening the body. Its principle is to stimulate the potential of the body's cells, thereby regulating the physiological activity of one's own organs... A mess of novels."

"Hey, what's the use of practicing this stuff? If you are sick, there is a hospital, if it is hot, there is air conditioning, and if it is cold, there is heating.

I don't fight with people, no matter how good my fighting ability is, it is in vain.Is it to show off your ability in this area to deliberately beat people?I'm not stupid!"

Other people have also lost interest. As Long Aotian said, this thing is really not very useful. The most important thing is to practice diligently for three consecutive years. I don't have so much time and so much perseverance.

Only Fang Zhenyuan is proud, he loves martial arts and becomes obsessed, and he doesn't realize how much energy he spends in this area.

Watching the burning hold, he began to punch the flames, and looked at the flames that kept flaring, his mouth almost couldn't close.

Confucius and Mencius no longer paid attention to this product, because Li Sihua was looking at herself with a thick pile of medical records.

After Xie Meixuan witnessed the wonderful performance of Confucius and Mencius, her mouth opened into an O shape.

Today can be said to be the most disruptive day she has grown up so much.