I became Piktao’s elf

"Money is the big house in Sarasota that has a shelf life of only ten years. Power is the old stone building that will stand for hundreds of years!"

"This has been the case since ancient times."

"Businessmen can be rampant for a while, but only power and honor can last forever."

The history teacher talked eloquently in class, "So you have also seen those big capitalists. After they became famous, some built rockets, some planted trees, and some joined forces with several large companies to promote world development."

"It's just to leave a name in history!"

"They know very well that even the richest man in the world is nothing more than that. After twenty or fifty years, who can remember who the richest man in the world was a few years ago?"

Having said this, he looked towards the classroom and pointed at An Lan with a smile, "An Lan!"

An Lan was suddenly noticed by the history teacher and stood up unprepared.

"Well, I heard that you are going to play professionally next year?"

After all, he is a history teacher. Traveling in the long river of history, his inner world is also different.

He asked Xiang Anlan with a smile, not thinking that this was anything treasonous.

An Lan couldn't control his thoughts and could only answer honestly: "Ang, I have this plan."

"Very good." The history teacher smiled and said, "I don't support your grade in engaging in things other than studying, but I won't object either."

"Of course, the premise is that you have proven your strength in another industry."

"So for An Lan, it's really a big deal right now. I can see you every day when I go home from get off work and check Douyin!"

The history teacher smiled slyly and said, "I heard that you will make a lot of money if you go to work professionally. Everyone also thinks that you are studying to go to college and find a job just to make money? This is the life of ordinary people, isn't it?"

"I also heard my children say something about King Pesticide. That's very good. If nothing else happens, An Lan will go to play professionally. Even if he doesn't win the World Championship, as long as he can stay in the professional arena, he will be able to play for one year. You will also earn hundreds or tens of millions, right?"

An Lan nodded, "Yes."

"This world is so exaggerated." The history teacher sighed after hearing his affirmative answer: "You have earned money in one year that I will never earn in my lifetime."

"but!"

He changed his tone and asked with a smile: "As my student, wouldn't it be ridiculous if you don't get good grades?"

"As I said at the beginning, after twenty or fifty years, who can remember who was the richest man in the world a few years ago?"

"The e-sports circle also has history. Although you can make money in it, you won't leave your name in it."

"An Lan, let me ask you," the history teacher Tu Qiongdijian said, "Do you know who the richest man was twenty years ago?"

An Lan: "Solomon-Pete"

history teacher:"..."

He continued to ask without believing in evil: "Then do you know who the richest man was thirty years ago?"

An Lan: "George Rothschild"

history teacher:"?"

"Blank...ahem, do you know who the richest man was fifty-five years ago?"

His face turned red and he was a little anxious.

An Lan stretched out his hand to scratch his head, thought for a while and said, "It should be Wu Tong?"

The history teacher finally broke through. He looked at the smiling faces of other students under the podium and shouted angrily: "Why do you know these things when you are on horseback?"

"Ahem." An Lan smiled awkwardly. He understood the teacher's intention and said movedly: "Teacher, I understand what you mean."

"I went to play professionally to win the championship. I will work hard for the honor of the World Championship."

"Go and leave my share of history in the e-sports circle!"

The students who were laughing in the audience and thought that An Lan had made a fool of his history teacher, who usually liked to quote classics and brag, suddenly shut up.

They were not stupid. After hearing An Lan's words, they immediately understood the history teacher's intention.

He just wanted to... use this to warn An Lan to stick to his original intention and win honor.

Rather than forgetting the original dream just because the income of being an e-sports player is high, you just want to hang out!

At this moment, the whole class suppressed their ridicule and stood in awe of the history teacher.

Lao Jiu has been surrounded by his father since he was a child. Apart from studying, he is very smart and was the first to applaud.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Immediately afterwards, each student was infected and began to applaud.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!

With emotion and admiration in their eyes, they applauded the history teacher on the stage!

Thunderous applause! ! !

When the silkworm is dead, the silk will be exhausted, and the torch will turn into gray and tears will begin to dry.

This is the teacher!

The history teacher's flushed face gradually returned to normal, and relief flashed in his eyes.

Looking at the sincere students under the podium, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, okay! As long as you understand what I mean, let's continue the class!"

......

After school at noon

Lao Jiu and An Lan walked to the cafeteria arm in arm. Along the way, the schoolmates secretly peeked at An Lan while pretending not to care.

"Haha, Brother Lan, I really didn't expect that the old man, the history teacher, would be so open-minded!"

Lao Jiu smiled and said, "But I'm really touched. He is a good teacher!"

"Yeah, yeah." An Lan said with emotion: "He has taught history for so many years, and he knows nothing about the rise and fall of dynasties. Even if he draws a little nourishment from it, it is a spiritual wealth that others can't match."

"So many people think that among the teachers, maybe the physical education teacher with six-pack abs but smart and sick mind and the glamorous English teacher can best understand the students' thoughts, but they are actually wrong."

"Standing in the long river of history, who can see the torrent of the times more clearly than the history teacher?"

"Brother Lan, you're a bit unfamiliar to me today." Lao Jiu said, "It's okay to hug me with sad eyes in the morning. Now you're talking the same way. How can you say that?"

"The old sow wears a vicious hood—one set after another!"

"Go, go, go! There's nothing nice to say!" An Lan raised a smile on her lips and happily enjoyed lunch with him.

......

Shanghai No. 1 Prison

The old monster looked haggard and had a dull pain in his buttocks.

He stepped on the sewing machine and watched the small TV in the distance.

The colorful world on TV used to be within his reach, but now it has become an elusive paradise.

"No. 69! Work hard!"

The prison guard came over with his baton and knocked on the table of the sewing machine.

The old monster quickly lowered his head and said, "Yes, yes, officer."

noon

After eating, the old monster went to have some free time with other prisoners.

He didn't go anywhere on the playground, just sat there quietly and motionless.

His ears were perked up, listening to the chatter of the prison guards behind him.

The two prison guards were very young, and they also played with King Pesticide in their spare time. After the old man found out, he often deliberately stopped by their side to see if there was any news about that person!

Prison Guard 1: "Hey, have you heard? An Lan said on live broadcast yesterday that after two days of vacation, he will win the first place in the peak competition of all fifteen regions!"

Prison guard 2: "Damn it, are you so arrogant? Now we have the first place in the national server and baseball server, and there are still thirteen divisions left?"

Prison Guard 1 smiled and pointed at the old man in front of them. Of course they knew how this guy got in.

The two of them looked at his back like they were looking at a clown!

Just listen if you want, you have to stay here for ten years anyway!

The old monster turned his back to them, gritting his teeth and feeling full of hatred when he heard An Lan's name.

He clenched his fists tightly, without a trace of regret in his eyes!