Douluo: I can synthesize all things

Chapter 47 Ren Yuan Emo

The afternoon class was the class teacher's "nonsense literature" class. To put it bluntly, it was nonsense like "I haven't seen you for seven days, it's like a week apart" and "Listening to your words is like listening to you."

Shan Mao originally wanted to "run away" directly, but he had just jumped down from the window, and before he could run a few steps, he was pulled back by the collar by Ren Yuan like a chicken. .

After repeating it several times, Ren Yuan was so angry that he took a chain and tied Shan Mao to his seat to listen to the class.

Okay, now, you have to listen even if you don’t want to.

Shan Mao was very sad, so sad that his chair creaked, and Ren Yuan was so angry that he crushed the chalk on the podium, but Shan Mao still had this bad character.

Later, Ren Yuan simply ignored him.

……

"Come on, let's talk today..."

"Squeaky..."

[Rage value: 30%]

"...this...ambition..."

"Squeaky..."

[Rage value: 70%]

"..."

"Squeaky..."

[Rage value: 93%]

"This ambition..."

"Squeaky..."

[Rage value: 9999999999999999999999999...! %]

[Warning on anger level! ! ! ?]

"My fucking..."

"Shan Mao, stand up!"

Ren Yuan was so angry that he threw the chalk, which rotated at high speed and turned into a beam of white light that hit Shan Mao directly. Shan Mao shook his chair to avoid it, and showed a helpless smile, saying: I'm still tied to the chair, why? Can you stand up again?

"Fuck..."

Ren Yuan thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was really no problem... It's not a problem, but it's a big problem, right?Why on earth did I teach such a student?If I had taught a few more people, wouldn't I have died young and gone to the West with my head full of Mediterranean Sea?

Ren Yuan touched his hair. Fortunately, it was very thick...huh?

Ren Yuan glanced at his hand and found that a few pitiful hairs had appeared on it.

I lost my hair? !

The handsome and dashing me actually... also loses my hair one day? ? ? ! ! !

Damn it!

"Oh, by the way, I have to teach that boy a lesson..."

Ren Yuan's "cold" eyes turned to Shan Mao, the "culprit" who caused his "hair loss".

Fortunately, there is no need to worry about practicing, otherwise he would really die.

Ren Yuan suddenly remembered that six months ago, when he saw a child watching Fighting Souls, he was a little gloating. He wondered which "unlucky" teacher would teach such a student who loves to skip class.

As a result, the truth came out. I sat up in shock while dying of illness. The "unlucky guy" was actually me? ! [Forcing a smile jps]

"So, classmate Shan Mao, seeing that you keep rocking your chair, it seems that you really want to answer my question, right?"

"You don't need to tell me to understand...right?"

Shan Mao: "..."

"What are your ambitions?"

"Dominate the world? Revenge? Become a titled Douluo? Or become a billionaire?"

"...open a candied haws shop."

"Hmm...very good...huh?? What the hell? Is this your ambition?"

"...open a hundred candied haws stores...?"

"..."

"Come on, Shu Lin, I know you are a good boy, can you tell me why you work so hard?"

Ren Yuan asked Pang Shumin the question.

"Well... so that I can blow on the air conditioner and relax over the weekend."

"...can you go a little further?"

"Well... I can blow on the air conditioner and relax for the holidays."

"...Just a little bit more ambitious, okay?"

"Well... so that I can blow on the air conditioner and relax for the rest of my life."

Pang Shulin thought for a moment and said extremely seriously.

Ren Yuan's entire body was petrified on the spot.

People are numb, people are numb.

Why are all the students I teach weird?

I'm emo, don't bother me... Wuwuwuwu... [crying and crying jps]

"What's wrong with Teacher Ren Yuan?"

Pang Shulin knew the consultant well.

"What else can I do? It's just emo."

Shan Mao shrugged.

……

……

"Squeaky..."

It was snowing heavily and white.

The boots made a "squeaking" sound when they stepped on the white snow, leaving a shallow shoe print, which was covered by falling snowflakes in an instant.

"Yan, according to the map, the igloo should be not far away... Oh, the igloo is gone!"

"The igloo...disappeared from the map..."

"call--!"

The cold wind howled by, and the snow fell even harder.

Not far away, the outline of a snow genus appeared vaguely.

"There, go!"

……

"despair……"

"squeak……"

"Squeak..."

The old flap was pushed open, revealing a narrow and long passage inside. It was dark and bottomless. There was a faint smell of corpses in the humid air, as well as the smell of rusty iron, which was pungent and unpleasant. smell.

The player known as "Yan" took the lead and stepped on the ladder tied together with worn-out nylon ropes. The rope was shaky and worn, and the rope was stretched unevenly, as if it might break at any time.

He climbed down, then stepped on the granite, and the accumulated water splashed a small splash, then calmed down again.

Immediately afterwards, the "Nian" holding the map also grabbed the rope, and several other players followed closely.

"rock?"

"Nian" looked at "Yan" who was standing still. He was just staring at a zombie villager holding a wooden sword.

"It's nothing special, Yan. I've also seen Xiaobai wearing golden armor."

"Nian" looked around, "To be honest, I thought the snow house in that village had something good in it, but what happened? There was nothing but a zombie and villagers... rock?"

"Huh? Nothing."

"Yan" was stunned for a moment, but immediately looked at the zombie villager in the iron cage. She was just holding a worn-out wooden sword and staring straight at the emerald token on "Yan"'s waist.

"She's different."

"What's different?"

"Ah, nothing."

"Nian" frowned, he always felt that "Yan" was hiding something from him.

Ever since he met "Yan", "Yan" has always carried an emerald token and never took it, and he refused to tell the reason why.

"Well, Yan, what are you doing?"

"It's just a potion of weakness, what are you worried about?"

"Yan" applied the potion of weakness to the zombie villager. The zombie villager's eyes immediately dimmed. He turned his head, shrugged at "Nian", took out another golden apple and stuffed it into the zombie villager's mouth. inside.

"Hey, hey, hey, Yan, are you crazy? What are you doing with such precious golden apples for that zombie villager?"

"I want you to take care of it?"

"You, you, I, I, I... hum, let's go."

"To shut up."

"Yan" used a pickaxe to knock open the iron cage of the zombie villager, threw a piece of enchanted diamond armor inside, and then turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)