Mecha Star Wars.

Lin Fan chose liberal arts in high school.

I studied art in college.

The biggest entertainment after work is reading novels.

But at this moment, she suddenly had strong doubts about her education level.

The teacher was very nice, kind and gentle, but Lin Fan could hardly understand what she said.

The first two sentences are okay.

Qi sinks in the Dantian, holding Yuan Shouyi.

As for the Dantian, Lin Fan knew that it was a little above the belly button, two or three fingers wide. Anyway, rounding it off would be the belly button.

Although she wasn't very good at how to hold the breath in her belly button, she at least knew what was going on.

You can hold Yuan Shouyi...

She knew every word, but she didn't understand them all together.

What is this?

The following content was as if Lin Fan was listening to a book from heaven, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, she almost fell asleep.

This is so inappropriate!

A strong sense of shame suddenly swept through her body.

Zhu Cunjun specially found the best teacher to teach her, but she wanted to sleep?

Lin Fan secretly opened his eyes a crack.

Look at John Woo on the left, well, he seems to be very engaged with his eyes closed.

Look at the unreliable Xue Ping on the right. He is also upright, with a solemn expression, and seems to be very involved...

Did it turn out that the scumbag was actually herself?

Lin Fan was about to cry but had no tears. As a middle-aged man, he still had to accept the fact that he was incompetent in learning. Isn't it too shocking?

Lin Fan's eyes rolled, and his mind kept moving.

The teacher has been silent for a long time and doesn't know what he is doing.

She quietly opened her eyelids wider to see what the teacher was doing, but ended up looking directly into the old lady's round eyes...

This is embarrassing.

It's like a poor student who was caught sleeping by his teacher.

Lin Fan forced a smile and did not dare to say anything for fear of disturbing the two top students on the left and right.

The teacher was still smiling, not criticizing her or showing any displeasure.

Zhu Cunjun explained Lin Fan's situation clearly when he assigned the teacher a task. He has no bones, cannot sense elemental spiritual power, and his understanding is... well, average.

The teacher also knew that Lin Fan was a mecha man and he mainly learned elemental control techniques.

When she talked about the basics of elements and the methods of breathing and induction, she started from the basics as usual. Besides, there were two people next to her. There was no intention of teaching Lin Fan the basics of cultivation.

Therefore, Lin Fan deserted and could not understand, and the teacher had already expected it.

On the contrary, if Lin Fan really got in after just listening to a few words from her, then the teacher would collapse.

How can everything good happen to one person, right?

Xingchen is already very powerful. If he can still be close to the elements, wear a mecha, and can still practice, will he still be able to survive?

Therefore, Lin Fan didn't understand. With his stupid but clear eyes open, the teacher was very relieved and felt happy instead.

As for John Woo and Xue Ping.

After all, I have been in Special Affairs for a long time, and I have been exposed to a lot of fantasy things, and magic is not uncommon. It is normal to feel something when I hear guidance.

Lin Fan, on the other hand, bared his teeth and had a flattering smile on his face, but kept silent, obviously not wanting to disturb the two people next to him who were in meditation.

The teacher had a real understanding of this rumored mecha minister.

Putting aside his ability, at least his character is passable.

The teacher didn't look at Lin Fan for too long. After a while, he crossed his legs and closed his eyes, falling into meditation.

Among the four people in the room, Lin Fan was the only one who had his eyes wide open and didn't know what to do.

Look at this, look at that, take out your phone, and play small games in silence.

Time flies when playing games.

Lin Fan was concentrating on breaking through the level, and one hand was dangling in front of her. Looking up, John Woo was up.

<divclass="contentadv"> Lin Fan was overjoyed and turned off his phone. Just as he was about to speak, he remembered that there was an old monk beside him who had entered meditation.

Looking back, Xue Ping also opened his eyes.

"How are you guys doing? Do you feel anything?" Just because she is a bad person doesn't mean that others are bad.

Lin Fan still hoped that both of them could practice cultivation and become as powerful as Mr. Qian one day.

"I have a feeling, I want to try again." John Woo still smiled gently, "What about you? Why are you playing games?"

"Hey! I won't mention it. I didn't understand what you said. You were born without this fate. Didn't Mr. Qian say that?" Lin Fan didn't mind at all and turned back to ask Xue Ping, "What about you? Do you feel it? "

The look on Xue Ping's face could not be said to be good or bad, and he snorted vaguely.

Lin Fan didn't hear clearly and asked again.

"Almost." Xue Ping finally broke through, stared at her, and said through gritted teeth.

Lin Fan took a moment to react and then realized, "You just don't feel it? If you don't, then you don't have it. Why are you angry? I don't feel it either."

Xue Ping fell backward.

Can he compare with Lin Fan?

Lin Fan has stars and countless thunder and lightning powers, what the hell does he have?

His suave appearance is useless in the face of strength.

And Wu Yusen has sensed it. He has obviously made preparations before him, so why is he still one step behind?

Is it...

No, no, no, no, he must be talented.

The teacher opened his eyes and said with a smile that when it comes to sensing elements, unless a person with strong natural inspiration can get started quickly, it will take a long time to succeed. It does not happen overnight.

After hearing this, Xue Ping's complexion became better again. He had a meal of chicken soup and decided to continue to persevere.

So in the next few days, Lin Fan accompanied Wu Yusen and Xue Ping to listen to basic theoretical classes.

After finishing the theoretical basis, Wu Yusen could clearly sense the spiritual energy. He was overjoyed. This proved that he could embark on the path of cultivation.

Xue Ping's mood was uncertain.

He still didn't sense anything, and compared to John Woo's situation, he was in a terrible mood.

The thoughts of persisting and giving up kept switching in my mind, but I could never settle down.

Even Lin Fan didn't dare to talk nonsense for fear of irritating him. After all, Lin Fan had witnessed his efforts for so many days.

Finally, the teacher came out to speak.

In this case, John Woo is relatively talented. Although he lacks innate inspiration, his talent makes up for it to a certain extent. If he practices properly in the later period, there won't be much difference.

Xue Ping's situation is relatively common.

Most people give up, but there are a few who persist until they finally get what they want, so it's up to them whether they want to continue or not.

Xue Ping was depressed all night and took Lin Fan and John Woo out to drink. He drank while the two of them watched.

In the end, he drank too much and went crazy. He was howling and flirting with girls in the bar, and was dragged away by John Woo.

Lin Fan thought Xue Ping should give up, but saw him following him again the next day.

He looked so shameless and could not see the fragile little look he had when he was drunk and crazy the day before.

Okay, Lin Fan smiled, this is better than being sad.

It is said that hard work pays off, and the teacher also said that if you persist, some people will succeed. Without persistence, there will naturally be no chance of success.

Lin Fan had always felt that Xue Ping was a careless person, and the previous incident of provoking ugly women was the best proof of this.

But this time, he had a great change of opinion.

Thinking about it, being able to achieve gold medal special service is something that a prodigal who has no ability and only talks about words can do it.

So, again, stereotypes kill people.

From then on, Lin Fan no longer looked at people based on subjective impressions.

As for Xue Ping, until Lin Fan left Lanxing, he had not yet touched the threshold of cultivation, and he never gave up.