Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

"My name is Mo Xiaoqi, and I will take you on psychopathology. I hope that next time you are in my class, you will be as quiet as you are now. If you disturb the order, I will prevent you from leaving the school. If you behave aggressively, I will Let you not get out of the hospital, well, start now, clear your minds stuffed with hay, and take a good look at the first two pictures in this class. I don’t want to see you when I am lecturing Anyone with staring eyes is like being bitten down the spine by a spirit shark."

I watched this group of children reluctantly pick up their textbooks, flip through the books with bitterness and hatred, and some of them whispered to the people around them from time to time, and even glanced at me secretly.

But it's okay, after all, the quality of the school is here. Although they are all rebellious and chaotic students, at least their brains are still good.After one class, there is nothing doubtful, and these children don't resist me as much as they did at the beginning.Before I walked out of the classroom, I heard two girls talking in a low voice, similar to the fact that the teacher's lectures are very interesting, otherwise no one would pay attention to him.

That tone, as if I was begging them, please don't dislike me, please welcome me, you see my lectures are actually very good.

But in fact, I don't care at all. Whether I am accepted or liked is a personal definition of a person. I like you, so I can prove to you that you are excellent, so you should thank me.But in fact, even if you stab me in the back, I can eat well and sleep well.If people care about other people's opinions, how deformed they are to live.

Batisian caught up and walked forward side by side with me, with an undisguised joy on his youthful face, "Now I'm going to call you Teacher Mo."

I tilted my head to look at him for a long time before I couldn't hold back my face and smiled. After sorting out my lesson plan, I said, "I, in some respects, I'm still very serious. In other words, I don't like people, I am I don't like giving convenience."

Batisian didn't know whether he was really righteous or just didn't understand, he looked at me with a dazed expression, his eyes looked innocent.

"I don't understand? Batisian, I counted the number of people, and it's just right." Seeing Batisian's face continue to be confused, I took the psychopathology textbook in his hand and slapped it on his chest, "Aren't you Your brother told me about this major, so tell me, who did you teach for? You tell me now, and I will count him as an absenteeism. If you don’t tell me, I will roll the roll in the next class until I have never seen it. face, I count him as a failure."

Batisian slumped his shoulders, with a bitter face, "Mo, do you have to be so serious?"

"I'm not very strict, really, if that kid came to me and said he didn't want to go to class or fail a subject, I would agree, but I hate strangers who self-righteously seek convenience from me."

We were still chatting, a beautiful boy came over, he looked at me cautiously, with some admiration in his eyes.I looked him up and down. This kid has soft black hair and an oriental face that is exquisite as hell.What caught my attention was his fingers.Slender, I somehow felt that he must be as flexible as a snake.

"My friend, may I ask, are you Teacher Mo Xiaoqi?" The tone of the question was full of humility, and there was also a trace of nervousness, as if if I wasn't for him, he would have killed me right away.His attitude was down to the dust, but I still felt threatened.Of course, maybe this is just my own imagination.

"I am, what's the matter with you?"

"Hello! I'm Mu Jiu, a third-year student. I just passed by your class and listened to your class outside the door. I really like your class!" The boy flushed with excitement, as if he had found the light of life. Understanding the true meaning of life is like seeing the end of the world.