Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

in the afternoon.

"Wang Gang! You run slower than those first-graders! Just say you don't want to study anymore!"

"I'll take you to Director Du's office to process your withdrawal from school."

Zhang Mo carefully selected five students to answer questions in the morning, and three male students couldn't answer them. They received a deduction of one point from their final grade and a free afternoon workout.

"Director Zhang's teaching style is actually quite interesting."

The old woman standing next to Zhang Mo and speaking was none other than Zhou Yi.

"Not at all. It's not that I'm saying I'm guiding the new students' classes. Actually, the school is giving me an opportunity to learn from excellent teachers like Teacher Zhou."

That's how flattery is sometimes; you know the other person is doing it on purpose, but you still find it very appealing and enjoyable.

So Zhou Yi didn't say anything, but the smile on her face said it all.

Zhang Mo's idea of ​​having his students run outside wasn't a sudden whim. While encouraging them to study hard, he could also take this opportunity to visit Huo Yuhao.

To be honest, no one could see that the child could remain unmoved.

A person wearing thick iron armor ran slowly but steadily. Although the distance was far, you could feel the hardship of each step, but he still persevered with all his might.

Zhang Mo could see that there was a hint of tenderness in Zhou Yi's eyes when she looked at Huo Yuhao.

Hmm... I feel like I've forgotten something.

"Has Director Zhang visited Class Two? How is their class?" Zhou Yi inquired.

"Hey, Teacher Zhou, compared to you, Class Two is..."

Wait... Class Two! Oh my god! I asked Ms. Mujin to come to my office yesterday, but I forgot. I went to Poseidon Island in the afternoon and was preparing lessons in the evening. I completely forgot about it.

"Teacher Zhou, I have something to attend to, so I'll have to go first."

Zhang Mo hurriedly ran towards the white teaching building. Zhou Yi watched his flustered back without saying anything, and continued to watch the students in their class running.

Zhang Mo arrived at the door of Class 2 of the freshmen. He didn't want to offend a senior colleague so soon after starting work.

Just then, the school bell rang, and students filed out, but soon, Zhang Mo saw Mu Jin.

"Teacher Mu, yesterday..."

Mu Jin ignored Zhang Mo's presence and walked past him. Zhang Mo caught up with Mu Jin and said, "Teacher Mu, Dean Yan was looking for me yesterday, so I stood you up."

Upon hearing the name Dean Yan, Mu Jin stopped and turned to look at Zhang Mo, asking, "Really?"

"It's absolutely true. You can ask Dean Yan if you don't believe me."

"I doubt you'd dare lie to me. My time is precious, so just tell me what you need me for."

"Uh, do I really have to say it here?"

"Go ahead and say it. What, what else do you want to say that's shameful?" Mu Jin seemed a little happier and said with a light laugh.

"Your lectures aren't very good, Ms. Mulan."

"?"

"Snap—"

Without giving Zhang Mo a chance to react, Mu Jin slapped him and then walked away angrily.

Just as Mu Jin hadn't expected Zhang Mo to say his class was bad, Zhang Mo had never imagined that Mu Jin would actually slap him.

This left Zhang Mo stunned for a moment.

A moment later, she covered her face and returned to her makeshift office.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jiang Nannan sitting in her seat, organizing her notes based on her lesson plan.

Hearing the door open, Jiang Nannan quickly got up and turned around. "Teacher Zhang, you're back. Your face..."

"Sit, sit." Zhang Mo quickly waved for Jiang Nannan to sit down, while he himself covered his face and sat down to the side.

After Jiang Nannan sat down, she continued to glance at Zhang Mo from time to time. Zhang Mo wasn't blind, so he naturally noticed.

"Take good care of your notes. Tomorrow I'll ask you the first question I covered this morning."

"So, teacher, who hit you? I bet it was a woman."

Why?

"Because men don't slap other men. So teacher, who slapped you? I'm curious."

A woman's gossipy nature, once ignited, will not be extinguished. So she pestered Zhang Mo for quite a while, until Zhang Mo was finally annoyed enough to tell her who had hit him.

"Ms. Mulan, the teacher of Class 2, Freshmen".

"Teacher, you actually like women who are so much older than you?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mo was almost furious, so he simply recounted everything that had just happened.

"Hahaha--"

"Teacher Zhang, how could you say that Teacher Mujin's class is no good?" Jiang Nannan burst into laughter.

Zhang Mo looked even more worried. "She can say what she wants to say."

"Hurry up and finish copying your notes. I need to go back and rest." Zhang Mo said, annoyed and embarrassed.

"Wait a little longer, we'll be done copying soon." Seeing this, Jiang Nannan stopped laughing at Zhang Mo and began to write furiously.

Watching Jiang Nannan diligently copying the book reminded him of his past life, when he saw students in the office making up notes.

"Jiang Nannan".

"What's wrong, teacher?"

"If you had an incredibly powerful enemy, and your chances of defeating him were extremely slim, or even impossible, what would you do?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nannan's hand trembled as she wrote. She thought her teacher knew something, so she turned to look.

Zhang Mo's eyes were very clear, revealing his sincerity.

Calm down, Jiang Nannan. No matter how knowledgeable or well-read a teacher is, they won't know about that.

"I wonder if I might fight to the very last moment...?"

Zhang Mo got up and did not stay in the office.

"The lesson plan is with you. Remember to turn off the lights and close the door when you leave."

Zhang Mo left the office building with those words and looked at the red sky illuminated by the setting sun.

He loved the blue sky and the sunset. But now, the colors of these two beautiful scenes filled him with fear; they were the colors of his formidable enemy.

Should people believe in a god? Yet when a god descends to earth, people fear him. So, do people ultimately believe, or do they submit to that transcendent power out of fear?

Zhang Mo didn't know that he was an atheist in his previous life.

He strolled through Shrek Academy, examining the campus for the first time as if he were someone rooted in this world.

No matter how he looked at it, it was just an ordinary key school, but the legend of that person was everywhere here.

Attended Shrek Academy, graduated from Shrek Academy. Poseidon Lake, Poseidon's Fate, Poseidon Island.

Just like the myths of his past life, even if he were to openly declare now that Wang Dong is the daughter of a god-king, even Wang Dong herself probably wouldn't believe it.

Even so, Zhang Mo was terrified of that man from the bottom of his heart, and never dared to call him by his name. Because he knew as deeply as that man that he could not outsmart him.

Moreover, the man was watching from the sky, but he couldn't see him. Standing on the Douluo Continent, he felt that the man was just like Pangu and Nuwa, a mythical figure.

But now he's being asked to go against a myth.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at the statue area at the East Gate.

At first, he didn't look at the man not because he didn't care about him, but because he was afraid. He was afraid that his hard-won rebirth would be destroyed in the hands of that man.

Now, he looked up at the statue of the god-king.

"Fight to the very last moment...?"

"If I were to die at the hands of the God King, fighting to the very last moment wouldn't be such a bad thing. I wonder how future generations in Douluo Continent will record this foolish man... What do you think, Tang San?"