Chapter 190 Excellent to the Point of Despair

Office building, principal's office.

"An Xinhui, teachers and students have been complaining to me these past few days, saying that Sun Mo's spirit pattern class only draws gathering spirit patterns. This is simply perfunctory. Some people say that you are using your power for personal gain. how to explain?"

Zhang Hanfu questioned.

He was going to endure it for a while. After all, when Sun Mo went to the Dark Continent, he probably wouldn't be able to come back. However, when he was doing school inspections today, he heard people discussing Sun Mo from time to time. Many people say that Zhou Yong has not been expelled for so long, all because he protects him.

Hearing those unpleasant cursing words, Zhang Hanfu couldn't hold back, and immediately came to An Xinhui. No matter what, let's show Sun Mo a little color first.

Otherwise, I really think I'm a vegetarian.

In fact, Sun Mo really didn't do this, it was Li Gong after he figured out his intentions, he found someone privately and spread the message.

Li Gong was very lucky. After reporting Yang Cai, Zhang Hanfu silenced the unfortunate person before Yang Cai confessed him.

Therefore, Gong Li was still the foreman of the logistics department in the school. When he learned that the new logistics director had arrived, he was very disappointed. Why not Sun Mo?

But he also knew that Sun Mo was too young to hold such an important position, but who would have guessed that a few days later, the school would issue an announcement announcing that Sun Mo would be appointed as the head of logistics.

Don't look at it as a vice, but the real one is going to get out, so the logistics department is Sun Mo's word.

Now that Sun Mo had suddenly become his immediate boss, Li Gong, who was already a dog-legged man, was overjoyed, but also quickly seized the opportunity to flatter him.

Li Gong felt that Sun Mo must have put An Xinhui on the bed, otherwise how could he give such a fate?

Anyway, let him do this, Zhang Hanfu's reputation directly stinks half a street.

With the character of An Xinhui and Wang Su, they would never do such a thing, so Zhang Hanfu felt that Sun Mo must have done it, so he started to trouble him.

"Is there less than ten people attending Sun Mo's class? If there are fewer, I will cancel the class!"

An Xinhui asked back.

"I was about to say this, Sun Mo openly gave the students the spirit gathering pattern. Isn't this using wealth to win over the number of people attending the class? This is unfair competition!"

Zhang Hanfu was furious: "A lot of teachers have come to me to report."

"Are those spirit gathering patterns drawn by Sun Mo?"

An Xinhui interrupted Zhang Hanfu.

"Forehead!"

There is no way to refute this, because it was indeed drawn by Sun Mo, and it is said that the quality is not low.

"It's alright. What the teacher describes by hand is rewarded to the students to motivate them to study more attentively. Is there a problem?"

An Xinhui's eloquence is also good.

"Okay, let's put this aside for now. You said that Sun Mo solved the problem of school funding. How did he solve it?"

Zhang Hanfu is curious, is he really going to sell his butt?

"Vice-principal Zhang is in charge of every day, so you don't need to worry about this."

An Xinhui will not tell this guy, to save him bad things.

"Do you also know that I am the vice-principal? I didn't sign Sun Mo's appointment letter!"

Zhang Hanfu was very angry.

"Master Wang signed it!"

An Xinhui pushed back hard, and Zhang Hanfu, who was choked, felt uncomfortable.

"..."

Zhang Hanfu scolded his mother in his heart, Wang Su was crazy, and he didn't know what he liked about Sun Mo? Being so nice to him makes me jealous.

"I still have a lot of work to do. If you're okay, please go out!"

An Xinhui issued an expulsion order.

Zhang Hanfu's face darkened, seeing An Xinhui ignoring him, he just felt that there was nowhere to vent his anger, he snorted heavily, slammed the door and left.

No, you can't just forget about it!

Zhang Hanfu decided to find some teachers and students to complain to Sun Mo. Even if he couldn't stop this class, he would be disgusted to death.

On the campus, next to a flower bed, Zhang Hanfu, who was passing by, suddenly saw his son.

"Qian Lin, why are you in a daze?"

Seeing his most competitive son, Zhang Hanfu couldn't help showing a smile, but then he frowned.

What's with the lonely expression on my son's face?

"Did you go to see Anhui?"

From Zhang Hanfu's point of view, his son must have invited An Xinhui to dinner and was rejected. Hey, I said earlier that it was impossible for you.

"No!"

Zhang Qianlin shook his head.

"Eh? Then what happened to you?"

Zhang Hanfu was surprised.

"fine."

Zhang Qianlin frowned, stood up impatiently, and was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, he stopped again and asked, "Dad, do I have a high talent in the study of spiritual patterns?"

"Sure, why should I risk my old face to beg someone and send you out for further education? Just because He Yuanjin is not worthy to teach you!"

Zhang Hanfu came over with a full smile on his face, and patted his son on the shoulder: "Don't think about it, you are the best, and Sun Mo who only depicts the spirit gathering pattern is rubbish compared to you."

When he said this, Zhang Hanfu's face was full of disdain. He felt that Sun Mo must only be familiar with the gathering spirit pattern, otherwise why didn't he say anything else?

It has to be said that Zhang Hanfu's old-fashioned eyes that have been trained by society are accurate. If he had aimed at this point earlier, Sun Mo would not have been able to attend this class.

"Okay, let's relax, don't be too nervous, you just returned to school, and everyone is not familiar with it. After a month or two, all the teachers and students in the school will know that my son is the most powerful spirit tattoo artist."

Zhang Hanfu comforted.

"Um!"

Zhang Qianlin picked himself up again: "By the way, what are you going to do? Is there anything I can help?"

"Find someone to engage Sun Mo!"

Zhang Hanfu was outspoken.

"..."

Zhang Qianlin listened, his expression became unnatural, and he hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Hanfu frowned: "Just say something?"

"Dad, don't go."

Zhang Qianlin persuaded.

"why?"

Zhang Hanfu is puzzled, when did my son's heart become so soft? And he's still your rival in love, so you shouldn't miss any chance to disgust him.

Zhang Qianlin didn't want to say it, but when he thought that if his father had trouble with Sun Mo in the study of spiritual patterns, he would definitely be devastated, so he dared to say it.

"He's great!"

"Who? What's so great?"

Zhang Hanfu was a little unhappy: "A big man, don't speak so hesitantly, his temperament has become obscene."

"It's Sun Mo. He's very good at spiritual patterns. Don't trouble him with this."

Zhang Qianlin was relieved after speaking in one breath.

"what?"

Zhang Hanfu thought that he had heard it wrong. His son had a very high talent in the study of spiritual patterns, and since childhood, he was confident and arrogant, and he never gave in, but now, he actually said that Sun Mo was amazing?

"Hurry up and give up this idea, or you will definitely be humiliating yourself."

Zhang Qianlin is going to go to the library, and he must find out the origin of that spirit pattern today.

"Wait, you're sitting here with a lonely face, wouldn't you be going to Sun Mo's class, you got hit?"

Zhang Hanfu was taken aback, how could this be possible? That Sun Mo is even better than my genius son?

"Hey, let me tell you the truth, Sun Mo's accomplishments in this subject are probably among the top five in the entire Zhongzhou Academy."

Zhang Qianlin sighed, then clenched his fists again, I won't admit defeat.

"Are you talking nonsense?"

The corners of Zhang Hanfu's mouth twitched, but he knew in his heart that his son never praised others easily, but if he was praised by him, he was truly talented.

Zhang Qianlin didn't answer any more, turned and left.

Zhang Hanfu stood for a while, then cursed 'fuck off' and started kicking a sycamore tree next to him.

boom! boom! boom!

Large green leaves fell down one after another.

Zhang Hanfu really didn't expect that a newly hired teacher would let his old dog eat so much shriveled.

Immediately, he began to envy An Xinhui's good luck again. You are really good at picking your fiancé. With a single Sun Mo, you turned the disadvantage!

Wait a minute, this has nothing to do with An Xinhui, it should be the old principal's discerning eye!

"Hey, it's a pity. If the old principal can be promoted to a saint, there is a chance that Zhongzhou University will be able to return to the list of the nine famous schools."

Zhang Hanfu sighed, and then his face became lonely. If I were a four-star famous teacher!

Even Zhang Qianlin was saying that Sun Mo was excellent, which shows how good Wang Su knows people, and his second star is really a lot worse.

"Should I give up competing for the position of principal and concentrate on academic research and teaching students? No, no, in that case, Prince Li will be the first to kill me."

As soon as this idea appeared, Zhang Hanfu quickly got rid of it. This kind of thing is no longer something he can make up his own.

...

"Elder Zheng? Why are you here?"

When Sun Mo saw Zheng Qingfang, he hurried up to meet him. He was very fond of this like-minded old man.

"I really can't wait, what about the second half of "Journey to the West"? It's been almost two months, you should have finished it, right?"

Zheng Qingfang looked at Sun Mo eagerly, waiting for food.

"Forehead!"

Sun Mo scratched his hair: "I didn't write it!"

"what?"

Zheng Qingfang grabbed his heart and felt so distressed that he was suffocating. It turned out to be the worst answer. He also thought that even if Sun Mo only wrote a little, he could read the manuscript first to satisfy his cravings.

This time, even the plums that quenched their thirst were gone.

"Elder Zheng!"

Sun Mo wanted to explain.

"Call me uncle!"

Zheng Qingfang interrupted Sun Mo.

"Uncle Zheng, I've been very busy recently!"

Before Sun Mo wrote novels, it was because he was a newcomer and he had little living expenses left, so he wanted to make money by writing books, but now he no longer needed it.

Not to mention the formulas of the giant medicine bag and the spring water beauty medicine bag, just paint a few spirit patterns, and you will get a few thousand taels of silver. Why bother writing a book?

"..."

Zheng Qingfang moved his lips and wanted to say something, what are you doing as an intern teacher? At most, do some errands and errands, right?

Hmph, she must be busy chasing girls. I heard that this year's school beauties of Wan Dao Academy, Gu Xiuxun, came to Zhongzhou Academy.

Seeing Zheng Qingfang's expression, Sun Mo knew that he was wrong, so he quickly clarified.

"I officially joined the job more than a month ago, and now I am an in-service teacher at Zhongzhou University."

Sun Mo explained.

"Ah? Are you Zhang Hanfu's godson?"

Zheng Qingfang was surprised.