Qin Mo originally thought that applying to be a liberal arts teacher only required an application, and at most it would be a formality for Hai Dafu to take him to the principal's office.

But judging from the atmosphere at the scene, it seemed that he had guessed wrong.

The first time Qin Mo entered the door, he saw Lin Youyin and a boy with the same talent, but soon, his eyes were involuntarily fixed on the middle-aged man at the desk.

This was the first time Qin Mo saw Gu Mingyang since he transferred to school. Even though Gu Mingyang just smiled, Qin Mo felt a huge energy and blood condense in front of him.

When a warrior reaches a certain level of strength, he is no longer a human being!

It's a ball of blood.

For a warrior with a weak physique, the qi and blood are scattered throughout the body and cannot be seen. However, the stronger the warrior, the more condensed the qi and blood are and the easier it is to be sensed.

This is why high-grade warriors hide in crowds of people and are quickly discovered.

It is gold and shines everywhere.

"Qin Mo, do you want to apply for the liberal arts department?"

A plain voice rang powerfully in Qin Mo's ears. As soon as the words came out, Zhuo Fan and Lin Youyin unconsciously looked sideways.

Zhuo Fan was instinctively wary of Qin Mo. With one more person admitted to the liberal arts department, he would have one more competitor.

Having just lost to Lin Youyin in the quiz, Zhuo Fan's self-esteem has been severely damaged.

"Qin Mo? Why don't I have any impression at all?" Zhuo Fan thought in his mind, his eyes scanning Qin Mo.

But soon, he discovered that Qin Mo's talent was sparse and he didn't look outstanding at all.

Lin Youyin looked at Qin Moguang, her eyes filled with shock.

Qin Mo, apply for the liberal arts department?

When he was about to be with Qin Youyan, the Lin Clan immediately sent people to investigate all three generations of Qin Youyan's ancestors. As the only son of Qin Youyan, Qin Mo was no exception. His growth path from childhood to adulthood was investigated by the Lin Clan.

Clearly.

Lin Youyin had read the investigation report. Regarding Qin Mo's talent in civil and military affairs, the report only had four words:

Nothing special.

The fact is also consistent with the results obtained by Lin Youyin after observing Qin Mo at school. Whether he was a martial arts master or a literary master, Qin Mo did not show any extraordinary talent.

The only impression Qin Mo left on her was that on the third floor of the gymnasium, Qin Mo's flying knife accurately shot three times in a row, and the knife hit the red heart.

That time, Lin Youyin's impression of Qin Mo changed a lot.

Could it be that Qin Mo usually hides too deeply?

Didn't you realize it?

Lin Youyin's eyes couldn't help but look at Qin Mo. Soon, Lin Youyin was disappointed.

Qin Mo's talent is insignificant.

It doesn’t look like I can take the liberal arts college entrance examination at all.

Withdrawing her gaze, Lin Youyin stopped lingering on Qin Mo and returned her mind to the farewell poem she had just inspired her talent to compose, thinking about what else could be improved.

She is very aloof, especially in the field of literary studies, where she strives for excellence.

The calmest among the four was Hai Dafu. After pushing Qin Mo out, he immediately entered the invisible state, observing his ears and nose, and his nose and heart, without saying another word.

It was as if Principal Gu made the final decision.

At first, Principal Gu, you said that you must apply for approval for the Department of Arts and Letters. Now I have brought it to you. It would be best for Qin Mo to give up the exam on the spot after you rejected his application for the Department of Arts and Letters. This matter has nothing to do with me, completely.

Get rid of this big pot.

Why does someone in our class abandon the exam and cannot be evaluated as an outstanding teacher? It’s nonsense. Principal Gu personally vetoed it. What does it have to do with Haidafu?

"Yes, Principal Gu, I want to apply for the liberal arts examination." Qin Mo was stunned for a moment before responding.

Gu Mingyang frowned slightly and said: "If you want to take the liberal arts examination, you need to pass six major tests, among which the palace examination is a test of talent.

How talented are you?"

This is nonsense. With Gu Mingyang's eyesight, how could he not see that Qin Mo's talent was sparse? The reason why he asked Qin Mo was to let Qin Mo retreat in the face of difficulties.

After all, he is the principal, so denying him face to face would not be a good thing for Qin Mo's growth.

Qin Mo said calmly: "It's insignificant."

When the system examined Qin Mo's body, the evaluation of his talent was negligible.

As soon as these words came out, the corner of Gu Mingyang's mouth twitched imperceptibly. Qin Mo was the first to speak so calmly and expressionlessly despite his insignificant talent.

Zhuo Fan looked like an idiot. In his opinion, Qin Mo was just wasting Principal Gu's time.

Hai Dafu still acted like he had nothing to do with me, and he almost said in front of Gu Mingyang: This guy has nothing to do with me.

"Qin Mo, I understand your idea of ​​​​wanting to be admitted to a prestigious liberal arts school and get ahead." Gu Mingyang's face darkened, and his tone was extremely serious: "But liberal arts is not something you can take if you want. Let's not take the other five majors for now.

explain.

In the palace examination alone, there are three questions in the general examination, one poem and one article. If you have no talent and take the liberal arts college entrance examination, you will lose the face of our Anyang Middle School.

As the principal of Anyang Middle School, what I value most is the reputation of our Anyang Middle School.

We will never allow anyone to disgrace our Anyang Middle School."

One poem, one word, one article!

Qin Mo breathed an inexplicable sigh of relief when he heard the scope of questions for the imperial examination.

Originally, he was worried about whether other knowledge would be tested in the palace examination, but now it seems that his worries are unnecessary.

Seeing Qin Mo's expression, Gu Mingyang knew that Qin Mo still refused to give up, and said in a cold tone: "As long as you are a student of Anyang Middle School, your opportunities are equal. Since Qin Mo, you want to take the liberal arts exam, then pass it first.

My quiz.

This is a farewell poem composed by Zhuo Fan and Lin Youyin. I also want you to write a farewell poem on the spot!

As long as the farewell poem you compose can reach half of Zhuo Fan's level, I will let you become the essayist."

If you can do half of your own level, let Qin Mo report to you as a communicator?

When Zhuo Fan heard Gu Mingyang's request, he knew that Principal Gu was benevolent and righteous, and there were still many students in Anyang Middle School who could produce poems half as good as his.

But

Qin Mo has no chance at all.

Because Qin Mo's talent is so thin that he is almost talentless.

It's crazy that such a person can write a farewell poem half as good as his own.

Qin Mo stretched out his hand, and two pieces of paper writing about Zhuo Fan and Lin Youyin fell into his palm.

Qin Mo lowered his head and looked at the farewell poem written by Zhuo Fan that had not yet dissipated.

The whole poem has fifty-six words. I read it quickly. It is indeed a masterpiece. However, Qin Mo shook his head and said: "I want to write a poem half as good as this farewell poem. I'm sorry, but I really can't do it."

Can't do it.

For this result, no one was surprised at all.

They were surprised when Qin Mo boasted that he could do it.

Zhuo Fan came to Qin Mo and said arrogantly: "Qin Mo, you can't even write half of this farewell poem. I advise you not to take the liberal arts college entrance examination. It will be embarrassing."

Gu Mingyang also nodded and said directly: "I have given you the opportunity. Since you can't do it..."

Qin Mo interrupted Gu Mingyang's words and said word by word: "It's not that I can't write a farewell poem, but this poem is too bad. If I want to write a worse farewell poem than his, I really can't write it."

Without giving Zhuo Fan and Gu Mingyang a chance to speak again, Qin Mo reached out and picked up a pen and paper on the table. His energy surged, his thoughts were misty, and he instantly entered the mood of hating separation.

Write like a god!

Go to the palace!

Start writing!

"Arrogant!!!" Zhuo Fan reacted and Qin Mo had already started writing.

"It's a good thing to be proud, but to be proud, you have to have the capital to be proud." Even Gu Mingyang showed an expression of displeasure towards Qin Mo. Although he was not a writer, he respected literature the most in his life. After hearing Qin Mo's farewell to Zhuo Fan,

The poetry was so degraded that no matter how kind and righteous he was, he still felt disgusted with Qin Mo.

He has made a decision that Qin Mo will never be allowed to take the liberal arts college entrance examination.

When Qin Mo finishes writing this farewell poem, let him get out.

Zheng

Suddenly, the surrounding energy gathered crazily, and a golden light that was so dazzling that it seemed to be real appeared.

That is a poem written by Qin Mo!
Chapter completed!