After Qin Mo wrote the quatrains, Hai Dafu's attitude towards Qin Mo improved significantly.

Back in the class, when everyone in Class 4 saw Qin Mo coming in, the atmosphere froze. Everyone had different expressions, pitiful, sympathetic, and a little bit gloating.

In the liberal arts department, we don’t even have the guts to apply, so you’re such a transparent person and you have to embarrass yourself.

Why bother?

"Qin Mo, don't be discouraged. Talent is very important in the liberal arts college entrance examination. Even if Principal Gu asks you to take part, you can't compare to those animals with exposed talents." Zhang You immediately put his arms around Qin Mo's shoulders. Qin Mo was completely rejected.

As he expected.

"Yes, Qin Mo, even if you can't apply for the liberal arts department, don't you still have the martial arts department?" Surprisingly, Liu Min, who was sitting in the front row, turned to comfort him, her tone still a little shy.

When she first understood Xiao Li Feidao, what Qin Mo said to her left a deep mark on Liu Min's heart.

Especially the sentence: The friendship between Guan Bao and Bao is comparable to the friendship between life and death.

Although Liu Min didn't know what it meant, she was still very moved every time she thought about it.

Ahem

Hai Dafu's powerful and iconic cough sounded, and all speculations came to an abrupt end.

On the podium, Hai Dafu patted the table with the blackboard and said solemnly: "Qin Mo will be the only martial artist in our class to apply for the liberal arts department. Congratulations to him."

"Haha...this is the funniest joke I heard today."

"I must have heard wrong."

"When did Hai Dafu become so humorous?"

After Hai Dafu finished speaking, the thoughts that popped into the minds of the students in Class 4 were nothing more than these.

Three seconds later, Hai Dafu still stood on the podium with an expression about to applaud, saying nothing.

There was a subtle change in the mentality of everyone in Class 4, and then their expressions gradually changed.

"No...no, Qin Mo really successfully applied for the liberal arts department?"

"He can also apply for the liberal arts department? Could it be that he has great talent?"

"I don't believe it. Unless he can match my match, it would be very bold for a man with three masters in one village and two li who doesn't know the four books, five classics and six arts to dare to teach seven or eight or nine people."

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Zhang You stared at Qin Mo as if he was seeing a ghost: "Tell me, this is not true."

Qin Mo smiled brightly: "Nuo, I just composed a quatrain and was allowed to apply for the liberal arts department."

I composed a simple quatrain...

Zhang You is not a writer, but he knows the meaning of composing a quatrain.

So he naturally didn't believe what Qin Mo said about a quatrain, but judging from the current situation, it was very likely that Qin Mo applied for the liberal arts department to be true.

Envy?

It would be a lie to say that I am not envious. In addition to having one more imperial examination than the Martial Arts Department, the Arts Department is much simpler than the Martial Arts Department in the other five major tests.

For the same cultural courses, the test papers for the liberal arts department are not only simpler than those for the martial arts department, but the admission score is lower.

In terms of practical classes and physical examination, if you want to apply for the same school, the martial arts department will have at least 10 points more indicators than the liberal arts department.

Is it annoying?

Yes, it's so irritating.

It was also the first time for me to take the college entrance examination, and the happiness of the candidates in the liberal arts department made the students in the martial arts department jealous to the point of separation.

The reason is, of course, that the number of candidates in the liberal arts department is sparse.

Things are rare and valuable.

Are orange cats and giant pandas the same?

The final test is the entrance examination of the liberal arts department.

There are still twenty days before the college entrance examination. Qin Mo's application for the liberal arts department is just a small splash on the road ahead for everyone in Class 4. After being envious, the students who have been preparing for twelve years regain their energy to face the upcoming college entrance examination.

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Qin Mo's thoughts sank into the sea of ​​qi. In Xiao Li's Book of Fei Dao Yuan Qi, the number of fireflies exceeded 1,000, and there were still 2,000 points left to break through the fifth stage.

"System, test my physical fitness."

"Name: Qin Mo

Origin: human race

Vitality:58/57

Physique:26/26

Spirit:31/31

Strength:19

Speed:31

Talent: 4【Insignificant】

Yuan Skill: The fourth stage of Xiao Li’s Flying Knife (yellow level top grade)

Because writing that quatrain consumed a little of his energy, Qin Mo focused directly on the four data of physical fitness, spirit, strength and speed.

The registration problem has been solved, the next step is to improve your strength.

"After school, let's find a place to try the power of Xiao Li's flying knife." Qin Mo said secretly.

That day in the gymnasium in front of Lin Youyin, he tested the accuracy of Xiao Li's flying knife, but Qin Mo didn't instill vitality that time, and the power was not at the same level.

Exit Qihai and board the Jincheng Forum.

Since taking over as the general manager of the Hidden Sword Association, Qin Mo has received a lot of private messages.

"Do you want to sell ID?"

"Can I sell my identity as the boss?"

"Where are you? Brother, where are you from? I, the leader of the Jiangnan Seven Provinces Alliance, Mo Zhi, would like to know how much you weigh."

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In addition to a few people who want to buy Qin Mo's ID and the identity of the boss, there are also some who can't stand his limelight on the forum and want to find trouble.

The ones who received the most private messages were still old men sending him videos of hidden knives.

There was an old man sitting in a wheelchair. His legs had lost the ability to move. His body was wrapped in gauze. The blood was stained red and showed through the gauze. Only his eyes were exposed. In a trembling tone, he claimed that he had successfully hidden the knife and asked Qin Mo to apologize.

To apologize, Qin Mo could only apologize sincerely.

After selecting a few men who vowed to master the skill of flying knives, and after some verbal 'encouragement', Qin Mo went offline.

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Nanbo Bay.

An abandoned villa area. Due to the age of the community and serious damage to the facilities and demolition, the villa area that originally symbolized wealth and status has long been moved out. The owner only used a layer of gauze to simply seal it.

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Qin Mo found an abandoned villa with a spacious backyard.

After confirming that the owner had moved out long ago, Qin Mo easily climbed into the backyard of the villa by using the raised bricks at the corner.

The villa has obviously been abandoned for a long time. The weeds in the yard are lush, lush and thick, taller than a person.

There are cobwebs between the wooden frames, and there is also an area planted with gourds, cucumbers, luffa and other vine vegetables. The vegetable seeds have survived without any care, and after being moistened by the rain, they are staggered and clinging to the courtyard wall.

On the shelf.

Some even bloom and bear fruit of various sizes.

Qin Mo conveniently picked a cucumber, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite, filling his mouth with juice.

Crisp and sweet.

Qin Mo found an open space suitable for practicing knife throwing, next to a pool and rockery.

The stagnant water in the pool has begun to stink and is dark green in color. There are countless tiny squirming insects in it, which is disgusting and dense.

Qin Mo quickly looked away and didn't look any further.

The arm was lowered vertically, and with a flash of silver light, a flying knife appeared in the middle of the young man's slender and white fingers.

"Let's start!" Qin Mo took a deep breath.

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The sky is getting darker, the sunset is like blood, and the courtyard is empty.
To be continued...