Chapter 1337: Sting

The mystery of the divine power is endless, and the magic is endless.
Even though Fang Lan possesses an incomparably mysterious mysterious power, he is still an ordinary person on the surface, and his cultivation is only at the level of a beginner Taoist.
Fang Lan was not overly high-profile either. Although his recent behavior was a bit unusual, it was only in school. No one could notice that he was already a believer in the gods.
After all, the gods are still far away from ordinary people in mainland countries.
Twenty points of mysterious light are distributed in the dark space. Fang Lan could feel the incomparable mysterious power from these twenty points of mysterious light, and every time he felt he could feel longing and longing.
The upper limit of Fang Lan's supernatural power is still twenty.
In fact, Fang Lan's belief in the Xuan Ming hadn't reached the level of piety.
The piety here refers to the degree of faith.
The degree of belief can be roughly divided into several levels according to the strength and weakness. Starting from the lowest belief, first is belief in God, then trust, then belief, then piety, and then there are several levels of faith, fanaticism, etc., which involve the human heart. Mystery changes.
There are several manifestations at each level. Strictly speaking, they are all related to the mind and thoughts, and are related to the contribution of the power of faith and the acceptance of divine power.
Fang Lan is currently the level of faith.
The arrival of this level is achieved through a series of rituals of the Fang family, which directly crosses the two levels of faith and trust, which is equivalent to directly omitting the process of acceptance.
At the level of faith, Fang Lan's thoughts changed more toward the envy of the of Xuanming, curiosity and yearning for the divine power, and more of a desire to become a powerful existence like the of Xuanming.
But this kind of mental change is limited to a certain extent, and it is not a violation of belief in gods.
"It's time to increase the number of classes."
The maximum number of sixty people can no longer satisfy Fang Lan. Fang Lan can predict that his visual arts course will exceed the 60-person limit in a short period of time. If the 60-person limit is used for teaching, it will be of little benefit.
Qingtan Art and Technology School, Principal's Office.
Principal Li looked at the young man in front of him, feeling very satisfied, and his eyes also showed a clear expression of satisfaction. Even if Fang Lan asked to break through the 60-person limit, his eyes did not change much.
"Well, I also think it's time to increase your teaching quota. I have considered this matter before. If you can guarantee the same teaching efficiency, I can agree to increase your teaching quota."
In fact, the limit on the number of lecturers is based on the efficiency of lectures. If the teaching efficiency can be guaranteed, with the current level of technology in the world, hundreds or even more can be taught.
"I guarantee that the teaching evaluation will be maintained at the minimum six-star level. As for whether it will be higher in the future, it depends on the future situation." Fang Lan looked confident.
Perhaps it was Fang Lan's self-confidence that infected Principal Li, and Principal Li immediately agreed to Fang Lan's request.
"First of all, let's increase the number of places by twenty. Let's see the effect first. If the effect is good, you can increase it immediately." Principal Li readily agreed to the twenty places.
"However, I will ask the teaching evaluation team to sample your teaching situation at any time. If you find that the teaching evaluation has decreased, then you have to reduce the number of places."
"No problem, the principal."
The sudden increase of 20 places can also show President Li's expectations and trust in Fang Lan.
It is basically impossible for the average teacher to increase the number of places by twenty. For those teachers who can also break through the number limit, twenty places are also a very high standard. It is a bold attempt.
The conversation this time was very pleasant, and Fang Lan was also a little surprised that President Li could speak so well.
With the addition of 20 places, Fang Lan's visual arts class will have a maximum number of 80 students, which is more than most courses.
At Qingtan Art and Technology School, only the one or two old teachers who occasionally receive seven-star evaluations will occasionally increase the number of lecturers when they teach a certain aspect.
Fang Lan's situation in which the number of lecturers reached 80 students this time can be said to be unique.
Fang Lan dared to ask for an increase in the number of lectures. On the one hand, he was confident in divine art, and on the other hand, he was confident in himself.
In these days, with the help of divine art, Fang Lan's own teaching quality has also improved at a jaw-dropping speed, and his ability is not inferior to those old teachers who have studied for dozens of hundreds of years.
Soon after, the news that the visual arts course had increased the limit to 80 people went viral across the school, and the school had issued an official notice.
The first reaction of most teachers is unbelief, followed by doubt, jealousy, and envy.
One of the teachers tasted the news that was absolutely shocking to him with envy, jealousy and hatred.
This person is Yang Shu, who is determined to come to "Qingtan Art and Technology School" to show off his ambitions.
Hearing this confirmed news, Yang Shu had a deeply shocked expression on his face, expressing all kinds of emotions. His expression changed rapidly and its complexity was breathtaking.
"Fang Lan, this kid! That's disgusting!"
In the past, Yang Shu quickly gained the envy and admiration of many teachers after entering the school with his impressive achievements in the past. He also gained the favor and admiration of many middle-aged female teachers.
It can be said that Yang Shu has established his personal connections in school in a very short period of time, which is exactly when he is energetic and ready to make a grand plan.
However, at this time, he received a sturdy blow.
It even produced a mood of happiness and sadness.
Yang Shu couldn't understand what it meant to increase the number of lecturers.
This means that Fang Lan’s teaching evaluation level has surpassed most teachers, has the qualifications to impact higher teaching evaluations, has a higher popularity, has more powerful conditions, more resources, and better environment of.
This means that the gap between him and Fang Lan has not narrowed, but has widened.
"No! No, you can't let the gap widen! If it widens, it will be too difficult for me to catch up with him. Although I am confident that I will reach the 7-star rating in the shortest time, this kid Fang Lan is too weird and absolutely can't leave it alone……"
"Isn't he going to raise the number limit, 80 people, I don't believe that none of them are thorns. I want them all to become thorns!" Yang Shu's thoughts of hatred turned in his heart.
...
Thorn head.
Of course there are thorns among the new students.
Huang Ping, Qi Dong, and Xiang Nan are three famous thorns.
Even Fang Lan had heard of the famous degree of these three people, let alone other students, they were all very familiar with them.
For the first time teaching after adding 20 places, Huang Ping, Qi Dong, and Xiang Nan walked into the visual art classroom together and occupied three places.
To talk about who is the best in Qingtan Art and Technology School, Huang Ping will tell you: The Three Musketeers in Qingtan are the best!
Huang Ping, Qi Dong, and Xiang Nan claim to be the Three Musketeers in Qingtan Art and Technology School and the school’s boss.
But in fact, the Three Musketeers are just nameless. Huang Ping, Qi Dong, and Xiang Nan just stabbed their heads a little bit more than the average student. They are difficult to get along with and embarrass the teacher, making the teacher angry and annoyed.
"Brother Huang, today is the time to show our face again." Qi Dong smiled silly.
Xiang Nan pushed up the black glasses on the bridge of his nose, and gave an approving look: "The big class for eighty people, our school hasn’t appeared for a long time. This time must be the school’s attention. We must let Fang Lan's ugliness must have been greatly famous."
There was a smug smile on Huang Ping’s face:
Be careful when you make trouble. After all, it’s a big class. Don’t do it too much. After all, we have to mess around at school. Just embarrass Fang Lan’s kid and destroy it. We are even successful in his teaching."
"Don't worry, Brother Huang, I'm ready, I'll wait for the kid to show up today." Qi Dong smiled flatly.
Huang Ping nodded in satisfaction.
"Well, let's call it doing things within the rules, even if the principal investigates it down." Xiang Nan's face was unpredictable.
"But do you think the eyes around you are a little weird?" Huang Ping asked suddenly.
Qi Dong and Xiang Nan looked around.
Around the three are other students who come to class. The strange thing is that all the eyes of these students fell on them, they were surprised, weird, and curious, and some of their eyes had a hint of warning.
Damn it! Who are those brats, dare to provoke our Three Musketeers! Huang Ping read the warning to them from the eyes of some students in the distance, which made Huang Ping annoyed and felt that he and others had been provoked.
Qi Dong shrank his head, eyes floating around.
Xiang Nan frowned, a trace of puzzlement between his brows.
"What's the matter?" he asked himself.
Huang Ping snorted heavily and stared sharply. It's just that the eyes of the few students in the distance are even more cold at this time, which makes Huang Ping feel uncomfortable.
Bastard! What are those guys doing! Huang Ping was furious.
"Brother Huang, I think we are too famous for a few of us, they are afraid of us." Xiang Nan concluded.
"Really." Huang Ping felt a little weird in his heart.
"Yes, it must be like this. They are afraid of us making trouble, so they don't welcome us." Qi Dong replied, some timidly glanced at the other students.
Every time the three of them go to class, there will be students who do not welcome them, but the more unwelcome other students are, the more energetic the three are, the more they have to go to class, and make trouble. This makes the three of them have a strange sense of accomplishment.
It's the same this time. Thinking of the various angry expressions on the faces of these students for a while, the three of Huang Ping felt refreshed.
"Hahaha, let's just wait and see a good show."
Basically, all the students in the classroom are paying attention to Huang Ping, Qi Dong, and Xiang Nan. Some students are curious. This part of the students is basically the first time to listen to the visual art class.
Some students were surprised that these three stabbed heads also came to listen to the visual art class. Some students are very hostile. Students who are familiar with the characteristics of the three people know what it means for these three people to appear here, and it is likely to bring disharmony to the course.
A few hostile students have severe coldness, and are very unkind to Huang Ping, Qi Dong, and Xiang Nan.
Among these individual students are Liu Han and Wang Qi.
When the three of Huang Ping entered the classroom, Liu Han and Wang Qi looked at them with cold eyes, with unkindness and warning.
The two of them have been attending visual art classes for many days. In these days, they have deeply realized what it means to have an excellent teacher.
There is definitely a world of difference between an excellent teacher and an ordinary teacher!
With an excellent teacher, the joy and motivation of learning is on the rise, and the knowledge gained is different from the past, enough to make people make rapid progress and improve grades.
Both Wang Qi and Liu Han were not very efficient in their studies in the past. One was that they were not very good at learning, and the other was that they were not interested in learning knowledge patiently, but they were both right after taking a visual art class. I became interested in this course, and the knowledge I learned was completely embedded in my brain, and I felt fun from it.
Wang Qi feels that he can really learn knowledge and is looking forward to the future. Liu Han has been praised by his father several times for his recent grades, and he has become more interested in class.
For the above reasons, neither of them will allow others to destroy their class.
Although the reputation of Huang Ping and the Three Musketeers in Qingtan is very good, it is not worth mentioning to Wang Qi and Liu Han, they are not afraid at all. Even the forces behind Liu Han can completely crush Huang Ping's trio, so that they can't see the sun tomorrow.
Perhaps the three of Huang Ping had never dreamed that they would be targeted like this.
In fact, the three people came to the visual art class this time not on a whim, but by being entrusted by others. The person entrusted is naturally the ambitious teacher Yang Shu.
In addition, they were also very interested in attending the visual arts class, and the three of Huang Ping agreed to Yang Shu's request to undermine Fang Lan's teaching.
The three were enthusiastically waiting for class time.
Huang Ping feels unprecedented excitement, this feeling has not passed for a long time.
Yes, this is the feeling of excitement! It's time for the Three Musketeers to become famous!
No matter what Huang Ping and three people think, everything will not be changed by their will.
Fang Lan walked into the visual art classroom with the melodious voice of the class.
The previously unused place in the classroom was emptied out, and it seemed a lot more empty.
Fang Lan nodded in satisfaction, then his gaze swept across the 80 students. Well, no more, no less, just eighty. It seems that the reputation has spread.
Fang Lan's gaze paid special attention to a few restless expressions and gazes, and he kept a secret in his heart.
Some people don't want him to go further after all.
Fang Lan didn't want to care about who it was, anyway, it was the person who was far behind.
"Welcome all new students to listen to my visual art class, today we..."
After the simple opening remarks, Fang Lan didn't waste time and went straight to the topic: what he was going to talk about in this class was visual performance.
The invisible divine power spread out and enveloped the 80 students present.
Ming Shen Shu!
Focus people's spirit, attention, and mind, and improve understanding, memory, and reaction!
At the same time, Fang Lan used two magical techniques, the "refreshing technique" and the "concentric induction magic technique", which helped to improve Fang Lan's teaching effect.
With Fang Lan’s improvement in divine power, the use of divine power has also improved on this basis. For example, the refreshing technique used once at a time lasted for half an hour. Now it has reached one hour, and the divine power is less than used. Two points.
The power of divine power, coupled with the tools and supplies specially prepared in the classroom to help improve the teaching efficiency, made the students focus on Fang Lan's teaching content and understand and master it.
"It turns out that this is visual performance." Huang Ping had such a thought unconsciously in his mind.
Both Xiang Nan and Qi Dong also showed thoughtful expressions on their faces.
Suddenly, Huang Ping shook his head fiercely. How can I focus on listening to class!
Huang Ping's eyes quickly turned to his two good brothers, Qi Dong and Xiang Nan. What made him wide open was that these two boys were listening with enthusiasm at the moment, with a focused expression on their faces.
Grass nima! Focus on the fart!
Huang Ping quickly slapped the two of the heads, and two slight pops pulled them back from the state of concentration. At the same time, he also gained some attention from the side, with dissatisfaction and blame.
Huang Ping shrank his head, lowered his head and cursed in a low voice: "What's the matter with you two? How come you really listen to the lesson."
"It seems to be good."
"It seems to make sense."
Xiang Nan and Qi Dong muttered.
"Brother Huang, do you start now?" Qi Dong asked.
"Wait for a while, I'll talk later." The surrounding eyes fell on Huang Ping-ren, intentionally or unintentionally. Those eyes were not worship or surprise, but blame and disgust, which made him very concerned. He didn't want his reputation to be stinky before it even started.
In the past, every time they made trouble, some students would surprise them and look admiringly, as if they were saying good things. It was amazing and interesting.
But in this classroom, Huang Ping didn't feel the atmosphere, but felt that he and others were incompatible with the atmosphere in the classroom.
"Well~EbookFREE.me~ Qi Dong responded, somehow, there was some rejoicing in his heart. He didn't even notice this emotion.
What the three of them didn't expect was that this stoppage was a long time.
Unconsciously, two hours passed!
When Fang Lan stopped the lecture and let everyone rest, Huang Ping also woke up completely.
He unknowingly became fascinated again, immersed in the knowledge of visual performance.
Nima's! Huang Ping cursed secretly, and at the same time stabbed his hand to the two people nearby. Because he knew that the two people next to him certainly didn't realize what he did.
as I thought!
"What are you doing!"
"Fuck, stop making trouble!"
Qi Dong and Xiang Nan kept their eyes in a state of thoughtfulness, recalling the content of Fang Lan's lecture, feeling the painful fingers next to them, and subconsciously cursing in their mouths.