"I'm your teacher, and I'm so disrespectful? And you are so weak that you dare to intimidate others? Chen Mo only felt that the few people in front of him were really full of muscles, otherwise how could they do such a thing?

"Little ghost, do you say again that I'm weak?" The strong man at the head bent down angrily, close to Chen Mo's face, stared at Chen Mo's eyes, and said with full oppression.

Chen Mo was so uncomfortable that he pushed the handwheel rim of the wheelchair, and stepped back, a little away from the face full of mites.

"I'm not targeting you!" Chen Mo said softly to the strong man.

When this strong man heard this, his face soothed a little, thinking that the person in front of him was personally assigned by the leader after all, since he was so interesting, it was better to give some face.

"I mean it, everyone here is a weak chicken!" Chen Mo solemnly swept everyone below to make sure that he had not made a mistake in judgment, and concluded categorically.

"Damn!"

"Beat him! This shameless imp! ”

"Beat him up and let him know what an elite is!"

……

These elite teenagers, who had killed countless enemies on the battlefield, suddenly lost their tempers, and they all rushed up, intending to teach this unashamed little ghost a hard lesson.

And the dragon, who had just left, listened to the noise coming from behind, nodded with satisfaction, and said. "It seems that Chen Mo's thoughts have also conquered these comrades, presumably they are also excited about Chen Mo's ideological realm now, right?"

Long remembered that he was almost unable to suppress the excitement at that time, and was very considerate of the feelings of these orphans who were only 16 years old at this moment, and it was understandable that he was so excited and excited when he first came into contact with the truth.

In Long's opinion, Chen Mo's ideological realm was really much more profound than that of these rough people.

Thinking of this, the dragon didn't use his domineering spirit to observe the situation in the classroom, and his figure turned into a breeze and quickly headed towards the port.

As the leader of the Revolutionary Army, the dragon has too many things to deal with personally.

The noise in the classroom lasted only a few minutes before calming down again.

Chen Mo sat in the wheelchair unscathed, supported his chin with one hand, and said as a matter of course. "Look, you're all too weak."

The 100 teenagers below were lying on the ground and wailing, moaning endlessly.

"Okay, it's almost time to get up when you're lying down, everyone is just a few broken bones, and a few breaths will be restored." Chen Mo estimated the speed of his injury recovery, looked at the people below with disdain, as if he had suffered multiple injuries, and couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted.

Suddenly, these teenagers, who were almost all in a state of broken hands and feet, stood up with each other's support.

It's not that I've just been beaten, I can't deeply understand Chen Mo's horror, it's not the same magnitude as them at all, that petite body is like a giant hidden, it's injured when it's next to it, and it's broken when it's touched.

Even when half of them were beaten down just now, the rest of the people were already frightened and confused, and they no longer had the courage to make a move.

But this devil insisted on a reason of "they are all weak chickens, so treat them equally", and chased them one by one to break their legs and throw them to the ground.

What made them feel the most was that this devil was obviously in a wheelchair, and in the end, he actually flew up!!

A man in a wheelchair flew up, can you believe it???

He flapped blindly with one hand, and flew up, faster than the able-legged ones.

"That's right!" Chen Mo looked at the people in front of him with a crippled look, and only then was he slightly satisfied.

"Introduce yourself first, let me get to know you!"

However, just as the people below were about to speak, Chen Mo interrupted again.

"Forget it, I'm blind, and your breath of life is so weak, even if I say your name, I may not be able to remember you!"

"I'll give you a sort of serial number!" Chen Mo thought for a moment and said seriously. "It's okay to arrange it in order from the time I just beat you down, from weak zero one to weak one hundred."

Suddenly, everyone below looked at each other, they only remembered that the warrior who was the leader was the first to be beaten down, there was no doubt that it was weak zero one, as for the latter words, they were all beaten up in groups, who remembered how many of them ranked?

"Alas......" Chen Mo sighed helplessly and said. Look at yourselves, it's useless to have such a bad memory! ”

Everyone looked at each other suspiciously, and many people couldn't help but cover their hearts and ask themselves, are they really so useless?

Obviously, when they killed enemies on the battlefield before, they didn't feel this way!

After Chen Mo said that they were not iron, he pointed to them one by one and told them his serial number.

"Have you remembered everything?" Chen Mo asked.

"Remember, Teacher!" Number One hundred shouted in unison.

"Very well, then let's start class." Chen Mo nodded and said. "Next, I will teach you as much as I can, and I hope you will not let me down!"

"Yes, Teacher!" Everyone suddenly became excited, in their opinion, Chen Mo, the devil, seemed to be going to teach them the trick of becoming a strong man.

Thinking about the invincible and unstoppable appearance of Chen Mo, the devil before, among the hundreds of them, everyone couldn't help but prick up their ears and listen carefully, for fear of missing any keywords.

"The following course is called: Ideology and Politics, and the first course is called 'Culture and Society'!" Chen Mo cleared his throat, took the preparation materials he had prepared before, and read. "Although the content is relatively simple, everyone still has to take good notes, so that if you don't understand after class, you can find me in time to solve your doubts."

"'Culture' is the whole spiritual activity of human beings and their products in relation to economics and politics. Among them, it includes not only the ideological parts such as world outlook, outlook on life, and values, but also the ......"

"The characteristics of culture: it is a phenomenon unique to human society and the product of people's social practice, and purely natural things cannot be called cultural ......"

The people below heard that it was a doubtful life, in the clouds.

Obviously, if each word is taken apart, they can still understand what it means, but when combined into a sentence, they don't know what Chen Mo is talking about at all.

In the end, it was still the warrior who was weak and one, and he had the courage to raise his hand and ask loudly. "Teacher, what are you talking about......"

However, before the words could be spoken, Chen Mo casually picked up the chalk beside him and threw it towards the weak zero.

"Boom ......"

The reflexes that Weak Zero-One exercised on the battlefield made him narrowly avoid this piece of chalk.

Weak Zero watched as the chalk he dodged hit the wall at the back of the classroom, like a cannonball hitting it, blasting out a passage that didn't know where it would go.

The cold sweat of the 100 people present "swished" out, and they were so frightened that they didn't even dare to put another fart, one or two were as well-behaved as grandsons, and they all forcibly wrote down what Chen Mo said first.

Chen Mo looked at their well-behaved appearance, and was even more satisfied, and continued to speak again in a low voice.

"Culture has very rich forms, such as ideas, theories, beliefs, beliefs, morals, education, ......"