The next day, Yang Zaiwang, the head teacher, came to the classroom on time.

The students in the classroom were too scared to be late, and they all arrived early. It seems that yesterday's cold air has frozen all those little thoughts in many people's hearts. Yang Zaiwang saw it in his eyes and was overjoyed. A smiling expression, perhaps only he knew that it was a smile, and in the eyes of the students present, this expression seemed to be a complicated expression that a person pretended to intimidate and could not learn.

In this way, Yang Zaiwang's smile was a little more terrifying in the eyes of everyone than his previous intimidating expression. However, even if they have such thoughts, they dare not express them, thinking of the "winter"? Everyone is terrified, and they are more willing to shrink their heads and stay in the "spring" than others.

Many students waited pitifully for Yang Zaiwang to speak, but he kept "smiling" and didn't say a word for a while, just when Zhou Xiaofei and Liu Zhennan exchanged eyes differently, Yang Zaiwang's head teacher began to move. It was a turn, without Yang Zaiwang staring, and everyone finally kicked in comfort for a short time. Teacher Zhimi wrote a sentence on the blackboard: Magic is a kind of mental power override technique that uses one's own mental power to urge the free magic elements around oneself, and under the control of one's own mental power, to achieve the effect you want to achieve.

"This is what the teacher I want to tell you, everyone, write this sentence! Everyone! Everyone! Write it!" Everyone saw him make a word and write directly on the blackboard, originally thought that Yang Zaiwang knew his own voice, changed the dictation to the teaching method of handwriting, and felt that such a teacher was too great, he could change himself for the sake of the students, and he was willing to change his teaching method for the sake of the students?

However, it didn't last long to be "great" in the minds of everyone. And I heard him speak again.

Alas, everyone sighed in unison, and the whole classroom tasted extremely sour.

"Teacher, I prefer students to ask questions, in my teaching process, if you have any questions, you can raise your hand to ask!" Yang Zaiwang said.

"Did you find a problem?" Yi Xiaoxiao asked in Zhou Xiaofei's ear.

"......" Zhou Xiaofei didn't dare to speak, just shook his head, indicating that he hadn't found it.

I saw Liu Zhennan hand over a note, which read: "He only said one 'ah' in one sentence." ”

Zhou Xiaofei suddenly seemed to be the head teacher of Yang Zaiwang just now, and he really got rid of his bad habits.

"Teacher, where does our mental power grow?" Finally, Yang Zaiwang's favorite student appeared, that is a good student who is good at asking questions, after he finished writing a paragraph on the blackboard in the notebook, he touched his nose and pinched his ears, but he didn't know where to touch his mental power, so he boldly put forward this semester, this class, the first question.

Afterwards!

Except for the person who asked the question, everyone else burst into laughter.

The tablemate sitting next to the man pointed his finger, and somewhere below his lower abdomen, whispered: You touch the protruding thing, that is your spiritual power.

And so all the boys on the side laughed wildly.

Although Yang Zaiwang has only been teaching in this academy for a short period of a few years, he has lived in this world for decades, and he can barely be regarded as having a lot of experience and experience. However, it was the first time that someone had asked him a question like this.

I wanted to show my knowledge, and I was very prepared to receive the questions raised by that classmate, but my painstaking preparation became a joke.

But after all, he is a teacher, so he has the ability to control himself. But seeing that the whole classroom was laughing uncontrollably, he couldn't lower the temperature again because of this incident. I can only hurriedly say: "Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't know, say it! Like to ask questions, it's a good phenomenon to know how to think!"

Everyone listened to Yang Zaiwang's words, and then slowly stopped giggling. Yang Zaiwang continued: "The so-called spiritual power is not a specific part of the human body!, spiritual power is a kind of thought!, a power that is invisible to the eyes released by the brain tissue of the living organism!"

Speaking of which, Yang Zaiwang is afraid that a good student wants to touch the "mind" again, and if he can't touch it, he will definitely ask more strange questions, after all, the people in this classroom, except for himself, are all children. Therefore, he hurriedly seized the time to explain what "thoughts" were, and he hurriedly said: "Thoughts are not a certain part of the body! Thoughts are a state of mind of people!" Yang Zaiwang found that these explanations may not be understood by his primary school students, so he explained: "To put it simply!, for example, you see the pamphlet in front of you! If you are very hungry now! You fantasize this pamphlet into bread!" Then you will think about how far away he is from you, and then how big he is, and what it will taste like when you eat it! This process of thinking and thinking with your brain is your mind!"

"We people, not everyone has this kind of mental power over-control ability, people with over-control ability, can perceive the outside world free magic elements! That is to say, people with over-control ability, only have the possibility of cultivating magic, to learn through a series of control skills! The purpose is to convert it into visible magic effects! Finally, it is to make the magic effect substantial. As he spoke, Yang Zaiwang found a student's notebook in front of him, put it on the top of the desk, closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and then stared at the notebook with his eyes wide open, as if he was hungry and crazy, looking at the "bread". I saw him pointing at the notebook with the little wand in his hand and shaking it in a circle, and he said a series of spells that no one could understand: "Porphyrium 卟兌の卟兌のchange!!"

Just after he said that he had changed, a burst of blue light flashed, and when everyone looked at the notebook just now, a miracle appeared, and it really became bread.

"You have seen it! The process I just wrote is a demonstration of the sentence I want you to write!" Yang Zaiwang looked at everyone's surprised eyes and explained to the students very happily.

"Is it ready to eat now?" I don't know who it is, maybe he was really hungry, looking at this tempting bread, I guess he really wanted to eat it in one bite.

"No, I hope you understand! It's just a magical effect! I'm just using my mind to override the illusion created in the air by the magical elements of my travels. When you eat it!, you know! This is not bread, it's a mouthful of paper after you are willing to break it!" Yang Zaiwang immediately explained.

Then Yang Zaiwang wrote on the blackboard: There are seven kinds of magic elements: wind, fire, water, earth, thunder, light, darkness, and seven kinds.

"Write this down too!" After writing it, he instructed the students to write it down.

The man who had taken the notebook looked at the bread and felt that even if it was torn in half, he would not be able to write on it with a pen? Yang Zaiwang hurriedly went over and waved his wand on the bread, and with a whoosh, the bread turned into the original appearance of the notebook again.