Mixed race is a very strange phenomenon. 【Reading.com】

This belongs to the category of biology, Mo Xuan doesn't know too much, and he hasn't studied it.

However, there is one thing he can be sure of, that is, no matter how many generations of mixed blood have been experienced, no matter how many races of mixed blood have been experienced, as far as the demon race is concerned, a mixed-race demon clan retains at most two bloodlines, the strongest two, even if your parents, grandparents, grandparents, seven aunts and eight aunts are all from different races, but you can only have two types of demon bloodline at most, and the other bloodlines will be completely covered.

This is a fact, and the battle of the demon clan is even reflected in the bloodline battle.

It's just that, right now, the question makes Mo Xuan look funny.

The whole world is a demon race, at least a hybrid of the demon race and the human, and he can even be sure that after so many years, there are no pure-blooded humans in this world that he understood back then, but all the guys think that they are the purest human beings in blood.

Indeed, it's bloody!

However, Mo Xuan did not have the heart to debunk this matter, and of course, he did not have the ability to debunk this matter.

Be a low-key person and do a good job as a promising career as a high school student!

―――――― after the incident of burning the toilets, the original school could no longer stay, and there was no point in staying any longer.

Although he was saved from the accusation of his parents because he was struck by lightning, his suffering did not end, and after the discussion of his parents and several family meetings, his fate did not change much from his memory, and he was sent to the county.

It's not complicated, Yongan County Middle School.

The provincial key middle school is a place in the city that is known for its severity.

Mo Xuan had learned how powerful it was, so he refused to go alive or dead, which made him very annoyed.

"You little bastard, you have caused such a big trouble and have the face to bargain with Lao Tzu, if you don't go, you won't go, you won't go, you don't want to think about it, your name has stinked, except here, which school dares to accept you, are you really that big when you are Lao Tzu's face?"

The old man slapped the table, pointed at Mo Xuan's nose and scolded, scolding Mo Xuan very depressed.

"Hey, isn't it, I'm a saint, did you scold me like that? Even God didn't dare to scold me like that!"

Of course, this can only be thought about in the heart.

He sat there quietly, with his head down, listening to the old man finish the fire, and then raised his hand to wipe off the foaming star that the old man had sprayed on his face.

"I'm not going, either, change places for me, or I'll go find my uncle!"

"You-!" As soon as the old man heard this, he came up with a fire, and as soon as he shook his hand, his palm the size of a fan was raised, but he didn't fight it.

Reluctantly, just such a son, he was struck by lightning just now, this can't be done!

Therefore, his hand stopped in mid-air, this hit was not, it was not receiving, it was very embarrassing, and at this time, an exclamation gave him the steps to step down.

"Mom, why did you come down!"

"If I don't come down, you won't beat my grandson to death!" The old lady looked arrogant, walked in front of Mo Xuan, protected him behind her, and scolded the old man for ten minutes, scolding the old man's face from red to white, from white to purple, and then from purple to green, and she didn't dare to say a word.

Ten minutes later, the old lady seemed to be tired, took a breath, and said, "I heard it just now, the child doesn't want to go to that county middle school, so he won't go, there are many schools here, is it really just staring at that Yongan Middle School?"

"Mom, you don't know!" the old man looked embarrassed, and a little angry.

"I know, I heard it all just now!" the old lady said, "This kid is a little skinny, but as for no school that dares to ask him, I also know that Yongan Middle School agreed to let this child go because of your face, but in addition to Yongan Middle School, Tongqiao Middle School is also good, the same is the provincial key, didn't Yongan Middle School compare with Yongan Middle School last year?"

"Mom, that's not what I said, if he goes to Yongan Middle School, it will be better!"

"Isn't Tongqiao the same?!" The old lady is very stubborn, and between her son and grandson, she has always chosen her grandson's side, "Ying Qing happens to be a secretary in Tongqiao, wouldn't it be better for him to take care of the child!"

Mo Yingqing, Mo Xuan's fifth uncle, is now the secretary of the county party committee in Tongqiao County, and Mo Xuan's son Mo Yinglong has always been at odds, but he is very good to Mo Xuan.

After hearing the old lady's words, Mo Yinglong knew that there was no need to argue.

I had to sigh and stand up from the table, "Then you can watch it!"

"Thank you, grandma!" Seeing the old man's body completely upstairs, Mo Xuancai laughed and said to the old lady.

The old lady had a doting smile on her face, "Stinky boy, I don't know your mind yet, I went to Yong'an, your old man's principal classmate doesn't care about you to death, but your little uncle won't care about you, right?"

Mo Xuan showed a smirk.

Indeed, there is such a meaning, I think back then, he was stupid and stupid to listen to the old man's arrangement, but what kind of bullshit Yongan Middle School, as a result, the principal Chen Shutao was his old friend, he was in charge of death, and he suffered for three years, now it's okay, his little uncle won't care about him like that, when he arrives at Tongqiao, it is the world, Lao Tzu is the biggest, and it is convenient to cultivate, unlike now, if you want to cultivate, you have to guard, hide, and run to the dead building opposite to absorb the heat of the sun, it is simply a sin。

Naturally, this was not a reason to say, so he could only smirk and give a thumbs up to the old lady.

.................. Tongqiao Middle School is a provincial key middle school and a model of the county model.

Whether it is in terms of teachers or teaching hardware, it is no worse than Yong'an, but Mo Xuan has never been here in his previous life.

Now it seems that his uncle's leadership ability is indeed a little worse.

Compared to Yong'an, it's a lot behind here, but it doesn't matter, we're here to cultivate, oh, wrong, we're here to study, so it doesn't matter.

With this mentality, he came to Tongqiao.

The school is not bad, the teaching building has not been built for a long time, and the brand of the school is quite new, at least it shows that the economic conditions of the school are still good.

It is no wonder that the county model is now popular, and those who have a little money in the city, but whose children do not do well in school, will send them to the county to study.

I'm one of them now.

Following the middle-aged homeroom teacher, carrying a small blue schoolbag, Mo Xuan slowly walked into the classroom of the first (second) class of high school.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now I will introduce you to a new classmate!" The middle-aged woman's not mellow but rich voice reached Mo Xuan's ears, startling Mo Xuan, who was wandering outside the world, and when he looked up, he found that he had stood on the podium and had become the target of dozens of pairs of eyes.

"Well, there are a lot of girls in this class, but the quality is not very high, only one or two can be eye-catching!" Mo Xuan quickly scanned the entire class with an extremely critical gaze, "There are no special people and special demonic reactions, and the common sense that high school is a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers in those YY novels on the Internet is very different, so it can be inferred that those evil online novels are all lies!"

As for how the head teacher introduced himself, he left it all behind, and he didn't hear a word clearly, until later, when the teacher pointed to an empty seat and asked him to sit, he woke up.

In fact, in such a county, where would there be an empty seat so simply, and it was a key class, if it weren't for the fact that his uncle was the secretary of the county party committee, how could this notorious guy be able to enter the key class of this key middle school?

But this Mo Xuan is still not satisfied.

"Mom, why did you put Lao Tzu in a key class again, a group of scholars staying here, it's really not fun!" he thought to himself, "Forget it, what's fun or not, Lao Tzu is here to cultivate, not to play with the family, playing with such a group of children, it's too naïve, and too embarrassing, anyway, I'm also a saint!"

Fortunately, he hasn't forgotten that he was born as a saint.

........................ Class, I still have to go, it's just to be pretending, and it's also coming, but it's not interesting.

In English class, is the teacher speaking in English? Why can't I understand it? Why is the accent so strong.

And the physics teacher, what are you talking about, the most basic theories are wrong, what, Einstein? Lao Tzu has proved several errors in the theory of relativity, and you even take it out to teach students, what are you doing when you are not misleading people?

And that...... Forget it, I'm here to cultivate, so I won't have the same knowledge as you.

Therefore, Mo Xuan did not have the same knowledge as them, he lay on the table and slept.

Sleeping in class, this is a very shocking thing in Tongqiao Middle School, here is the key office, the key class in the county of the provincial key middle school, you sleep in class, is this too creative?

"Smack!" a crisp sound burst out from the podium, and the chalk broke.

"This classmate, please stand up!" said in a very annoyed tone.

"Bad luck!" Mo Xuan said secretly in his heart, and raised his head from the table.

Don't think that he is really sleeping in class, he is grasping every second to cultivate, absorbing the power of the sun and golden fire for half an hour every day, and then he will start to run the Separation Fire Xuangong in his body, strengthen his body, and nourish the black lotus.

It's just that if you want that black lotus to react, it seems to be a distant thing!

So, he was in a bad mood.

And now at this time, the teacher who didn't get on the road came to trouble him again, so he wanted to play a trick on this teacher.

However, as soon as he looked up, he was stunned before he could speak.

"This classmate, please stand up!" Seeing Mo Xuan raise his head and look like he was looking for a beating, the expression on the teacher's face became even more ugly.

Mo Xuan stood up obediently, and at the same time, looked at the classmates around him with a puzzled expression, yes, that's right, it's the second class, why did the teacher suddenly change?

"This ......!"

"Uh, that, teacher......!" The teacher hadn't spoken yet, but was interrupted by Mo Xuan.

He smiled very modestly and gently, "That, teacher, I'm sorry, I'm new!"

"I know your newcomer, but there's no rule in the school that newcomers can sleep during class!"

"Hehe, no, I'm just a little weird!"

"What's weird?!"

"Yesterday's politics class, the teacher was not you!"

"I was sick a few days ago, and Mr. Zhou helped me with two days of class!" the teacher explained, "but that doesn't make it a reason for you to sleep in class!"

"I know, it's my mistake, I'll punish you!" Mo Xuan raised his hand slightly, made a surrender form, and then, very skillfully, walked to the back of the class, and stood up against the wall.

Obviously, this is not the first time he has done this kind of thing.

At this moment, not only the teacher, but also the whole class amused.

"This classmate, if I'm not mistaken, you should be the new classmate Mo Xuan!" the teacher said with a smile, "So, you may not know, when I am in class, I never punish others for standing, so please go back to your seat, listen carefully, whether you understand or not, don't sleep, this is the minimum respect you should have for me!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Mo Xuan nodded, returned to his seat, sat down very honestly, raised his head, stared at the teacher, and listened carefully.

The teacher smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then thought about the words of the grade leader staring at him before class, so he stopped being verbose with that Mo Xuan's mouse feces and continued to class.

"Well, yes, it's a beautiful teacher!"

And Mo Xuan, looking at her graceful figure from behind, thought ill-intentionedly.

.............................. Well, how to say it, who said that I want to write about Chengdu Xiuzhen, believe it or not, I write Chengdu romance?

Don't believe me?!

That's it--hehe-hey!

(To be continued)