Mystery Makes Me Strong

After the tea party, the day calmed down again.

Wen Rensheng taught the class patiently for two weeks, and of course opened a small kitchen for those at home.

When teaching in the club, use one-layer stacking, and when going home, use two-layer stacking.

Master-level teaching is naturally extraordinary, and there are three people in the family who are interested in learning with him.

Zhao Han, Wang Wenwen, and his mother Ouyang Ling.

Among them, Wang Wenwen's mysterious summoning technique is about to start, and his progress is more than double that of the club's students.

After all, she has long learned the art of mysterious painting, and now she can try some simple summoning rituals. Even if the effect is not false, it can also come in handy.

Zhao Han still needs to study for a while, at least she has to correct her abstract painter first.

Although Ouyang Ling is old, her enthusiasm for learning is still very high. She is learning all three skills step by step, but her time is limited, no more than two young people.

On the contrary, Wu Shanshan has no interest at all, because her method of summoning spirits is no worse than Wen Rensheng's.

After watching the learning progress of the three, Wen Rensheng deeply understood Lao Zhao's previous mood.

If you can meet a good teacher, that is the luck of a lifetime.

It makes sense why school district housing is so expensive. Empty words can deceive people, but real money never deceives people.

Can flatly improve the progress of children's learning, as long as there are parents with resources, which one is unwilling to invest?

For the top students, all of them study 12 or even 16 hours a day, with the same effort, the same aptitude, and the final gap between them is the external resources.

Teachers are one of the most important resources.

It is very different from the learning of ordinary knowledge, the learning effect of mysterious skills is immediate.

As long as you learn, it is equivalent to making money.

A large amount of general knowledge is actually only used for screening rankings. It can only help you enter a higher threshold to learn, but it cannot be directly used to make money in the actual industry.

If you want to become a money-making skill, you have to go deep into the relevant industry and polish your knowledge into practical skills. It is an extremely difficult process that takes years or even decades.

Just like if you can get 100% in the math test, can you make money?

Impossible, you have to combine it with other knowledge, hard work, or even put down your face, in order to make money.

Such as social knowledge, such as market competition awareness.

First go online to find a friend who is willing to pay for homework, and then successfully sell your 100 percent of your math skills, and finally turn it into a money-making skill—writing math homework on your behalf.

If you only know how to study, you will never be able to achieve this thrilling leap to convert knowledge into money.

The mysterious skill is different, as long as you learn it, you can make money immediately.

There are only two hundred thousand aliens in total, and mysterious skills have always been in short supply.

Some people come to you on their own initiative, this is a seller's market.

Therefore, he, a teacher with master-level teaching, is a treasure with strategic significance.

Whether it is Zhao Han or Wang Wenwen, they all understand this now.

Therefore, when Wen Rensheng was at home, he was living more and more like an old landlord.

Before Wang Wenwen was a little arrogant and alienated from him, now he has turned into a flattering courtier.

"Teacher, eat watermelon. I learned to grow watermelon with Teacher Wu in the greenhouse. They were all ripened with the power of alien species. Even Xiaofeng was reluctant to eat it." Wang Wenwen brought a plate of watermelons.

"Well, you have filial piety." Wen Rensheng leaned on the sofa and picked up a piece of watermelon to taste.

Sure enough, it is smooth and cold, and eating watermelon in winter has a unique flavor.

Zhao Han was beating him on the shoulder from behind, like an honest maid.

Wu Shanshan walked in from the outside and gave him a disgusting look: "What's it like? Get up quickly, today's New Year's Day, don't you plan to order anything?"

"What are you going to prepare? Oh, I remember, after New Year's Day, you have to help Lao Liu and the others teach newcomers and aliens, and you are among them." Wen Rensheng said suddenly.

"I don't know about you. I'm talking about the New Year's meeting. With so many relatives and friends, why don't you have a look?" Wu Shanshan said with a headache.

Hearing this, Wen Rensheng shied away: "Oh, it's good for you to represent me in this matter, it's not the Spring Festival. Don't be so serious, if you buy any gifts, it will be credited to my account."

Hearing what he said was obviously lazy, Wu Shanshan was not angry, but said with a hint of joy: "This is what you said, don't blame me when you get out of the basket."

"What kind of basket can this be? My relatives are all good people. By the way, it's better for me to go there in person, and everyone else will go to meet you." Wenren stood up straight.

"Hmph..." Wu Shanshan's expression changed slightly, but she didn't say anything, just turned around and left.

"Teacher, why is Sister Shanshan suddenly unhappy?" Zhao Han stopped her maid's work and asked in surprise.

"It's okay, you all go to study. Learn early, practice early. Director Li of the Dongling County Sheriff's Office called me last week to ask me if there are any students who have completed their studies, so I quickly transferred him to deal with the recent frequent incidents. ..." Wen Rensheng waved his hand.

"Understood, I promise to learn it within a week, and it must not be worse than Wenwen." Zhao Han said energetically, with a strong desire to express.

Wang Wenwen gloated and said: "You, be careful not to rot if you are too greedy, and you should honestly go to make up lessons. Wait for next year, no, it will be after the college entrance examination this year."

"No, I asked Sister Shan Shan before, and she said that the summoning technique helps brain development, can improve intelligence, and can form a kind of friend with my extraordinary memory," Zhao Han said in a positive way.

"What kind of friends? It's called echo resonance," Wang Wenwen said with a headache. "You don't make up nouns. Mysterious skills are engraved on different species. If they are skills of the same type and type, they can promote each other. I'm good at math, and programming is easy to master."

"Oh, I see."

Wen Rensheng had already walked out of the living room. He picked out two large watermelons from the greenhouse in front, put them in a bag in the trunk of the car, and then drove out.

Zhao Han watched from behind and muttered: "Wenwen, have you noticed that there is always something wrong between the teacher, Manager Wei and Sister Shanshan?"

"Don't ask about it, it's not something you can mess with." Wang Wenwen said while eating the remaining watermelon, but she could see more things.

"Alas, the world of adults is too complicated. No, after New Year's Day, I will be 18 years old, and I am also an adult." Zhao Han was a little panicked.

"What are you afraid of? Wouldn't it be good to get bigger? Before, when I was a minor, if I wanted to apply for a bank card, I had to follow my mother to do it." Wang Wenwen said indifferently.

"But I heard them say that before the age of 18, I looked forward to my birthday, and after I was 18, I hated it. It's really sad." Zhao Han's eyes were dull.

Wang Wenwen snorted coldly: "They? That's what ordinary people say. We aliens, before the age of 50, don't have to hate birthdays."

"That's right, with such a powerful teaching method, I don't have to worry about not being an expert at all," Zhao Han finally got excited, and then said embarrassedly,

"Oh, I always feel that this is not fair. Many people are much smarter than me, but they don't have this opportunity."

"How can there be any fairness in this world? My mother raised me, protected me, educated me, and beat me and scolded me for controlling me. Do you think this is fair?" Wang Wenwen said disdainfully.

"Uh, that's fair. Auntie, hello." Zhao Han greeted the door of the living room.

"Hmph, I played the rest before, so don't play anymore. Even if she is here, I would dare to say that." Wang Wenwen sneered without raising his head.

"Very well, Wang Wenwen, if you think you are an adult, I can't control you?"

Wang Cuiyan's icy voice then sounded, in the winter, it can freeze people to the bone.

"Mom, why are you here?" Wang Wenwen quickly stood up, took out a piece of watermelon from the plate, brought it to him, and said with a look of flattery, "Come on, eat the melon."

"Hmph, don't pretend to be filial to me here."

Having said that, Wang Cuiyan still took the watermelon and finished it in two or three bites.

Zhao Han smiled dumbly, and it really is a mother and daughter, and they have no resistance to delicious food.

"Xiaohan, is Manager Wen Ren not here?" Wang Cuiyan walked in and put a gift bag in his hand on the coffee table.

"Oh~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Teacher just went out, Uncle Wenren is retreating in the back, do you want me to call him?" Zhao Han quickly replied.

"No need, don't disturb his father," Wang Cuiyan shook her head, "Wenwen, come see your grandfather with me today, just two days, come back tomorrow."

"Oh, I see." Wang Wenwen said honestly.

When Wang Cuiyan heard this, she was slightly taken aback, and then her mood became a little complicated.

How could this stubborn girl be so obedient?

Why does one's own daughter have to be taught by a family to become well-behaved and sensible?

It happens that living with you is a small noise for three days and a big noise for five days?

Are you being too strict with yourself?

But how can children know that when they were young, they didn't teach strict lessons and only cared about a happy childhood. When they grew up, they would blame their parents. They didn't learn it, and they wouldn't.

After all, human beings are born to regret.