Chapter 62: The answer that made me laugh
The flying monkey on Mobian Mountain is gone, and it has been gone for a long time.
This was not something that the Mohist disciples, who were used to watching fireworks late at night, were used to, so everyone was curious about what those freaks were doing.
Including the Six-Fingered Black Knight, everyone was very curious as they hadn't seen Master Ban tinkering with his mechanical beasts for a long time.
So, the Six-Fingered Black Knight and a group of leaders finally couldn't resist their curiosity and came to Mobian Mountain.
Then ……
"Don't move, get away from me, you've stepped on my formula!" Six-Fingered Black Knight was scolded by a group of disciples as soon as he stepped into Mobian Square.
“???” The six-fingered black hero was stunned for a moment, took a few steps back, then thought, that’s not right, this is my Mohist School!
"I'm talking to you, get out!" But before the Six-Fingered Black Knight could get angry, another voice was heard, and then Yang Lou, one of the leaders of the Mohist School, was seen being thrown out of the square.
"Who am I and where am I?" Yang Lou was also a little confused. He was one of the top masters of the Mohist School, and his cultivation had reached the eighth level of Minggui. Yet, he was thrown out without a sound, and he didn't even have a chance to react.
The Six-Fingered Black Knight remained silent. Even he seemed unable to throw Yang Lou out silently like a chicken.
So, a group of people stood on the mountain path, watching a group of Mobian disciples squatting in the square writing and drawing some symbols they could not understand.
“How about we come back another day?” Yang Lou was really scared and looked at the Six-Fingered Black Knight hesitantly.
When did the Mohist School have such a master? They didn’t even know about it.
"It's not about cultivation, it's about skill!" Six-Fingered Black Knight thought for a moment.
The one who threw Yang Lou out was Lan, who was also a master of the Ming Gui realm. The difference was that Lan had become very precise in the use of his internal force, not a bit more or less, and he could do the greatest work with the least amount of effort. That was why Yang Lou was thrown out by the other party without even noticing.
"Teacher, this is too difficult. I can't do it!" Just as Six-Fingered Black Knight and others were about to leave, they heard a wailing sound.
Looking in the direction where the voice came from, Six-Fingered Black Knight, Yang Lou and others were shocked. The person who spoke was none other than Master Ban.
Unable to believe his ears, Yang Lou rubbed his ears, cleared his eyes, and after confirming that it was Master Ban, he looked at the equally confused Six-Fingered Black Knight with a look of panic.
"Squeak~" The door of the Debate Pavilion opened, and a young man rushed out of the room angrily, glaring at Master Ban and roaring, "Are you a pig? You can't even figure out such a simple thing!"
Master Ban, who was thought to be angry, actually shrank his head, played with his fingers, and looked embarrassed under the expectant gazes of everyone.
"Are we still asleep?" The Six-Fingered Black Knight hesitated for a long time and finally came to the conclusion.
"That should be the case!" Yang Lou nodded.
So a group of people came quickly and left even faster.
They know very well that once these freaks get focused, they won’t pay any attention to you even if you are a tycoon.
"Come here, tell me, how did a melon that originally cost nine cents become one hundred and thirty cents after the discount? " Jin Yao looked at Master Ban in anger.
That’s right, physics has been exhausted, so Jin Yao took out his trump card, mathematics!
"Hehe~" The other disciples were covering their mouths and laughing, but they were glanced at by Jin Yao and they all lowered their heads again.
"Laughing, what are you laughing at? What's so funny? Look at what you calculated. I asked you to calculate how far a 70-year-old woman walks per breath. What did you calculate?" Jin Yao roared and looked at Lan.
As an honest boy, Lan did not hide anything and gave his answer, "One thousand four hundred feet per breath!".
"The 70-year-old woman can fly 1,400 feet with every breath. Is she riding a flying monkey, or is the old woman just whizzing past?!" Jin Yao became angrier the more he looked at her.
"Maybe this old woman is a hidden master?!" Lan answered after thinking for a while.
"..." Jin Yao remained silent. He couldn't argue with the honest boy.
"Hahahaha~" A group of disciples couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing.
"How dare you laugh? There was only one car, and people were getting on and off when passing through the city. Who calculated for me that there were only 3 or 4 people left in the car? Did you dismember him in the car?!" Jin Yao looked at the homework in his hand, not knowing whether to be angry or laugh.
"Hahahaha~" Another burst of laughter. The only one who didn't laugh was definitely the guy who made the mistake in the calculation.
"Also, Xiao Ming weighs 0.05 kilograms, and a house sparrow weighs 100 kilograms. The probability is 210%. Who of you can find me a house sparrow weighing 100 kilograms?" Jin Yao looked at the various answers and was really angry.
"Hahahaha~" Everyone burst into laughter, and no one knew why such a weird answer came out.
"Another disciple is really amazing. I have given him four options for answers, but he just didn't choose one. He even wrote his own answer next to it!" Jin Yao looked at the bamboo slips in his hand helplessly.
"Puchi~" A burst of laughter was heard, and all the disciples passing by the mountain gate laughed.
“What are you laughing at? What qualifications do you have to laugh?” Jin Yao glared at him. Do you think my students can be laughed at by a bunch of guys who only have muscles but no brains?
The other Mohist disciples all shut up, but they still had stern faces and were trying not to laugh.
"You like to laugh, right? You are strong, right? If you say I am bullying you, go and fold a piece of paper 14 times for me. If you can fold it in half, I will stand upside down and eat shit in front of the whole school. If you can't do it, I will stuff your shit back into your hands!" Jin Yao glared at Mo Xia's disciples.
"It's just folding it 14 times. Just wait!" A disciple smiled and ran to find a piece of paper.
This attracted a group of people to watch. The Mohist school believed that one must keep one's word and fulfill one's actions, so even if it was said in anger, one must do it. Everyone was waiting to see Jin Yao make a fool of himself.
The first time was fast, the second time was still fast, and the fourth time was a little more difficult, but it was still easy to break by the sixth time...
"Go on!" Jin Yao laughed sarcastically.
The Mo Xia disciple fell silent, and began to use his inner strength to fold it in half for the seventh time, and then burst out with all his strength to fold it in half for the eighth time.
"Why don't you continue?" Jin Yao looked at him indifferently.
"Let me do it!" Yang Lou came and took the paper that had been folded eight times from the sweaty Xia Mo disciple. He gathered his energy with both hands, then protected the paper from being shattered and folded it for the ninth time.
"Oh shit..." Yang Lou was also a little panicked. He felt it was difficult even when he tried his best. He couldn't fold it the tenth time. Either the paper was shattered or he didn't have enough strength.
"Let me do it!" The six-fingered black knight saw Yang Lou's embarrassment, then took over and made the tenth move.
"Continue?" Jin Yao watched coldly.
"..." Six-fingered Black Knight also fell silent, unable to fold any more. "This paper is too small. Wait, I'll go get a bigger one."
The six-fingered black hero led a group of commanders back to the central square, found the largest piece of Mohist paper, and tried it out. It turned out to be useless at the tenth fold. Finally, a group of people worked together to fold it eleventh time, but they couldn't fold it anymore.
