Deduct 1 for merit. I am really not a child of luck.

Chapter 27 You're calling me!

"Heavenly Thunder Curse..."

Lin Mo wished he could walk on the curb a hundred times right there and then and get a mid-level spell into his pocket.

A first-level mid-grade spell converted into ordinary currency would be worth at least one million.

So even though Lin Mo had carefully clicked to confirm accepting the task, he was still a little nervous, fearing that the task would suddenly disappear.

Fortunately, the first-level daily tasks can be saved for seven days, and you can get rewards as long as you complete them within seven days.

He confirmed the time limit of the task several times before he felt relieved. Then he looked at the 13-point luck value on the panel with burning eyes, wishing he could hug it and give it a kiss.

"I wrongly blamed you. It turns out that luck is really a 'rare resource'!"

Lin Mo was in a very good mood, even better than during the immortal test yesterday.

After all, no matter how well you practice [Kui Xing Posture], there is a limit to it.

Even if it is the perfect state of [Kui Xing Zhuang], it is impossible to get full marks for spells.

However, the basic line for mid-grade spells is 100 points. Even if his Kuixing Pillar reaches the peak realm, the score he gets will be no different from Ye Chen's mid-grade spells in the small success realm.

If the opponent can make another push and reach the great perfection realm, then the spell score will be at least 200 points.

By then, even if his level reaches the 7th level of Qi training, he will be left far behind in spell scores.

But now, if I can get the [Heavenly Thunder Curse] and increase my merit points, it will not be difficult to get a high score in spells.

"Well, speaking of this, we still have to re-plan it. We have to allocate a portion of merit points for spells..."

While thinking in his mind, he walked to the school and subconsciously walked into the classroom of Class 10, Grade 3.

By the time he came to his senses, he had subconsciously sat in his seat. When he looked up, he found that all his classmates had arrived.

It's a day off and no one is taking a day off?

Lin Mo was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he could understand it.

After yesterday's literary and spiritual examinations, most students have clearly realized their shortcomings.

Let’s not talk about the liberal arts candidates, most of them are burying their heads in studying cultural knowledge.

The same is true for the immortal candidates.

Except for Ye Chen and Lin Mo, none of the remaining four immortal candidates in the class dared to say that they were sure to be admitted to the Taoist College.

But there is not much time left. Instead of spending time on meditation, it is better to gain more cultural points.

After all, if you do well in the written test, you can get extra points.

For those with poor academic performance, it is easier to increase the cultural score by 100 points than to increase the immortal examination score by 1 point.

only……

"How did you come?"

Lin Mo looked at Zhang Dahai beside him curiously.

Zhang Dahai was so sleepy that he kept yawning and said unhappily:

"I asked for leave last night to go to the Internet cafe to play "Xiu Xian Pa Lu", but was caught by Lao Li. Today I came here to write a 10,000-word self-criticism. You said that I am about to graduate from the middle school, but I still have to write a self-criticism for the market..."

After he finished his endless complaints, Zhang Dahai finally realized what was happening and looked at him and said:
"No, why are you here too?"

It is understandable that for someone like Li Feng, who barely passed the immortality exam but ranked last in the civil service exam, coming here to practice civil service exam questions.

However, there is not much room for improvement in Lin Mo's liberal arts exam results, so he should go to the practice room instead of coming to the classroom.

Just as Lin Mo was about to answer, a sudden exclamation came from the front row of the classroom:

"Fuck... Chu Wange!"

As soon as "Chu Wange" uttered this sentence, almost all the students who were studying hard raised their heads and looked in the direction of the voice.

"Hi~!"

Many people took a deep breath, and the classroom, which was originally filled with whispers, suddenly became quiet. Chu Wange, dressed in a red Taoist robe, suddenly appeared at the door of Class 10. His heroic phoenix eyes scanned the classroom, then looked in the direction of Lin Mo and said:

"Come."

Before Lin Mo could speak, Zhang Dahai beside him suddenly widened his eyes with an ecstatic expression:
"The school beauty asked me to get out!?"

The classmate sitting behind immediately said, "Bullshit! You were calling me!"

The student on the right interrupted again: "Bah! You were yelling at me!"

All of a sudden, the male students sitting nearby started arguing.

"Everyone step back, the school beauty smiled at me!"

"Wow, wow, I've waited for so long, and finally today is the day. I'm going to eat this gigolo!"

"You are so shameless, you are obviously smiling at me!"

"..."

Listening to their extremely confident words, Lin Mo even began to doubt himself. Could it be that they were not calling me? Or was it because I was dazzled? Why didn't I see Chu Wange smile?

But having said that, none of the male students left their seats. At most, they just stared at Chu Wange at the door, their eyes full of anticipation.

It seemed as if they were ready to rush out if the other party shouted one more word.

Chu Wange, who was standing at the door, looked at Lin Mo who didn't move, with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes, and spoke again:

"Lin Mo, come here."

This time he called her by her full name.

The hope in the eyes of the men was shattered little by little until it disappeared.

Amid the incredulous expressions of the crowd, Lin Mo stood up calmly, slowly straightened the collar of his Taoist robe, and said with a smile:

"Oh, so you're calling me."

Damn, this bastard!!!
The male classmates in the class cast murderous looks at him, especially Zhang Dahai who was sitting next to him. His eyes almost popped out of his head and the ballpoint pen clenched in his hand made a clicking sound.

Oops, I accidentally overdid it...

Lin Mo thought to himself that this was not good.

As a student of Nanshan, he was naturally aware of the influence of the three "Chu Wange" in Nanshan No. 4 Middle School and even in the entire Rongcheng High School.

She always tops the list in every Chengdu joint entrance examination.

He single-handedly surpassed all the high schools in Chengdu for three whole years.

According to reliable gossip, she might even be the top genius in Chengdu in the past hundred years.

It seems that in order to protect this hard-earned fairy seedling, the outside world knows very little information about her.

It’s just that everyone knows that Nanshan No. 4 Middle School has such a talented cultivator who has dominated the list for three years. In addition, Chu Wange has a beautiful face and a good figure that cannot be covered up even by a Taoist robe, so the title of school belle naturally falls on her.

Perhaps it was because Lin Mo had been having barbecues with her so often recently that he almost forgot how popular she was among the high schools in Rongcheng, how many fans she had, and how many male compatriots' white moonlight she had become...

Sure enough, these three words "Bai Yueguang" have the strongest lethality.

Lin Mo complained in his heart, then slipped out of the classroom under the death gaze of countless people.

When he reached the door, he put his arm around Chu Wange's shoulders, turned her over, and pushed her out.

"Let's go, let's go. We can't stay here for long!"

Lin Mo urged quickly, but before he had taken a few steps, he looked up and saw Old Li and a middle-aged bald man standing outside the classroom door.

They both looked at Lin Mo at the same time, and noticed the latter's hand on Chu Wange's shoulder, and a hint of astonishment appeared on their expressions.

After being stunned, Old Li looked at Lin Mo again with a complicated expression.

As for the middle-aged bald man, there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and then there was a hint of anger in his eyes, and his expression was as if his good cabbage was taken away by a pig.

(End of this chapter)