He is a streamer and a part-time Pokémon trainer.

"If you want him to give this class a passing grade...it's basically impossible..."

The elementary school girl pouted, a little unhappy.

"Huh? Are you worried that I will fail the class, senior?"

"That's not the case. Although I'm not very smart, I work very hard. I can't even think about getting a high score. I should be able to pass with a low score."

The sophomore chief wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and laughed awkwardly.

"I hope so..."

That was all he could say in reply.

Although the elementary school girl felt a little underestimated, her emotional intelligence was generally good, so she did not hold on to this topic, but asked curiously: "That's right!"

"Senior seems to know the professor who teaches this course?"

"Can you tell me something?"

This time, the chief next to him had an even weirder expression.

"You...don't you usually watch live broadcasts? The kind on the Megalodon platform?"

The elementary school girl obviously thought wrongly, her face turned red and she shook her head repeatedly.

"No, I'm usually very busy with schoolwork. I don't have time to watch those messy male anchors."

This is not unreasonable. Even in the era before Mo Qiu traveled through time, not every young person liked to watch live broadcasts.

"That's understandable - have you ever heard of the name [Mo Qiu]?"

Now the elementary school girl became energetic.

"Oh oh oh! I know!"

"The school has organized games to watch and support before! It's the senior from the training department, right? He passed the Kanto League in one summer vacation, and with the favor of the mythical beast, he won the Quartz Conference with an overwhelming advantage without any suspense! It's Shanghai College legend!”

The sophomore chief nodded, his expression a little subtle.

"Yes, it's him."

"The [Introduction to Battle] class we are going to take now is given to us by Mo Qiu - Brother Qiu."

The elementary school girl looked a little surprised.

"Well..."

"Well...it makes sense. After all, he is so strong - but he is only one year older than me!"

"I'm still running for credits, but he can already teach as a teacher at an institution like Shanghai University!"

"Damn...I'm so envious..."

The elementary school girl burst into tears, not knowing what she was envious of.

"Ah, are Senior Yu Huo and Senior Mo Qiu familiar with each other?"

"What kind of person is he?"

This question was very interesting, and it also made the male classmate named Yu Huo on the side fall into deep thought.

"His strength as a trainer is unmatched by me. I can be sure of this."

"But aside from his strength, he is actually..."

"Well, what do you say?"

"In the dialect we have there, it's called [Weirdo] - you'll know the exact details when you see it."

"Anyway, if I go to his class, even if I have friendship with him, I feel like I'm in trouble..."

Before the male classmate finished speaking, a familiar shout came to his ears.

"Hey! Ahuo!"

Listening to this cheerful greeting, Yu Huo, the sophomore combat department chief, turned his head with an unknown premonition.

Then, a scene that stunned him appeared in front of him.

A "wheelchair" rushed towards him at a lightning speed, turned around a drainage channel, made a 180-degree loop, and braked to a stop in front of him.

The black-haired young man sitting in the wheelchair stretched out a hand with a showy face. This hand was wearing a sensor glove. As the young man made different gestures with the glove, the wheelchair moved forward and backward flexibly, and finally... It spun around in circles as if having fun, which was very cool.

Yu Huo and the elementary school girl's eyes widened.

This elementary school girl looked stunned, but also a little disgusted - not that she looked down on disabled people, but mainly... it was so embarrassing to play like this in public!

What's the difference between you and a three-year-old child?It’s the same when they play with remote control cars and show off to their friends!

Can't you be more low-key since you're already in a wheelchair?You see, senior Yu Huo is so mature and steady. Even though he was so surprised, he still kept a social smile!

As expected, Yu Huo smiled awkwardly: "Ah, what a coincidence, I meet you here - what's wrong with your legs?"

The young man patted his thigh carelessly.

"It's okay. It's a minor injury. The leg was contaminated by the steel energy. I can't stand upright and have difficulty moving. I'll just nurse it for a few days."

"Didn't I capture a Dongguo scientist a few days ago? I asked him to buy me a new car first - let's see if my [Wheel of Fortune] is cool!"

"Full gesture remote control, top speed 180 per hour - let me tell you, an ordinary car can't outrun me on two wheels!"

Yu Huo touched his head and repeated the question with a subtle expression - "In other words, your body is really fine, right?"

The young man sitting in the wheelchair was stunned and nodded vigorously.

"Of course, your brother and I are made of steel and I don't take this kind of minor injury seriously at all."

The expression of the elementary school girl on the side also looks better - it seems that this senior Yu Huo is very reliable and cares about her friend's health very much.

She didn't hold on to this idea for long.

When Yu Huo heard this, a bright smile broke out on his face.

"Then--it's okay for you to sit in a woolen wheelchair!"

"Get down!"

"Let me play with it - how do I use this thing?"

"How did you do that drift just now! Teach me!"

The young man in the wheelchair was also very generous. He stood up limpingly, took off his gloves and threw them to Yu Huo.

"Here--you figure it out for yourself."

"This thing is super fun. I've been playing it for a week. I go out for a ride every day. The Kawasaki Harley can only follow me and eat dust!"

"Didn't you see the ghosted expressions on those bosozokus after I overtook them? Hahaha!"

"..."

"You can imagine - the scaly dragon was probably killed by the green caterpillar on the opposite side. It's such a shock!"

Yu Huo murmured, happily put on his gloves, sat on the wheelchair, and began to rock the remote control from left to right.

The two old men were talking to each other, and they were having a great time discussing it. The elementary school girl next to them looked a little confused.

Mother!I really don’t understand men!What is this!

She looked at her watch and hesitated, but still politely interrupted the conversation between the two people who had similar odors.

"Sorry to bother you - Senior Yu Huo, it's almost time for class. If you are late for the first class, will it leave a bad impression on the teacher?"

Yu Huo blinked, a little sluggishly, but then nodded in realization.

"Oh, Brother Qiu, Tingting told me that she was face-blind. I thought she was exaggerating, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"She didn't recognize you!"

"The teacher is taking me drifting! I'm afraid I'll be late!"

As soon as Yu Huo said this, the smile on Mo Qiu's face, who was standing next to him, froze.

After about half a minute of silence, Mo Qiu also glanced at his hands, then strode to Yu Huo's side and kicked him.

"Holy shit! I'm so busy showing off my [D-wheel] to you that I forgot that I'm here for class today!"

"Which classroom are you coming from?"

"Isn't it the largest multimedia among the Seven Religions?"

"..."

"Goodbye!"

"Yu Huo, I've said it before - if you are late, I will definitely deduct your usual points - let you steal my [D round] to play!"

After saying this, Mo Qiu drove his "Wheel of Fortune" 100 meters away.

The dumbfounded Yu Huo was left muttering curses in the street, but he had no choice but to grab the elementary school girl's hand and run away.

Ten minutes later, the largest multimedia classroom in Shanghai University was already packed.

What’s very interesting is that in other classes, you have to swipe your card for roll call to prevent people from skipping class, but in Mo Qiu’s class, you have to swipe your card to enter, to prevent someone from sneaking in after missing the class. This kind of behavior is not necessary. Because Mo Qiu’s open class will be broadcast live in its entirety, anyone with a mobile phone and Internet access can watch it instantly.

The reason why the school restricts the entry of people is actually to prevent too many people, which will greatly reduce the teaching effect.

Even so, this may be the class with the largest number of students attending university in Shanghai this year.

The most rare and valuable thing is... despite the large number of people, the entire classroom is silent, you can hear a pin drop, and no one is whispering to each other. It's not like a university classroom at all.

Well, there is a reason for this.

According to incomplete statistics, in the auditorium at the end of the multimedia classroom, there were two principals, seven professors, a double-digit number of lecturers from the combat department, Lao Meng, the leader of the training department, and a fire-type tea-drinking king. He is a heavyweight. These students can't help but tremble at the sight of him. How dare he make a mistake?

In this somewhat solemn atmosphere, the classroom door... was pushed open.

A man and woman who seemed to be a couple ran in panting hand in hand, and hurriedly found a relatively remote seat to sit down. After realizing that her reckless appearance was laughed at by many big shots, the elementary school girl blushed and was embarrassed. He lowered his head, but the male classmate just rolled his eyes helplessly and spoke silently. It seemed that his mouth was cursing.

The frequency of his lips moving increased by three levels after the wheelchair came in and Mo Qiu's voice came over, "Yu Huo, the sophomore chief of the combat department, is late, so five attendance points will be deducted."

Mo Qiu, who came in slowly in a wheelchair, attracted everyone's attention almost instantly, but after all, he was someone who had seen big scenes. After happily receiving a little evil energy contributed by Yu Huo, Mo Qiu revealed his With his signature harmless smile, he used the step-up function of this high-tech wheelchair produced by Dr. Fuji to effortlessly move his position in front of the podium.

"It seems that I am the last one. You have been waiting for a long time."

"I will spend the next two weeks and twelve classes with you."

"First, it's time to introduce yourself - I'm Mo Qiu."

As soon as he said this, many students attending the lecture began to applaud from the bottom of their hearts.

In the hearts of most people, Mo Qiu, who has overcome all obstacles and stirred up troubles in Guandong, is the pride of Shanghai University and the spiritual leader of many younger generations. He deserves this applause.

Mo Qiu, who was interrupted to introduce himself, was not upset. He listened to the enthusiastic applause with a smile. After nearly a minute, he pressed down his palms to signal for silence in the audience.

“I feel the enthusiasm of my classmates.”

"Everyone knows me. It seems that there is no need to reveal the self-introduction I prepared."

"I am Mo Qiu, and I will be your lecturer for this [Introduction to Battle] course."

"Well... the name of this class was decided by the school. In fact, I am a little scared personally. I am just a fledgling trainer. How can I thoroughly understand the battle and be able to formulate an overview in concise language? Format-based teaching, he really looks down on me a little bit."

"But, in front of all the students, I can't share my personal understanding of the master duel."

Mo Qiu got into the mood very quickly. For him, giving a lecture on the podium is no different from having a live broadcast at home. There is nothing to cause stage fright.

"The purpose of the battle is very simple, it's all about winning."

"Then, the purpose of us forming a team to fight is naturally to win this game."

"So, first of all, let's talk about [Team Formation] in our first class."

Mo Qiu was not verbose at all, and entered the field in which he was good at a tight rhythm.

"When it comes to team formation, I have to talk about my personal views."

"If any students who have watched my live broadcast should be familiar with my words - there are no weak Pokémon in this world, only weak trainers."

After saying this, even if there were principal-level beings listening, they could not suppress the whispers below.

This is normal. The professors sitting in the back row pricked up their ears and looked ready to listen to your lecture. They were obviously very interested in what Mo Qiu said next.

"Don't rush to refute me, I know what everyone is thinking."

"Pokémon's strength has its limits."

"Racial value, individual value, effort value, these values ​​that can be quantified are the shackles of Pokémon's strength in the Master Showdown."