Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

The news spread faster than a plague.

When Lin Mo walked out of the open class classroom, the first video had already been uploaded to Tianfu University's internal forum.

The footage was secretly recorded by an upperclassman using a communicator.

The image quality is blurry and the angle is skewed, but the content is incredibly clear.

Lin Mo's first explosives furnace emitted plumes of smoke that soared into the sky.

The second batch glowed with golden light, a testament to perfect quality.

The third batch shone even brighter, and also provided ten minutes of immunity to toxins.

The image of Zhang Heng squatting on the edge of the podium, crying and laughing, was captured frame by frame.

The post title was also extremely exaggerated: "[Freshman Lin Mo makes perfect quality potions as easily as eating and drinking! He made Teacher Zhang Heng faint on the spot!]"

The number of comments exceeded two thousand within three minutes.

"Is it fake? Is it photoshopped?"

"Go check the poster upstairs, the class monitor of Pharmacy Class 3. Why would he bother to forge this?"

"Perfect quality high-grade healing potions, there are no more than twenty recorded in the entire alliance, and each one was made by a Grandmaster of the sixth rank or above. You're telling me a freshman made one?"

"Master Zhang Heng was so angry he vomited blood? No, what kind of monster is this?"

"Watch the video in slow motion at 35 seconds. The interval between the addition of the sixteen medicinal herbs is accurate to the millisecond level. I have never seen this kind of technique in the sixth-level Masters Tournament of the League."

"Did anyone notice his last sentence—'No Zhang family members or dogs allowed'??? That's insanely arrogant!"

"No members of the Zhang family or dogs allowed—this close-up shot... the Zhang family is probably going to be furious."

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Awesome!

at the same time.

Office area of ​​the School of Pharmaceutical Sciences, Tianfu University.

More than thirty faculty and staff members, who are usually arrogant, were now like a flock of silly geese, huddled around a holographic projector, watching the video over and over again.

The huge office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It wasn't until the video finished playing for the fourth time that the elderly woman with gray hair, sitting in the main seat, finally spoke.

"Go and invite Zhang Heng over; I need to ask him myself."

The teaching assistant next to him looked embarrassed.

"Dean, Teacher Zhang has been carried to the infirmary on a stretcher... The doctor said he suffered a severe shock, his mental state is extremely unstable, and he keeps talking nonsense."

Song Wanqing, the dean of the School of Pharmaceutical Sciences, leaned back in her chair, took off her reading glasses, and slowly wiped them with a velvet cloth.

"Then let's go ask that freshman named Lin Mo."

"Didn't he say he was going to start a class? Go check when and where."

The teaching assistant was taken aback.

"Dean, you...you're going to listen?"

Song Wanqing did not answer the question.

She put her reading glasses back on, her gaze fixed intently on the frozen image on the projector through the lenses—

The soaring golden light, and Lin Mo's relaxed and casual profile as he casually picked up the medicine bottle.

It seemed that making the perfect potion was something he could do effortlessly.

"Also, notify the vice principal's office."

Song Wanqing's tone was calm, yet her words carried weight.

"It's like the sky is about to be pierced by a young man in our School of Pharmaceutical Sciences."

……

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Tianfu University School of Pharmacy, Lecture Hall No. 2.

This is the largest classroom in the entire School of Pharmacy, capable of accommodating five hundred people.

Lin Yao stood at the entrance, watching the massive crowd surge in, feeling completely numb.

"What exactly did you send out...?" She turned to look at Lin Mo.

"I just posted a message."

Lin Mo sat on the podium with his legs crossed, flipping through a book called "The Complete Guide to Alliance Potions".

It contains a list of materials needed for various medicines.

"Free open class, 100% guaranteed tutorial on making perfect potions, limited to 500 people, first come first served."

"No members of the Zhang family or dogs are allowed inside."

After reading the contents of the post, Lin Yao covered her face in anguish.

Many members of the Zhang family are well-known figures in the industry, and Lin Mo has now completely offended the entire Zhang family.

Lin Mo didn't even look up, taking it all for granted.

A long line had already formed outside the classroom.

Almost all the senior students from the pharmaceutical department came.

Combat, support, forging—even physical combat practitioners have come to join the fun.

However, they were quickly driven out by some pharmaceutical faculty members who had arrived earlier.

Lin Yao even spotted Su Wan in the crowd.

"Why are you here too?"

Su Wan gave a subtle smile.

"I'm also a pharmaceutical engineering student, how could I not come and see this great figure!"

She lowered her voice and whispered in Lin Yao's ear:

"The dean, the vice-principal, and many others have arrived! They are walking this way."

Lin Yao's legs went weak.

2:10.

The classroom was almost full.

There were still about a hundred people standing in the corridor, craning their necks to look inside.

Three standard black iron medicine furnaces were placed on the podium, and next to them were twelve sets of advanced therapeutic medicine materials urgently allocated by the Academic Affairs Office of the School of Pharmacy.

Although Lin Mo did not apply to the college for permission to give his open course.

However, the School of Pharmaceutical Sciences tacitly approved of this and even proactively provided Lin Mo with various conveniences.

I wonder if Qin Lan was involved in it.

Lin Mo ignored it, threw the book on the table, and stood up.

Just then—a commotion came from the back door of the classroom.

Four people walked in.

The leader was a young man in his mid-twenties, wearing a gray robe for making medicine. He had a seven-tenths resemblance to Zhang Heng in his features, but was more mature.

Zhang Hengyuan.

Zhang Heng's nephew is a doctoral candidate in the Department of Pharmaceutical Engineering at Tianfu University. He is a Level 3 pharmaceutical engineer and the most promising pharmaceutical genius among the younger generation of the Zhang family.

He was followed by three pharmaceutical students from the Zhang family.

The four of them strode towards the front of the classroom.

He would occasionally greet people he knew around him, as if he were just a student who came to class normally.

Lin Yao's heart was in her throat.

Then the four of them stopped.

Because there was a wooden board that had been removed from somewhere and was leaning against the wall to the right of the classroom door.

Eight large characters were written crookedly in black marker above—

"No members of the Zhang family or dogs are allowed inside."

The entire corridor fell silent instantly.

All eyes were on Zhang Hengyuan's face.

That face, which had been silently smiling, was turning red at a visible speed.

It starts from the neck and spreads all the way to the ears and forehead.

The three Zhang family students behind him were already trembling—not from fear, but from anger.

"Lin Mo, how dare you humiliate my Zhang family like this!"

Zhang Hengyuan's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You'd better think carefully about what you're doing."

"Do you know what happened to the last person who offended the Zhang family?"

On the podium, Lin Mo finally raised his head and glanced at him.

The mockery and contempt in that look.

Zhang Hengyuan was so angry that he was panting heavily, his heart pounding wildly as if a deer were running around in his chest.

"The Zhang family?"

Lin Mo gave a disdainful sneer.

"Things that are not presentable deserve to be treated the same as dogs."

The venue was almost full, but it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; not a single person dared to utter a sound.

Zhang Hengyuan clenched his right hand into a fist inside his sleeve.

Between his knuckles, a wisp of pure magical power belonging to a third-tier alchemist was overflowing out of control.

Just as the air was about to ignite—

The back door was pushed open again.

An old woman with an ebony cane walked in.

Song Wanqing, Dean of the School of Pharmaceutical Sciences.

Behind her was the vice president of Tianfu University.

Song Wanqing stopped in her tracks as she passed Zhang Hengyuan.

She glanced at the wooden board on the wall, froze for a moment, and then said awkwardly.

"Hengyuan, what brings you here?"