63: What's so difficult about Chapter 62? Is there really someone who can't learn it after doing it once?

The Vice President stepped through the door from behind Dean Song, his mouth twitching slightly.

He glanced at the crooked wooden board on the wall, then at Zhang Hengyuan and the others, whose faces had turned a deep shade of liver-red.

Then, he naturally shifted his gaze away and followed Song Wanqing into the classroom without saying a word.

The two of them sat down in the third row near the aisle.

Throughout the process, he didn't even make eye contact with Zhang Hengyuan.

Zhang Hengyuan's fists clenched and relaxed, then clenched again.

Behind him, the expressions of the three students from the Zhang family were even more unsightly than his.

But Zhang Hengyuan did not move.

Because the Dean and the Vice President had gone inside.

The two highest-ranking officials of the school had chosen to ignore that sign and his presence—this meant they had tacitly accepted the rules Lin Mo had set.

Zhang Hengyuan took a deep breath and was about to step through the door.

"Stop."

On the podium, Lin Mo's hand stopped flipping the book.

He didn't even look up at Zhang Hengyuan, simply pointing a finger at the wooden board at the door.

"Can the people from the Zhang family not read?"

Zhang Hengyuan's temples throbbed violently.

Among the three Zhang family students behind him, one finally couldn't take it anymore, stepped forward, and shouted loudly.

"Lin Mo! You think a broken piece of wood can stop our Zhang family?"

"We are going to listen today! What can you do about it?"

Five hundred heads in the classroom turned in unison.

Lin Yao's heart was practically jumping out of her throat.

Lin Mo finally looked up.

He closed the book, stood up, and patted the dust off his hands.

"Fine."

"If you want to listen, then I won't teach."

He stepped down from the podium and walked toward the back door.

The classroom instantly erupted.

"No way! I worked so hard to get this seat!"

"Can the Zhang family stop messing things up!"

"This is perfect-quality instruction! You won't find another like it in the entire Alliance!"

Song Wanqing couldn't sit still and stood up.

"Student Lin, wait a moment."

The Vice President also spoke up:

"Student Lin Mo, don't be too impulsive—"

"Vice President."

Lin Mo turned his head and interrupted him, his tone very flat.

"I said, members of the Zhang family and dogs are not allowed inside. This is my only condition for holding this class."

"Either they leave, or I leave."

"You choose."

The classroom of five hundred people became as silent as a graveyard.

The Vice President and Song Wanqing glanced at each other.

Neither of them spoke.

This silence was an attitude in itself.

Zhang Hengyuan stood at the door, the muscles in his face tightening one by one.

He knew better than anyone—in the face of Perfect Quality Potions, the Zhang family's pride wasn't worth a dime.

"Lin Mo, don't push people too far!"

Zhang Hengyuan's voice was kept very low.

"We can take a step back—if you let us listen to the lecture, the Zhang family won't trouble you anymore."

"Take a step back?"

A playful smile appeared on Lin Mo's face.

"If you want to listen, that's fine, but I'll choose the seats."

He turned to look at Lin Yao.

"Go and bring that thing in."

Lin Yao was stunned, feeling like things were going very wrong.

If she had known Lin Mo had prepared for this moment, she wouldn't have helped him find that fellow...

"D-does it... does it have to be like this?"

She spoke with a tremble in her voice.

If the Zhang family found out she was involved in this, she feared her life would be over.

"Stop talking and hurry up!"

Lin Yao was on the verge of breaking down, but she still obediently ran down.

A minute later.

She led a grayish-yellow mangy dog up the stairs.

The dog's fur was patchy and balding, and it emitted an unidentifiable sour stench. Its tongue hung out, and it left a trail of drool along the way.

Everyone in the classroom saw the dog.

Then, everyone looked at the wooden board at the door.

Members of the Zhang family and dogs are not allowed inside.

The air solidified for about three seconds.

Everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Lin Mo pointed to the back door of the classroom, then at the mangy dog.

"Tie it up at the back door."

He looked at Zhang Hengyuan, his tone casual.

"Members of the Zhang family can stand at the back door with this dog to listen to the lecture."

Zhang Hengyuan's breathing stopped completely.

The three Zhang family students behind him were dumbfounded.

Humiliation!

The ultimate humiliation!

Not a single person in the entire classroom dared to laugh out loud.

The Vice President and Dean Song's expressions froze completely.

Lin Mo was using the most direct and uncompromising way to tell everyone one thing:

In his eyes, the Zhang family received the same treatment as that mangy dog.

If they actually did that, the Zhang family's reputation would be completely ruined!

The video of the Zhang family admitting they were on the same level as a dog would spread across the country in an instant!

Song Wanqing's reading glasses almost slipped off her nose.

The Vice President's hand hung in mid-air, his mouth open, but not a single word came out.

"Lin Mo... you..."

Zhang Hengyuan's voice was trembling.

The intense sense of humiliation made him unable to say a word!

"You will definitely regret this."

Finally, he forced out a threat through gritted teeth!

He turned and strode out with the three others.

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the corridor for a long time.

Pfft!

Someone in the classroom finally couldn't hold it in and let out a stifled laugh, then immediately choked it back for fear of retaliation from the Zhang family.

A second person... a third... a large number of people's faces turned red from holding it in.

"Student Lin Mo, please begin the class."

The Vice President spoke up at the right time; if he didn't interrupt them, he feared these students would suffer internal injuries from holding back...

...

At the Zhang family's temporary base at Tianfu University.

When Zhang Hengyuan pushed the door open and entered, his hands were still shaking.

He picked up his communicator and dialed a number.

"Father, I can't get in."

Zhang Wei's raspy, nasal voice came through the communicator.

"I know. There's no need to go in."

"Quite a few students are our people, but they don't have the surname Zhang, and no one knows they belong to us."

Zhang Hengyuan was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

"Have them record the entire thing and transmit the footage back directly."

Zhang Wei's voice regained some of its composure.

"Furthermore—"

Zhang Wei paused.

"We won't let his class go too smoothly."

"Your second uncle is still lying in the hospital, unconscious!"

"Since he dares to humiliate our Zhang family like this, he must pay a massive price!"

...

Lecture Hall No. 2.

Lin Mo stood on the podium, three Medicine Furnaces lined up in a row.

"No more nonsense, let's start directly."

He picked up the first medicinal herb, his movements so swift that no one had time to blink.

Sixteen medicinal herbs were placed into the furnace in sequence, and Mana was injected with the precision of a mechanical arm.

1 minute.

Golden light soared into the sky.

Perfect quality.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience!

Every single person stared intently at Lin Mo's movements!

Without even looking up, Lin Mo opened the second furnace.

The golden light was even more brilliant.

Perfect quality, with an additional special effect—continuous recovery of 50% Mana.

The classroom was silent for three seconds, and then an even more frantic applause than before broke out.

Song Wanqing took off her reading glasses, her hands shaking.

It really was a 100% success rate.

This was absolutely a unique, true genius in the history of pharmaceutics!

Lin Mo's appearance was enough to cause a massive earthquake in the entire pharmaceutical industry!

Lin Mo wiped his hands and began to explain the entire operational process.

His speaking speed wasn't fast, but there wasn't a single redundant word.

Hundreds of pens below the stage scratched against paper simultaneously.

Fifteen minutes later.

Song Wanqing, her face glowing with excitement, raised her hand and asked a question like a student:

"How exactly do you practice? To think you can control Mana so finely and exquisitely!"

Lin Mo rubbed his chin.

Others needed to study pharmaceutical theory for a long time and practice incessantly to gain experience.

But he had skipped that stage entirely.

He had no idea which part was difficult or which part was easy.

To him, it was all simple anyway.

Don't ask; if you must, it's the divine power of the system.

So he spoke bluntly:

"What's so hard about this? Is there really someone who can't learn it after doing it once?"

"Uh..."

At this, everyone present was dumbfounded.

The audience was not lacking in industry giants, gold-medal teachers, and senior professors.

They all stammered, their faces turning red, but not a single one dared to speak.