It seems that way, it really looks like it.
"No wonder Zhou Lin was unhappy, who wouldn't be? Clearly it's an urn, but they called it a crock. Isn't that an insult to Zhou Lin?"
The dean suddenly understood why Zhou Lin was unhappy. This was an insult to anyone!
The main thing is that this thing is truly magical. Everything Zhou Lin makes is such a magical item.
What they made would probably only be good for scooping soup.
At this moment, the Great Xia network was playing Zhou Lin's video for the nth time.
Xiao Ming has something to say: Shocking!! The 'crock' personally made by the novelist actually has magical functions.
Hu Hu Sheng Wei App: Where does the novelist's anger come from, and how can the curse be resolved?
Han Dou Video: Furious for a professor, is the novelist's anger directed at the Land of the Cherry Blossoms or the curse?
Baike Baijia: The archaeological team is under a curse, so will the novelist be too?
Below the video, many comment sections appeared.
Many netizens were discussing.
"Speaking of which, I also remembered why the great master looked like he was fine, and this situation, how should I put it? It's not right."
"Yeah, why does it look wrong? When others are in unbearable pain, the great master is still playing with mud?"
"Could it be that the great master has some incredible ability, perhaps cultivating immunity to all poisons?"
"But how do you explain this anger? What is it for?"
"It's probably because he thought the crock the great master just made wasn't very good-looking."
"Makes sense. These people don't know how to speak, and that Professor Jingxia, he's really clueless. How could he say such a thing? They were given a chance."
"Exactly, they have no emotional intelligence at all, it's really laughable."
Overseas.
Eagle Country:
"OMG, if you can't make an artwork, don't do it. It's so ugly, and you're not allowed to say it. Is this novelist sick?"
"Exactly. Even the children in our Eagle Country can make this, it's really backward."
"Yes, not gentlemanly at all, truly petty."
Land of the Cherry Blossoms:
"Hmph, it's clearly just a crock, and you're not even letting our professor say it. You're really monopolizing, how detestable!"
"That's right. Are you trying to bully our professor?"
"What our professor said is true, and now we're suffering from a curse and it's very uncomfortable. Why bully people like this?"
Great Han Nation:
"Haha, it's really a crock. How was it made? Why does it look so strange, all crooked and lopsided, haha."
"I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing, it's so funny. You can't even make it with your hands."
"It's really embarrassing this time, and you're not allowed to say anything, and then you get unhappy. The novelist's personality isn't very good."
Great Xia:
"Eagle Country, can your artworks catch snakes? I'm telling you today, if people from your Eagle Country encounter such a situation, there's only one outcome: waiting to die. You're good at bragging."
"Land of the Cherry Blossoms, are you idiots? How did this curse come about? Are you blind? Is this something you should say? Were you all born from fools? It's really laughable."
"You have hands, so make something that can catch snakes! I'll respect you as a man. If you can't do it, why are you laughing? Is there something wrong with your brain?"
Finally, people from the four countries started arguing, and people from other countries enjoyed the show.
At this moment, in a villa belonging to a certain clay artist.
*Crack.*
A lump of mud was pressed to the ground and rubbed back and forth. An old man with graying hair crushed the mud in his hands.
He couldn't help but sigh.
He hadn't broken through a bottleneck in a long time. Everything he saw now seemed ordinary.
Then he turned his head to watch Zhou Lin's video. At this moment, the old artist Bai He's eyes lit up.
Bai He was a clay artist in Great Xia. He had represented the country in competitions and never lost. However, behind these victories were many hardships.
Seeing this situation now, Bai He was already eager to find Zhou Lin.
The technique wasn't very good, but the functionality was excellent.
Thinking this, he called his assistant to book a flight ticket.
The assistant looked bewildered, but upon seeing the video, she immediately understood.
She had been watching the live broadcast before, and now they were going to find Zhou Lin?
Hearing this, the assistant hurried out to book the flight ticket.
She was Zhou Lin's biggest fan.
Inside the tomb.
The atmosphere in the entire tomb was very heavy. Everyone was watching Zhou Lin's expression.
They had a bad premonition, especially Professor Jingxia.
"Professor, Professor Zhou Lin, what's wrong?"
Captain Zhao had recovered and walked to Huo Qi's side, asking in a low voice.
Where did this anger come from?
"It should be this crock... cough cough, I mean, I misspoke."
Huo Qi thought of what Zhou Lin had asked Jingxia earlier, and it should be like this?
"Isn't that... a crock?"
Captain Zhao also saw it as a crock.
"That's not a crock... that's an urn. Do you understand what an urn is?"
Even though Captain Zhao's voice was low, Zhou Lin still heard it and retorted loudly.
Hearing this, everyone looked at the crock next to them... no, it was an urn.
Is that an urn? It didn't look like one at all.
"Is that an urn? Have you never seen an urn before? Or do you think I'm an idiot?"
Jingxia still looked at Zhou Lin in confusion.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Lin seemed startled and took a few steps back.
"You actually... you... you have caused me psychological trauma. To compensate for my trauma, give me two million, and I will forgive you."
Zhou Lin looked at Jingxia, clutching his chest as if hurt, and finally stated his objective.
"Ah?"
Jingxia looked at Zhou Lin in front of him, first stunned, then understood.
Huo Qi and the metaphysics professor, after hearing Zhou Lin's words, suddenly understood. This anger was a prelude to asking for money?
"This... is your academy very poor?"
Huo Qi asked in confusion.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you crazy? How could we be short of money? It's because Zhou Lin wants money, he's quite pragmatic."
The metaphysics professor quickly said.
"Besides, would you dislike having too much money?"
Huo Qi felt that this made sense. Wasn't this his own situation?
"You said if he got the money, could he give me some?"
Huo Qi asked again.
Metaphysics professor: ...
Captain Zhao: ...
Everyone: ...
"You... what did you say? Two million? Why?"
Jingxia looked at him unhappily, his heart filled with shock.