The halo of glory faded, and Ye Ling returned to the classroom, but what greeted her was not the cheers and admiration she had imagined.

There was an eerie silence in the air, and the students' eyes flickered with a hint of subtle hostility.

"Tsk, isn't it just a crappy medal? What's so great about that?" Drizzt leaned back in his chair lazily, his tone full of disdain. "I thought he was some kind of expert, but he's nothing but a show-off."

Several students around echoed and sneered, as if mocking Ye Ling's vanity and incompetence.

Ye Ling looked at the young yet hostile faces in front of her and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

She had long anticipated that honor would not easily change the children's views of her, especially a troublemaker like Drizzt.

"Mr. Trist," Ye Ling walked up to Trist, her tone surprisingly calm, "Since you have doubts about my ability, how about we make a bet?"

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Ye Ling in surprise, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

Katarina and Irelia sat in the corner, smiling as if they were watching a good show.

They were hoping that Ye Ling would make a fool of herself so that she would fall from the altar.

"What's the bet?" Drizzt raised his eyebrows.

"Let's do a small test. If you can beat me, you can come to my class whenever you want and not come whenever you don't want." Ye Ling said calmly, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

The classroom was in an uproar again, and the students were talking about it, unable to believe that Ye Ling would actually propose such a bet.

Trist was also stunned. He didn't expect Ye Ling to be so confident that he dared to challenge him.

"Okay, I'll bet with you!" Drizzt stood up suddenly, a blazing fire of war in his eyes. "But what if you lose?"

Ye Ling raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "If I lose, it's up to you to do with me."

"It's a deal!" Trist clenched his fists excitedly, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

Ye Ling walked to the mecha simulator and skillfully started the operating program.

With a roar of mechanical operation, the simulator hatch slowly opened, revealing the sophisticated instruments and flashing lights inside.

"Are you ready?" Ye Ling turned to look at Trist.

Drizzt took a deep breath and walked towards another simulator with firm steps...

Ye Ling sat in the simulator with a confident smile on her face.

The hatch closed and the world suddenly became quiet, with only the low hum of the operating instruments remaining.

With a touch of her fingertips on the operation panel, the virtual world unfolded before her eyes.

Drizzt was opposite her, driving a new model of standard mecha.

"Let's start." Ye Ling's voice came to Trist's ears through the communicator, with a hint of imperceptible teasing.

The next second, Ye Ling's mecha moved.

There were no complicated attempts or fancy moves; she simply chose a frontal assault.

The mecha engine roared deafeningly, and its speed was as fast as lightning, instantly closing the distance with Trist.

Before Trist could react, Ye Ling's mecha was already in front of him.

She steered the mech into a dazzling aerial spin, dodging Drizzt's attack and simultaneously delivering a powerful punch to the chest of his mech.

"Bang!" With a loud noise, Trist's mecha was shaken back and the body shook violently.

He widened his eyes in horror, unable to believe that he was suppressed by Ye Ling with just one move.

Ye Ling did not give Trist a chance to breathe. She launched an attack again. The mecha seemed to come alive in her hands, performing all kinds of incredible and difficult moves.

The energy of the ancient mecha core surges within the mecha, giving it extraordinary performance.

The mecha was sometimes as swift as a cheetah, sometimes soaring like an eagle, and sometimes as flexible as a snake, making Trist run around in circles.

"Oh my god, this is too strong!"

"This operation is simply against the will of heaven!"

"Teacher Ye is awesome!"

There were bursts of exclamations in the classroom, and the students were all shocked by Ye Ling's superb operating skills.

Trist's face became more and more ugly. He knew that he had lost, and lost completely.

"I... I give up." Trist's voice was filled with reluctance and frustration.

Ye Ling then stopped attacking. She walked out of the simulator with a faint smile on her face.

"Remember our bet."

At this time, Catalina came over angrily, "Ye Ling, your teaching resources have been cut. From now on, your classes can only be arranged in the worst classrooms."

"Why?" Ye Ling stared at Katarina without flinching. "My teaching achievements are obvious to all. You are just seeking revenge!"

"Are you not convinced? Go find the dean and sue me!" Catalina sneered and turned away.

Ye Ling ignored Catalina's provocation and walked straight to the dean's office.

After listening to Ye Ling's statement, Master Yi looked at her and said, "Teacher Catalina's reason is that your teaching methods are too radical and not suitable for students."

Ye Ling took a deep breath and was about to refute when suddenly the office door was pushed open...

Duan Yu pushed the door open and walked in, holding a thick stack of information in his hands.

"Dean, these are the teaching materials that Instructor Ye Ling needs. I have already sorted them out." His tone was calm, yet revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Master Yi looked at Duan Yu, then at Ye Ling. Finally, he nodded and said, "Teacher Ye, I hope you can prove with practical actions that your teaching method is effective."

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