Shi Ling: "It's fake, an optical illusion."

Fang Songzhao munched on a cookie, dropping crumbs. His eyes were filled with disbelief. "Shi Ling, how come you're just like Luo Yuan, talking about scientific materialism?"

Shi Ling: "The world is material, and science and technology are the primary productive forces. Please move aside. I need to go practice some questions."

Fang Songzhao stared at her. "Something's wrong, Shi Ling. Are you possessed by Luo Yuan? Why do you love studying so much?"

Su Xingwan passed by and said, "She's waiting to finish that set of science papers so she can learn Heyunguan magic from Luo Yuan."

Ever since the last live broadcast at Mei’s Pet Hospital, when Mei Nanluo, senior brother of Heyun Temple, showed off his ability to translate animal language, the number of tourists in Yuncheng has increased dramatically recently. They all go to Heyun Temple to learn from a master and cultivate immortality.

But they were all rejected by Taoist Lin Feng with the words "If you don't have the destiny to be an immortal, don't force it."

Of course, there are always middle school boys on the Internet who go to the account of Taoist Linfeng and shout "My destiny is in my own hands, not in the hands of God."

Su Xingwan had little interest in cultivating immortality; she felt her current life of luxury was quite good. Furthermore, Gu Jiayi's situation had served as a warning to her: forcibly intervening in a world that didn't belong to her could have negative consequences.

Shi Ling's existence made her realize that beneath the glitz of this world there was infinite darkness hidden, but she had no intention of exploring and only wanted to continue eating, drinking and having fun without a care in the world.

Moreover, even Luo Yuan, a top student, who grew up in Heyun Temple as the eldest sister, had no talent for cultivation and could only recite various spells. She just let it go. Anyway, it would be fine if Shi Ling learned it.

Most people in Class 10 thought the same. Besides, even if they understood metaphysics, what good would it do? Shi Ling would still have to endure the same grueling college entrance exams as them, and even then, if they didn't pass, they wouldn't have to repeat the year. So, they should just focus on the exams.

"You know it but you still don't move away. I have enemies in the underworld. If I don't learn more magic, I will have to die in front of you." Shi Ling said this while making a deadly expression with his head tilted, eyes rolled up, tongue stuck out.

Everyone thought she was joking and laughed.

Fang Songzhao handed her a small cookie. "Master Shi Ling, you're the most followed metaphysical master on the entire internet. You can exorcise ghosts with physics and transcend souls with chemistry. Which ghost would dare to hit you on the head?"

Shi Ling's expression was exaggerated, and he danced with his hands and feet, imitating: "It wasn't just hitting my head, it was almost strangling my neck. You don't know, that Ghost King, the Fallen Angel, can't be defeated, not at all."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

Fang Songzhao's face almost had the words "I have little education, don't lie to me" written on it.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded behind her, "Shi Ling, it seems like you haven't seen a psychologist for a long time."

Shi Ling turned around and saw the psychology teacher Gu Xiuji.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses and a white shirt. His collarbone was delicate and sexy, and he looked as tall and straight as a bamboo. His features were clear and elegant. He wore a gentle smile and slowly buttoned his jeweled cufflinks. His fingers were long and slender, with distinct joints.

Su Xingwan likes this kind of gentle and noble handsome guy. She holds his face and says, "Teacher Gu is so handsome."

Shi Ling glanced at the falling snow outside the window, gathered her panda-shaped hooded scarf closer, and asked Gu Xiuji doubtfully, "Teacher Gu, aren't you cold?"

Yu Chen in the front row couldn't help but chuckle, looking at Gu Xiuji with a hint of mockery. A peacock spreads its feathers.

The north wind blew into the classroom, and Su Xingwan's pink bubbles all burst. She looked at Gu Xiuji, who was wearing thin clothes, and couldn't help but hissing, "It's really cold."

Gu Xiuji's smile faltered as he silently put on the black coat draped over the back of the chair. (End of this chapter)