The path to education

Yu Zhi stood outside the art classroom for a moment, until she had retrieved the name from the corners of her memory, then she took a deep breath and pushed open the classroom door.

Sitting in front of the canvas, the female teacher with long flowing hair and beautiful face was concentrating on depicting something. When she heard the sudden noise behind her, she looked back curiously.

"Yu Zhi?" She recognized the student who came, and her smile suddenly showed a little more surprise: "Why are you here? Did your parents agree to let you transfer to another class?"

Parents.

This common word made Yu Zhi feel dazed. The teacher's words brought back memories of the past. That was a sorrow that was hidden deep in Yu Zhi's heart and she did not want to recall it.

But this past that had caused her toss and turn in sleep countless times now appeared in her mind like an ordinary daily routine, as if she was examining the memories of another person.

"Teacher Wang." Yu Zhi's voice was calm and indifferent: "I came here today to say sorry to you. I will not transfer classes."

Wang Shuyue was not surprised by Yu Zhi's answer, and even expected it. She sighed, her eyes drooping slightly, looking very regretful: "Is that so. Since you don't plan to join the art class, I won't say anything more. After all, you have to walk this path of life by yourself. Your academic performance is also excellent. I believe you can be admitted to an excellent school. It's just... your talent for art is still a bit wasted after all."

"Although I won't change classes, I will still take the art exam and the school exam." Yu Zhi's voice interrupted Wang Shuyue's melancholy. She was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Yu Zhi, this is not a joke. You know how full the liberal arts class's schedule is. You still have to take the exam this semester, so you don't have time to paint at all."

"I'm not kidding about my future." Yu Zhi said, "Teacher Wang, I came to see you today because I hope you can wait for me here at noon tomorrow. I have a painting I want to give you. After you have seen this painting, you can decide whether my choice is appropriate, okay?"

"..." Wang Shuyue looked at Yu Zhi quietly for a moment, and suddenly said: "You have changed a lot."

Yu Zhi pursed her lips, her smile restrained and quiet, like a violet bud about to bloom.

...

The sunshine in early autumn is very bright, and it feels warm when it falls on people, as if they are wrapped in a gentle embrace.

The last time I walked in the sunshine without any burden like this was four hundred and fifty years ago.

Yu Zhi's steps were slow, firm but brisk. With each step, two completely different memories and personalities were realized and blended into a brand new self.

Everything about Parnaji seemed like a long dream. Now that she had woken up from the dream, she had to give up her past reserve and return to "reality" completely.

She went back to her old art teacher not because she wanted to get rid of the shackles of the past and firmly embark on the path of art examination. Art examination and then being admitted to the university of her choice are no longer important to her now.

Painting was her hobby and spiritual sustenance, and also a way to change her destiny. She had argued with her parents time and again for this dream, spent all her spare time working, and worked hard to save enough money to enter a studio and go to college.

She had spent three hundred years of her five hundred years in the other world painting. Painting had long been as natural to her as breathing. Even though she could not compare with the top geniuses in terms of talent, in terms of skills alone, there were few who could match her throughout human history.

Now she only needs one chance - Teacher Wang has a cooperative studio outside the school, with abundant resources and channels. As long as she can get her recognition, she can use the studio behind her to participate in large-scale competitions and completely change her life.

Yu Zhi stopped, squinted her eyes and stretched.

I never thought that throwing off all the burdens and walking in this world could be so relaxing and enjoyable.

"Hey, you look very happy." An arrogant female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Yu Zhiwei was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction of the voice - the girl with earrings, big wavy hair, and light makeup, who accurately hit the pain points of the principal and the dean of studies, looked down at her with her chin tilted up.

It was a very familiar face, seemingly a classmate from my freshman year of high school, but I couldn’t remember his name.

Yu Zhi never kept the names of unimportant people in her heart. She only vaguely remembered that this person seemed to have targeted her in high school and robbed her wallet.

"Is there anything wrong?" Yu Zhi turned around and looked at her quietly.

"Oh, not bad, you're getting a lot braver." The girl smiled with a sly look on her face, obviously not taking Yu Zhi seriously: "Hey, I'm out of money recently, take out your wallet."

Are children nowadays so confident in asking for money?

Yu Zhi was a little speechless. She shook her head and said, "I won't give it to you."

"Huh?" The girl seemed to have heard a big joke: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, but your temper has gotten worse."

As she spoke, she flexed her wrists: "Why, do you want to be beaten? Do you know who I am? How dare you say such things to me?"

It’s a pity that these words, which seemed full of threats, had no effect on Yu Zhi now.

She looked at the girl in front of her, frowned slightly, her eyes deep, full of compassion and pity.

All living beings are stupid, and in this regard, Parnaki is no different from the Earth.

Perhaps this compassionate look irritated the girl's nerves. She spat and her emotions suddenly exploded.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you look at me like that?" As he spoke, he raised his right hand and swung it towards Yu Zhi's cheek, but was stopped by a white hand halfway. The slender and fragile wrist easily made all the girl's struggles in vain.

She didn't expect Yu Zhi to suddenly fight back. In her panic, she was even more furious. She spat out ugly words without any scruples, while trying to kick forward. She imagined Yu Zhi, like in the first year of high school, showing a humble, fearful, scared, and pleading look in front of her and her followers.

Why would such a gloomy person, who smelled like fish from the vegetable market, look at her like that? Why wasn't he afraid of her?

But the one who was faster than her was Yu Zhi.

This person with compassionate eyes like a goddess deftly avoided the attack the moment she kicked out her right leg, and grabbed her arm behind her back and removed it neatly, and covered her mouth with the other hand to block her cry of pain.

In Parnaqui, she is the goddess who controls the storm and protects the people from natural disasters. She is also the goddess of disaster who brings disaster and destruction.

"Please don't come to me again, understand?" Yu Zhi's voice was gentle, but it made the girl feel unprecedented fear. She nodded vigorously, and with a "click", the dislocated arm was easily reset by Yu Zhi.

The pain and fear made her no longer have the energy to continue struggling, and she even lost the courage to speak. She staggered towards the teaching building.

Not until her back disappeared from sight did a smiling voice sound from above, neither hurried nor slow.

"Your Highness, the noble goddess, the first thing you do after returning to Earth is to punish the students who bullied you in the past? This is not something you should do."

Lin Yuan sat on the tree, and although his sight was high above, it did not give people a sense of oppression. He laughed happily, and his tone was full of teasing.

"This is Earth. I am no longer a goddess, and I don't need to restrain myself in the name of God." Yu Zhi raised her hand and waved to Lin Yuan: "Don't sit so high. There are surveillance cameras in the school. If you find out, you will have to write a self-criticism."

Lin Yuan: “…”

He glanced at Yu Zhi with resentment, a little unhappy: "I thought you were worried that I would fall if I sat too high."

"How could I not know your strength?" Yu Zhi curled her eyes, showing a rare relaxed expression. When Lin Yuan jumped down from the tree and walked in front of her, Yu Zhi patted Lin Yuan's head affectionately as she did in the past: "I taught you by hand."

"But I'm not a child anymore." Lin Yuan held Yu Zhi's hand and put it down: "Besides, aren't you unwilling to recognize our teacher-student relationship?"

"You and I are both students of Teacher Rui. If you call me teacher, wouldn't that mess up the generations?" Yu Zhi said, but she didn't pull her hand away. She allowed Lin Yuan to bend his upper body with a doting and tolerant look, and performed a standard hand-kissing ceremony: "Your words are the truth, my dear goddess."

“——What are you doing!?”

A broken roar interrupted the tacit understanding between the two. Yu Zhi and Lin Yuan turned their heads together and saw the dean walking towards them with a stern face. "You students, you don't know how to study hard, but you just know how to date behind the teacher's back! Which class are you from? Come with me to see your head teacher!"

The angry voice was mixed with a bit of uncontrollable pride, and it was obvious that he was going to make an example of them.

Yu Zhi: “…”

Lin Yuan: “…”

I still remember that Teacher Rui had just said that she didn't want to be called to the principal's office because of premature love issues.

As a Knight of the Temple of the Goddess of Disaster, Lin Yuan, who often dealt with believers, quickly recovered from the sudden panic. He did not let go of Yu Zhi's hand immediately, but looked directly at the Dean's scolding eyes and said frankly: "You misunderstood, we are just acting."

"Acting?" The Dean sneered, obviously not believing what they said. "You held hands with a girl in public and even kissed her back. You have the nerve to tell me you were acting? Do you think I'm easy to fool, or do you think you're smart?"

He crossed his arms across his chest, with an expression that said, "I'd like to see what else you guys have up your sleeve." "Then tell me, what's the show you're putting on?"

Lin Yuan: "Thunderstorm."

Yu Zhi: "...Western Fantasy Revised Edition."

Dean of Studies: “???”