I got home later than expected today. By the time Jia Xitong flew back, it was already dark.
Niu Chuanchuan was sitting under the lamp, and there was a long cut on his arm.
What happened to your hand?
Jia Xitong stopped beside him and handed him a talisman.
"Thanks."
Niu Chuanchuan took the food, lit it on fire, and swallowed it in two or three bites. "On the way back, I was attacked and slashed by a psychopath who suddenly rushed out of the woods."
"Was he arrested?"
The honest and simple-minded Niu Chuanchuan said, "No, I broke the hand that the madman used to chop people."
Jia Xitong: ...
Why are you only getting back now?
Niu Chuanchuan asked in return.
"I also ran into bear traffickers today and beat them up."
Jia Xitong stretched out his fists and feet. "The academy seems to be in a bit of trouble lately. Since you usually go to and from school alone, remember to be careful."
"The same to you."
Niu Chuanchuan's keen sixth sense told him that things wouldn't be as simple as he imagined.
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"Teacher Yan, something has happened to your student."
On her way to school, a young man hurriedly caught up with her and immediately recognized Shang Yanting, who was holding a raccoon.
"What is it?"
Shang Yanting looked the man up and down, and vaguely remembered him.
Teacher of third grade.
He was the teacher in charge of all the academic affairs for the third grade. Shang Yanting had met him during the class handover.
"Your student has gotten into a conflict with students from Class A, and it's currently happening in your classroom."
The teacher led him to the classroom immediately.
"These good-for-nothing troublemakers are now daring to cause trouble for the students in Class A. Teacher Yan, when we get there, you must discipline them properly!"
Shang Yanting did not answer, but glanced at him expressionlessly.
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At this time, Class A
The tables and chairs were overturned and knocked over, and the people inside were divided into two groups. It was clear that they had already fought, and the situation was tense.
"How dare you!"
When the teacher arrived and saw the scene, he stepped into the classroom and slammed his pointer hard on the lectern.
"You three special classes have some nerve, causing trouble for the students in Class A."
You have the worst potential in the whole school, the worst work ethic in the whole school, and even the worst discipline in the whole school! Given your current state, you deserve not to graduate; you should be expelled from the school immediately.
The teacher came in and immediately launched into a tirade of abuse.
This caused the students in Class A to gradually change their expressions from anger and fear to arrogance and disdain. A bunch of good-for-nothings, how could they possibly defeat the chosen ones?
The "Special Class Three" is the class that the third-year students look down on the most.
"Teacher Yan, aren't you going to discipline them properly!"
The instructor cracked his whip, while the students of Class 3 turned pale and clenched their fists tightly.
Whoever is more outstanding benefits.
Favoring the one who is more powerful
Teachers are always like this, they never distinguish right from wrong!
Shang Yanting looked at the two camps, both of whom had bruises on their faces.
Instead of the blame and punishment the Special Class Three had imagined, they heard a question: "Did you win?"
What?
Everyone in the classroom was stunned.
"Teacher Yan!"
The teacher raised his voice, reminding him to be mindful of his position, "What nonsense are you spouting? Don't you think your class is embarrassing enough already?"
Shang Yanting ignored his words and instead looked at the students in the Special Class 3.
"Did you win?"
"It ended in a draw."
"You guys can't even win on your own home turf? Are you all trash?"
The members of the Third Special Class looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.
This sounds like an insult, but it's not quite the same kind of insult.
"Teacher Yan, mind your place!"
The instructor reminded them again.
A mere young teacher, parachuted into the worst class, dared to deliberately ignore his words, saying, "Is this how you teach students? Believe me, I'll revoke your teaching qualification right now!"
"Can you cancel? If you say another word, I'll kick you out."
Shang Yanting glanced at him, his expression calm and indifferent.
That kind of condescending gaze from someone in a superior position made it impossible to figure out his true nature, and the teacher was stunned by that look.
Shang Yanting's gaze swept over the arrogant and disdainful faces of the students from Class A opposite him, and then he pointed to a student from Class 3 Special, "Tell me, why do you want to fight them?"
"Teacher, it was the students from Class A who provoked us first!"
Early in the morning, they were diligently cultivating in the classroom when a group of Class A disciples suddenly broke down the wooden door and barged in.
As soon as the group entered the classroom, they started pointing and whispering.
They not only mocked them, but also ridiculed Yan Qing.
They were nothing but discarded useless people, and their teachers were teachers whom the top class didn't want to give them.
The initial verbal friction escalated into physical conflict, leading to the current situation.
"is that so?"
Shang Yanting looked at the other students.
The three special classes all nodded in agreement, while the Class A disciples had an attitude of "that's how it is, what can you do about it?"
"Isn't it true? I heard that the teacher used connections to get into our Class A, and after we found out, we strongly protested and he was transferred."
One of the younger disciples stepped forward and said, "Do you dare say that what happened back then didn't happen?"
"Exactly! If someone hadn't told us, we would all still be in the dark."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
The members of the Third Special Squad clenched their fists, their faces flushed.
In the past, hearing that their teacher was rejected by the top-performing class would have been incredibly humiliating. But now, don't they know whether their teachers are good or not?
The students in Class A are blind; they mistook a pearl for a fish eye and are even insulting the teacher!
"What are you doing? Want to fight again?"
"Fight if you want, are you afraid of us?"
The two groups started pushing and shoving each other, and a violent brawl seemed imminent.
"How dare you!"
Outside the classroom, a clear, melodious female voice rang out, "Class A disciples, instead of cultivating, what are you doing here fighting with a bunch of trash?"
Pu Yun came in from outside the door.
Her beautiful eyes were furrowed as she walked past Shang Yanting with haughty arrogance.
"Your goal should be to become even more outstanding geniuses, not to wallow in self-pity and compete with these people who will never even graduate."
"Teacher Pu is right!"
At this moment, the teacher jumped out and began to criticize Shang Yanting, saying, "As a teacher, you have no rules or discipline and allow students to fight. You are a disgrace to all teachers."
Shang Yanting pinched the teacher's fingers and then applied a little force.
The instructor yelled like a clown, threatening to revoke Shang Yanting's teaching certificate. That is, until Shang Yanting produced a token and threw it into his arms.
The faculty immediately fell silent.
His fingers trembled slightly as he picked up the token.
He looked at Pu Yun beside him with a questioning gaze, "This...this is a correspondence course certificate?"
Having a correspondence course certificate, according to the century-old school rules, is equivalent to being a professor within the school.
Teacher and professor—a difference of only one word, yet worlds apart.
Those powerful figures who monopolize the mountain have a unique title. Moreover, in recent years, only one powerful figure who received the Dragon Clan's inheritance was granted a correspondence course just a few months ago!
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