What could be more despairing than offending a powerful Martial King?
The teacher's smile was more like a grimace, and he looked tremblingly at Shang Yanting, "You...you're that person..."
“Teacher Yan, how can a teacher use their background to intimidate others?”
Pu Yun interrupted the teacher, "We're all teachers, so why don't we have a competition? The loser has to apologize in front of the whole school."
Will Shang Yanting compete?
He would just think it's pointless.
"What, are you scared?"
Pu Yun suddenly took out a token, "Yan Qing, I declare war on you with the Teacher's Token. The Teacher-Teacher Competition will be held in three days."
When she took out the token, the expressions of the people around her changed.
Teachers' Competition
It is a competition of teaching abilities among teachers.
Normally, peaceful teacher competitions are agreed-upon exchanges. A competition requiring the use of a teacher's warrant, however, is a mandatory challenge from one side. The other side, regardless of their own will, must participate.
Not only that
Those who lose will face consequences ranging from a three-year suspension of their eligibility to teach students to outright dismissal.
Is it really that exaggerated?!
Everyone's expression changed; no one expected Pu Yun to go to such lengths.
"Teacher Yan, you'll be at the Intermediate People's Court in three days. Get ready to face the challenge."
After saying that, she left with a group of disciples, slamming the door behind her, leaving the remaining disciples of the Third Special Class looking worried.
"It's over."
"I'm doomed this time."
"What should we do? We've put Teacher Yan in this mess!"
The teachers' competition, though primarily featuring two teachers, focuses on the students. Their abilities will directly determine the teachers' fate, and the opposing team consists of the best third-year students, while the other students are just coasting through their third-year studies.
What should Yan Qing do if they lose this time?
"I'm sorry, Teacher Yan!"
The disciples of the Third Special Class felt extremely guilty at this moment.
"Instead of kneeling, why don't you send someone to explain what the Teachers' Competition is all about?"
Shang Yanting casually picked up a stool and sat down. Looking at his disciple who was crying bitterly in front of him, he shifted his gaze to the other side with a hint of disdain.
"The Teachers' Competition is a contest of teachers' teaching abilities. It is a traditional competition that has been passed down among the teachers of Dingtian Academy for thousands of years. It mainly compares the teachers' theoretical knowledge, the quality of their students, and the teachers' own strength."
Teacher Pu Yun is a genius among geniuses. At only twenty-three years old, she became a teacher at the academy with full marks in all theoretical exams. She herself is ranked 11th on the school's combat power list.
Her teaching theories and personal abilities are undeniably strong, and as for the quality of her students…
She taught Class A, while Yan Qing taught Class B.
The students in the Special Class 3 felt their future was bleak, believing they had ruined such a good teacher.
Everyone was howling, but Shang Yanting was the only one who remained clear-headed; Pu Yun was after him.
This person grew up surrounded by praise and is very talented and self-important.
At the same time, she developed a conceited and arrogant personality, feeling that the whole world should revolve around her.
But what if we don't share it?
That means the other party has a problem.
Arrogant and narrow-minded.
Because of a small matter, she magnified all the problems in her mind without limit. Pu Yun's hatred for him had been brewing since the time she was admitted to the university.
However, he was not afraid even if the other party caused trouble.
"Instead of wasting time howling, you should cultivate yourselves properly."
Looking at the mess around them, Shang Yanting recalled their words and said, "Were you joking about this fight? At least on our own turf, I don't want to hear the words 'lost' or 'draw'."
He's so wild.
It's rare to see Shang Yanting act like such a domineering CEO.
Jia Xitong couldn't help but nod.
They should uphold the fine tradition of treating others with kindness and building good relationships. But if someone comes to bully them, they have to beat them to a pulp!
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Only three days until the Teachers' Competition
As the saying goes, even last-minute sharpening of a spear can be effective, though not necessarily quick.
For the past three days, the disciples of the Third Special Class have devoted all their time to cultivation, except for eating and sleeping.
The day of the teachers' competition has finally arrived.
Intermediate Court
It is four hours away from the school.
Although everyone has magical artifacts or beasts for transportation, their speeds vary and they are quite inconvenient.
Since Jia Xitong took over the logistics department, she invited Uncle Karl to join her team.
We had been in contact late the night before, so the time saved on the road was perfect for resting. There were about twenty people, and it was a little crowded on Dokar's back, but it still fit.
"Teacher Tong, you've got some serious connections! You even managed to get the academy's weirdos here."
An eccentric from the academy.
This is Uncle Carl's nickname.
Because of his strange routes and his strange temper towards outsiders, and because he started doing business pulling carts with multi-legged beasts, which made him even stranger, he got this nickname.
Most importantly, he usually ignores everyone and is so aloof that he is almost mistaken for a mute.
"The name 'Academy Eccentric' is so awful. His real name is Uncle Karl."
Jia Xitong corrected his way of addressing Uncle Karl.
“Uncle Carl is a good friend of mine. I asked him to take us to the Intermediate Court. You should treat him with the same respect you would show me.”
The raccoon scolded her in a serious manner, which made Uncle Carl, who was at the front, turn around and glance at her.
"Oh, right, I also brought some soup that Niu Niu carefully prepared. Let's have a hot drink before we set off again."
As she spoke, she brought out the ginseng, deer antler, and saffron soup that Niu Chuanchuan had cooked overnight.
You can tell what's cooked in it just by the name.
Everyone was given a large bowl of food, not only Shang Yanting, the Third Special Class, and Uncle Karl, but even Dokar, who was carrying people, received a bowl.
"Thanks for your hard work."
After Jia Xitong finished feeding Dokar, she watched with satisfaction as everyone buried their heads in their soup.
After swallowing a mouthful of the nourishing soup, the first reaction of the students in the Special Class 3 was how rich and spiritual energy it contained.
This contains a large bowl of spiritual essence, so the spiritual energy is incredibly concentrated.
The spiritual energy quickly spread from the stomach to the limbs, instantly eliminating the fatigue and exhaustion from three days of excessive training. Those who had initially found the soup's color and taste strange began to gulp it down after tasting it.
Someone licked the bottom of their bowl clean and asked, "Teacher Tong, is there any more?"
"There's still a little bit left."
As soon as Jia Xitong finished speaking, everyone started scrambling around the jar.
What was originally just a little bit near the bottom of the pot was quickly snatched up, leaving not even the dregs of the medicinal herbs used to make the soup.
After finishing the soup, everyone was in high spirits and started playing the multi-legged beasts.
As they faced the rising sun in the east, a gentle morning breeze brushed their faces. On their way to the Central Courtyard, they suddenly felt a tickle in their noses.
Not only is itchy, but I'm also getting nosebleeds.
—After drinking a bowl or even more of ginseng, deer antler, and saffron soup, how could one not get a nosebleed from being so nourished?
The students in the Special Class 3 were so deeply loved by Teacher Tong that they had nosebleeds all the way.
at this time
In the family stable
Teacher Tong, who treats everyone equally, could not possibly forget the magical beasts he raised; they too suffered the fate of being fed until their noses bled.
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