Yang Fan stood in front of the statue for a long time.
Then he looked away and headed towards the teaching building.
In the classroom.
Yang Fan’s former class teacher, Zhang Dongliang, was giving a lecture there.
Suddenly, he saw the figure in the corridor outside the window. His voice stopped abruptly, and even the blackboard eraser in his hand fell to the ground.
The students in the classroom were puzzled when they saw their teacher suddenly become as if he had been cast into a state of paralysis.
Their eyes couldn't help but look out the window.
"Hey! Who is this boy?"
"Why do I feel familiar? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before?"
"Ah! I remember now!"
"Remember what?"
"Yes...it's the senior in the statue at the school gate!"
"I'm Kang Kang!"
"Wow! Is it really... is it really Senior Yang Fan?"
At first, the younger students in the classroom looked confused and surprised.
A moment later, when someone recognized Yang Fan, there was a burst of exclamations.
Everyone was very excited.
"Xiao...Xiao Fan..."
The old class teacher Zhang Dongliang started to speak, his voice trembling slightly and stuck in his throat.
"Teacher, I'm here."
Yang Fan walked in from outside with a faint smile on his face.
Just a simple sentence "I'm here", but it made Zhang Dongliang's eyes red instantly.
"Look, the teacher is crying."
"Where, where?"
"Can a man as brave as an eagle like Laoban cry?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down. After Senior Yang Fan leaves, he'll beat you up!"
"That's right! The old class teacher is narrow-minded and holds grudges."
A group of people saw Zhang Dongliang's eyes turn red and started whispering to each other.
Yang Fan's gaze fell on the faces of his younger classmates.
Their faces are filled with innocence, sunshine, and vitality...
Suddenly, he felt a little envious.
Once upon a time, he was also a member of this classroom.
He sat in the second row, at the table on the left near the window.
now.
Before he knew it, a year had passed and he was no longer the boy he once was.
"Senior, can you tell us about your experience in cultivation?"
Suddenly, a schoolgirl looked at Yang Fan with big watery eyes and expectation.
As the schoolgirl finished speaking, almost everyone in the classroom looked at him with longing.
Yang Fan was also infected by the youthful atmosphere in the classroom.
He smiled and said, "Okay, let me tell you about my understanding of the path of cultivation."
"Yeah! That's great."
"Senior is not only handsome, but also kind-hearted."
"Senior is so handsome, even I... have to stay away from him for a while."
"Tsk! Narcissism!"
When the younger students saw that Yang Fan agreed, they cheered even more excitedly.
Yang Fan smiled.
On the side, the old teacher Zhang Dongliang hurriedly gave the podium to Yang Fan and found an empty seat to sit down.
Then he looked at his most outstanding and proudest student sitting on the podium.
As he watched, his eyes turned red.
This child, compared to the last time I came.
A lot has changed!
This change is not a change in appearance, but a change in temperament.
Although she is not even 20 years old, she gives people a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if she has seen all the joys and sorrows of life.
Thinking of the various things and disasters that had happened in China during the past period of time, he felt inexplicably upset.
At this time.
Students and teachers from other classes also noticed that Yang Fanqi had arrived.
When they saw Yang Fan giving a lecture in Class 3 (7), they all ran over with their stools to listen to the lecture.
At first, it was just the class next door.
Then, even the classes downstairs came running over. Since there was no room in the classroom, they lay down by the windows in the corridor.
Yang Fan looked at the increasing number of students arriving and felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
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