"I was delayed for too long by Yuan Wendong and the others. Classes are about to start this afternoon, so I have to go back to my class." There were only a few people left in the cafeteria at this time. Chu Huanzhao casually wiped his mouth and stood up.
"What class are you in?" Zu An asked curiously.
"I..." Chu Huanzhao suddenly felt a little guilty, and his voice involuntarily weakened, "I am from the Xuan class."
"Laugh if you want. My sister is the top student in the class, the number one student in terms of strength. I, as her younger sister, am inferior to her in every way. I have been ridiculed a lot over the years, so one more won't make a difference."
To everyone's surprise, Zu An patted her shoulder and said, "You must have had a lot of hard times these past few years, right? Don't worry, I'll be there to support you from now on. I'm still in the yellow class."
When he first came into this world, it seemed that everyone harbored great malice towards him. Only this girl stood up for him when everyone in the ancestral hall wanted to punish him. Seeing her so downcast now, he couldn't bear to kick her while she was down.
Chu Huanzhao was taken aback, and gave him a deep look: "Thank you."
Zuan continued to comfort him, "Everyone has their own unique strengths. Maybe you're just not good at cultivation."
Chu Huanzhao's eyes were slightly moist as she looked at him with deep emotion: "Then what do you think my strengths are?"
Zuan looked annoyed. You actually took those words of comfort seriously. But seeing the expectant look in his eyes, it wouldn't be right to say you don't have any strengths, would it?
But they hadn't had much contact, and he couldn't think of any other strengths she might have. After a long while, he finally managed to come up with an answer: "Legs... are particularly long?"
That was his honest opinion. He still remembered that night when the girl sat on the table, her slender and shapely legs swaying back and forth, as if they could touch the heart of any man.
No wonder people say that women with flat chests often have long legs.
Chu Huanzhao hadn't expected him to come up with such an answer after all that time: "Pah, pervert." He cursed and ran away with a red face.
Zuan was frustrated. What's the use of just cursing? Where's the anger point? I haven't received a single bit! Is there no justice in this world?!
Not far away, Wei Suo walked over with a fawning expression; "Boss, I admire you more and more. You're probably the only one in the whole school who can make a tomboy like Miss Chu blush like that."
"That's right, don't you know who I am?" Zu'an said smugly. "By the way, what classes do you have this afternoon?"
He had originally planned to escape after lunch, but he had just received an unprecedented surge of anger, which made him realize that staying at the school wasn't so unacceptable after all.
“It seems to be a lesson on etiquette and music,” Vesso replied.
"Music and etiquette?" Zu An's eyes lit up. In his previous life, from elementary school to university, the music teachers were all the most beautiful teachers. Not only were they all elegant, but they were also all good at singing and dancing, and had great figures and temperaments. In this world full of spiritual energy, the music teachers must be even more beautiful, right?
Zuan had never looked forward to class so much. He rushed back to the classroom. The fat guy Man Yu was talking loudly with his friends, but when he came in, they all fell silent.
He couldn't help but back down. He couldn't win a fight, and as for connections, his connections weren't as strong as the other guy's. — Uh, speaking of which, Ye Chenliang seems to still be squatting on the playground getting beaten up by Lu De.
That bald guy is a pervert; he grabs anyone he can and rips them off.
Zuan naturally didn't care about the mentality of these defeated opponents. At this moment, he looked at the classroom door with anticipation, waiting for the beautiful teacher to arrive.
But when a frail old man walked in, he was completely dumbfounded. What happened to the singing and dancing talent? What happened to the elegant demeanor? If all else failed, a woman would have been fine too. Why was it an old man?
"Ahem, open your textbooks. Today we're going to have a new lesson—'The Book of Rites'."
"Moral principles and righteousness cannot be established without propriety; teachings and correcting customs cannot be complete without propriety. Disputes and lawsuits cannot be resolved without propriety. Rulers and subjects, fathers and sons, brothers cannot be established without propriety. Officials, scholars, and teachers cannot be close without propriety. Courtrooms, military administration, and the enforcement of laws cannot be conducted with dignity without propriety. Prayers, sacrifices, and offerings to spirits cannot be sincere or solemn without propriety. Therefore, the superior man is respectful, frugal, and yielding in order to understand propriety. Parrots can speak, but they are not separate from birds; orangutans can speak, but they are not separate from beasts. If people today lack propriety, even if they can speak, are they not like beasts? It is precisely because beasts lack propriety that fathers and sons gather like mummies. Therefore, the sages created propriety to teach people, so that people would know how to distinguish themselves from beasts through propriety..."
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Help!
Zuan was completely stunned. Not only was there no beautiful teacher as he had expected, but he was also listening to gibberish just like he had in the morning. It was even more unbearable than being in prison.
He glanced at the classroom door, wondering if he could teleport out using his "Great Wind" ability. However, he remembered what Weisuo had mentioned before: the school's teachers were all experts, so it would be difficult to hide from them. The fierce-looking "Bright Peak" Rude was still on the playground; if he ran out, wouldn't he just fall into his hands?
Moreover, it's simply not worth revealing your hand in front of everyone.
Zuan had no choice but to give up the idea, but it was impossible for him to listen attentively. He didn't know what he was going to do with it, and even if he listened carefully, he wouldn't understand it.
He had no choice but to daydream in class, just like in his previous life. He quietly summoned the keyboard and gave Vesso a rather wary look: "What do you see now?"
Weisso looked bewildered and subconsciously replied, "I saw the boss's serene and handsome demeanor."
"It's handsome, not gloomy." Zuan was speechless. This guy had buck teeth and a lisp, but he was relieved to find that no one else could see his keyboard.
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