A familiar voice, the same name, the same face.
Isn't this my junior brother who always follows me around picking up trash?
A beggar completely transforms his high school senior class teacher?
Wen Li pointed at Chu Mingtai, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and managed to utter only a few "you"s in a long while.
Wen Li made such a loud noise that everyone instinctively looked at her.
Chu Mingtai asked, "Wen Li, are you too excited to see your teacher?"
What's so exciting about that!
Chu Mingtai laughed out loud and gave Wen Li a look before she reluctantly sat down.
The sudden change of homeroom teacher caught everyone off guard.
One of the slightly bolder boys in the class couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, where is our original homeroom teacher?"
Chu Mingtai said, "Teacher Ling has been expelled from the school, so I will be teaching you for the next year. Time is short, so let's open the books first..."
Before anyone could react, Chu Mingtai had already started lecturing on the textbook.
Wen Li didn't listen to the lecture during her first class; her mind was filled with how her junior brother, the little beggar, had secretly gotten a stable job without her knowledge.
So much so that as soon as get out of class ended, Wen Li followed Chu Mingtai away.
Chu Mingtai didn't even get back to his office before Wen Li dragged him to the school's rooftop.
"Senior sister." Chu Mingtai's tone was somewhat helpless, but if you listened carefully, you could also hear a hint of guilt.
Wen Li glared at her, her face full of displeasure: "Give me an explanation."
Wen Li is the sect leader, but she has an eldest senior brother above her and five junior brothers.
Chu Mingtai was the third child in his family. Since childhood, he was often harassed by ghosts and monsters because of his excessive yin energy. His parents knew his master and sent him to live with them.
Wen Li was young at the time, just a child. How could she not be surprised to have a junior brother?
The sect was used to being poor, and Wen Li didn't have much to give, but she would give most of the bottles she found to her junior brother. They got along like this for several years. Later, after Chu Mingtai was taken back by his parents, Wen Li saw him less often.
I thought all my fellow students were poor, but it turns out she's the only one who's poor.
"Senior sister, I never said I was poor." Chu Mingtai said with a helpless expression.
He was ten years older than Wen Li. He had a deep memory of when he became Wen Li's apprentice. Although he came from an ordinary family, his family was not poor and his clothes were normal.
I don't know why my senior sister thought the whole sect was broke.
It's clear that only Master and Wen Li are poor.
However, Wen Li became even angrier upon hearing this and punched Chu Mingtai in the arm.
Chu Mingtai gasped in pain.
Then came the little girl's angry voice: "If you become rich and powerful, don't forget us! Since you and your fellow disciples are not poor, why don't you give my master and me some money to spend? Do you know how we live?"
To make ends meet, she and her mentor were chased by city management officers every day, and they even had to collect empty bottles late at night.
When she was little, she saw that Chu Mingtai was thin and small, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, so she picked up her bottle and gave it to her junior brother.
Wen Li grew angrier the more she thought about it, tears welling up in her eyes. She shouted, "Give me back my bottle!"
Chu Mingtai: "..."
The young man sighed deeply, looking at Wen Li as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Wen Li glanced at her, her anger rising even more: "What did you mean by that look?"
Chu Mingtai: "Senior sister, you and Master are perfectly fine. When I first joined the sect, I took you out to eat, and I ended up having three months of bad luck."
Wen Li paused, her voice suddenly dropping two decibels: "I thought it was just your bad luck..."
In her memory, Chu Mingtai did have a period of bad luck, but she always thought it was just bad luck on his own.
Wen Li's anger vanished instantly, and she belatedly realized she was a little embarrassed.
She glanced furtively at her clothes, which she had crumpled herself up, and asked, "Then, why didn't you say so before?"
"I always thought you knew it yourself, Senior Sister." Chu Mingtai found it somewhat amusing.
"Then why did you suddenly become our class's homeroom teacher?"
“Three months ago, my master suddenly called me and said that my senior sister was about to go down the mountain to find her relatives. He asked my senior brothers and me to help take care of her. But we had a mission at the time and couldn’t go back in time. When we went back, my master had already passed away and you had already gone down the mountain.”
They were very worried at the time and quickly searched for news about Wen Li.
I later learned that my senior sister had already gone home.
Besides their own work, the other students had other tasks, so after several discussions, he finally submitted a report to come to the school to take care of Wen Li.
"Are the Wen family members good to you?" Chu Mingtai couldn't help but ask.
Wen Li was still lost in thought when she heard this, which interrupted her thoughts. She subconsciously nodded and said, "Okay, and I won't be so poor after I go home."
Chu Mingtai hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything. Instead, he let out a long sigh of relief: "We're relieved that you're good to us."
After the two had a proper conversation, Wen Li returned to the classroom to attend class.
Chu Mingtai often gave Wen Li extra tutoring. Although Wen Li couldn't keep up with the teaching pace, Chu Mingtai thought she was making rapid progress.
On Wednesday, Wen Sirou, who hadn't come to school for several days, finally showed up.
However, when she returned this time, she looked pale and exhausted.
Wen Sirou will be sent abroad next month, and she can forget about ever coming back.
To Wen Li's surprise, after only three days apart, Wen Sirou was filled with resentment. Black mist swirled around her body, making her appear much more gloomy.
He seems like a completely different person after just a few days apart.
Wen Sirou seemed to sense Wen Li's gaze, and a smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
Wen Li frowned and thought for a while, but Wen Sirou didn't make a move. Even though she could tell fortunes, she didn't know what Wen Sirou would do next.
School days go by quickly.
Wen Li studies from the moment she opens her eyes every day, and when she returns to her dormitory at night, she washes up for a while and then falls asleep as soon as she gets into bed.
Even so, Wen Li was still very satisfied.
The knowledge from the books gradually entered her brain; it was what she could grasp.
Wen Li was desperately trying to absorb what she had been missing for the past seventeen years at her fastest speed.
A week passed in the blink of an eye, and Wen Li returned to her dormitory to pack her change of clothes to take back with her.
In mid-September, the weather suddenly turned cold. Wen Li was squatting in front of her suitcase, thinking about which clothes she should take back with her.
She didn't need any arrangements in her life. Before she was seventeen, she wore a few changes of Taoist robes every day with her master. After she went down the mountain and endured two days of hardship, Huo Yinghuai took her to live at his house and sent her piles of clothes.
Wen Tingsong and Xu Yurong prepared all the clothes for the start of the school year.
She used to live a rough life, and now that she suddenly has so many clothes, she's having trouble deciding which ones to bring home.
Just then, a classmate suddenly stood at the dormitory door, panting as he leaned against the dark green wooden door: "Wen Li, there's an old lady downstairs who says she's looking for you."
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