After breakfast, Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu went to class together.

Yueyang Academy offers courses in literature and martial arts.

Literature involves studying texts,

while martial arts pertain to cultivation.

Old Master is dedicated, personally teaching and clarifying for students, though when busy, he lets advanced students take over.

Yueyang Academy is divided into junior, intermediate, and advanced grades, with each grade having two classes. Each class has about fifty to sixty students, totaling about four to five hundred for the entire grade.

Newcomers like Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu are naturally placed in the Beginner Class.

The two were assigned to Beginner Class One.

Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu walked hand in hand on the sunlit path to school. After last night's affectionate exchange, their relationship deepened invisibly, though outwardly they appeared like a pair of students or siblings. No one knew they were already a married couple.

They entered the classroom for Beginner Class One.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect to be back in a classroom again. On Earth, after graduating middle school, he hadn't continued studying, nor had he planned to. Suddenly walking into the classroom, looking at the blackboard, desks, and students gave him a sense of time reversal, as if he had returned to his student days.

Most first-year students are new, so they don't know each other well. When Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu walked in, not many people paid attention. Wang Xiaoqiang noticed over thirty students, mostly male, with not weak cultivation bases. The weakest were at the Sixfold Body of the Immortal Venerable, while the strongest had reached the First Soldier Realm of the Immortal Sage.

Indeed, there are levels beyond levels, people beyond people.

This world is changing, and so are its people. Today might be an era of peace, but tomorrow could be war and chaos.

Perhaps today there aren't many at the Immortal Sage Stage, but tomorrow a wave of them might emerge like bamboo shoots after the rain.

Every situation is filled with unknown variables.

The first class is a literature class.

Old Master didn't come; a senior girl, surprisingly Ann Miaoyi, taught in his place. Clearly, Ann Miaoyi's literature skills must be good; otherwise, she wouldn't be a substitute teacher.

Ann Miaoyi walked to the podium wearing a long skirt. Her black glossy hair cascaded like a waterfall behind her, and silver-threaded crystal beads held a strand of purple hair by her ear. The classic white silk dress outlined her figure elegantly, with half of her jade-like forearms exposed at the sleeves' ends. A simple silver bracelet hung on her slender wrist, exuding a cold, clear aura like a Snow Lotus on a mountaintop, untouched by dust.

Her stunning beauty, profound background, being Prince Ann's daughter, and already in the advanced class, ready to graduate from Yueyang Academy, meant she would be awarded a literary scholar degree. Those awarded this degree gain an additional identity as Wen Xiu.

Such an identity undoubtedly makes the Beginner Class students admire her greatly.

One person, however, is an exception: Wang Xiaoqiang.

When Ann Miaoyi walked to the podium as a substitute teacher, Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze fixated on her, openly carrying a playful expression.

"Class begins!"

Ann Miaoyi shouted with poise, her voice crisp, with a slight solemnity on her face, genuinely having the demeanor of a teacher.

All students stood up, except Wang Xiaoqiang. Wang Xiaoqiang, deliberately causing trouble, sat there motionless.

"Why isn't that student standing up?" Ann Miaoyi asked with mock sternness, pointing at Wang Xiaoqiang, her eyes glared fiercely as she rebuked him.

Aside from Dai Yu, all students followed Ann Miaoyi's gesture, turning their surprised eyes to Wang Xiaoqiang.

Wang Xiaoqiang also feigned a dramatic tone, clutching his leg, and said, "Teacher, I… my leg hurts…"

Ann Miaoyi released her Divine Sense to scan Wang Xiaoqiang, discovering his legs were perfectly fine. She smirked scornfully, saying, "Stop pretending, your leg is fine. As students, you must respect your teachers. Stand up quickly or get out of the classroom…"

"My leg is injured, it really hurts. If you don't believe me, come and feel it…" Wang Xiaoqiang grimaced, acting more convincingly. "Isn't a teacher supposed to care for their students?"

Some students chuckled quietly.

Ann Miaoyi's expression darkened, she glared at Wang Xiaoqiang, gestured to everyone to sit down. "Alright, sit down! A nest of mice ruins the soup..."

Wang Xiaoqiang stuck out his tongue, smiling victoriously.

"Alright, let's begin the class. Everyone is newly arrived, unfamiliar with me as the substitute teacher, so I'll introduce myself first." Ann Miaoyi glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, slightly proudly raised her jade neck, and said, "I'm Ann Miaoyi, my father is Empire's three-dynasty veteran Prince Ann. From now on, call me Teacher Ann…"

Listening to Ann Miaoyi's introduction, some students secretly sighed, ah, so she is Prince Ann's daughter! No wonder she is so noble, so talented!

Only Wang Xiaoqiang showed a disdainful smile. He muttered two words under his breath… "Pretentious."

After introducing herself, Ann Miaoyi began teaching. Her voice rang out in the classroom… "In the first class, I will talk about literature. Now, I'll explain the importance of literature class. Everyone has passed an entrance exam, so you should know Yueyang Academy values literacy, and Old Master's philosophy and educational vision is to combine literature with cultivation, merge literature with strength, enabling those with power to possess literacy, and those with literacy to master mighty forces, creating a civilization of strength… Alright, I've said enough for you to understand, now I'll begin explaining the Mystic Essence of literature…"

Then, Ann Miaoyi started teaching the Mystic Essence of literature.

Literature has Mystic Essence?

Wang Xiaoqiang scoffed coldly inside, finding this theory nonsensical, so he couldn't be bothered to listen and lay down on the desk to sleep. After battling Dai Yu in several rounds last night, he was indeed fatigued, and soon started snoring.

Ann Miaoyi, new to teaching, was passionately explaining the Mystic Essence of literature, speaking ceaselessly while writing on the blackboard. Turning to face the students after writing, her long skirt's neckline subtly exposed the graceful lines of her neck and visibly clear clavicles, the skirt flowing like moonlight. Her every expression radiated an alluring charm that made hearts flutter.

The Beginner Class kids, mostly around twenty years old, in the bloom of youth with faces still carrying innocence, sat respectfully, gazing at Ann Miaoyi with eyes full of admiration and affection.

"Teacher Ann is really beautiful!" someone exclaimed!

Hearing this, Ann Miaoyi surprisingly didn't reprimand but slightly proudly raised her jade neck. While feeling proud, an inappropriate noise intruded, the loud sound of snoring. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)

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