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

Yueyang Academy is divided into two courses: civil and military.

Text, is to study text,

Wu means practicing Buddhism.

The old master spared no effort to teach and answer questions to the students himself. Of course, when he was busy, he would ask the high disciples from the college to come out to speak on his behalf.

Yueyang Academy is divided into three grades: junior high school and high school, each grade is divided into two classes. Each class looks about fifty or sixty people, and the total number of students in the whole grade is four or five hundred.

Newcomers like Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu are naturally divided into junior classes.

The two were assigned to junior class 1.

Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu held hands and walked on the road to school full of sunshine. After last night's affection, the relationship between the two has been brought closer invisibly, but in terms of performance, they are like a pair of students and a pair of siblings. No one knows that they have become husband and wife.

The two walked into the classroom of Class 1 in Junior High School.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect that he would walk into the classroom again. When he was on Earth, he stopped studying after graduating from junior high school, and he never thought about going to school again. Now he suddenly walked into the classroom again. Looking at the blackboard, desks, and students in the classroom, he suddenly felt like he was going back to his time, as if he was back in his student days.

Most of the first graders are freshmen, so everyone doesn’t know each other. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu come in, there are not many people watching. Wang Xiaoqiang found that there are more than 30 students in the classroom, with more men and few women, and their cultivation is not weak. The worst one is the sixth level of the Immortal Lord. Those with high cultivation have actually reached the level of the Immortal Saint’s First Soldier Realm.

It turns out that there is heaven beyond heaven and there are people beyond heaven.

This world is changing. People are changing. Perhaps today is a peaceful and prosperous era. Tomorrow will be a war of gunpowder and chaos in the world.

Perhaps there are not many people in the Immortal Saint realm today, but tomorrow there will be a large wave of people, springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Everything is full of unknown variables.

The first class was a literary class.

The old master did not come, and the one who came to substitute was an elderly girl, who was actually An Miaoyi. From this point of view, An Miaoyi's liberal arts should be good. Otherwise, she would not have become a substitute teacher.

An Miaoyi walked to the podium in a long dress. Her black hair was like a waterfall behind her. Crystal beads made of silver silk hung a bunch of purple hair on her ears. The classic white silk long skirt outlined the upper body in a delicate shape. Half of the white jade-like arms were exposed at the front of the sleeves, and a silver bracelet without any decoration was hung on her slender wrist. Her temperament was cold, like a snow lotus that was not stained with dust on the top of the snow mountain.

With a stunning face and deep background, he is the daughter of Prince An, and he is in a senior class. He is about to graduate from Yueyang Academy and will be awarded a literati degree. Those who award a literati degree have an additional identity since then, that is, Wen Xiu.

Such an identity undoubtedly made the students in the junior class admire him.

There is only one exception, and this person is Wang Xiaoqiang.

When Wang Xiaoqiang saw An Miaoyi walking to the podium as a substitute teacher, he stared at her, with an unconcealed playful look in his eyes.

"Attend class!"

An Miaoyi shouted in a straight and striking manner. Her voice was crisp and she had a bit of majesty on her face, and she really looked like a teacher.

All the students stood up, except Wang Xiaoqiang. Wang Xiaoqiang sat there motionless as if he was deliberately making trouble.

"Why didn't that student stand?" An Miaoyi pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang with pretentious attitude, raised her eyes and scolded her sternly.

Except for Dai Yu, all the students followed An Miaoyi's fingers and stared at Wang Xiaoqiang with a look of surprise.

Wang Xiaoqiang also pretended to behave, covering his legs and shouted, "Report to teacher, I, my legs hurt..."

An Miaoyi let go of her spiritual sense and swept Wang Xiaoqiang. She found that his legs were not in trouble. She smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't pretend, your legs are not in trouble. Since you have become a student, you must respect the teacher and stand up quickly, otherwise you will get out of the classroom..."

"My leg is injured. It hurts really. If you don't believe me, please touch it..." Wang Xiaoqiang grinned, pretending to be more like him. "How can a teacher not take care of his students?"

A student laughed softly.

An Miaoyi's face became gloomy, she glared at Wang Xiaoqiang, made a gesture to everyone, and signaled everyone to sit down. "Okay, let's sit down! A nest of rat bad soup..."

Wang Xiaoqiang stretched out his tongue and smiled happily.

"Okay, starting class, everyone is a freshman. Maybe not familiar with me, the substitute teacher. So, let me introduce myself first." An Miaoyi glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, raised her jade neck with a slight smugness, and said, "My name is An Miaoyi. My father is the elder of the three dynasties of the Empire. Let's call me Teacher An in the future..."

Listening to An Miaoyi's introduction, some classmates sighed secretly, Ah, it turns out that she is Prince An's daughter! No wonder she was born so noble. No wonder she has such a high talent!

Only Wang Xiaoqiang showed a contemptuous smile and muttered two words... "Accustomed."

After An Miaoyi introduced herself, she started the lecture, and her voice rang in the classroom... "In the first class, I want to talk about the literary class. Now I will talk about the importance of literary class. Everyone has been assessed, so we should also know that Yueyang Academy attaches importance to literary talent. Lao Fuzi's purpose and school management philosophy are to combine literature with cultivation, and to combine literature and power, so that those who master the power have literary talent, are called literary people, master powerful power, and create a powerful country of civilization... Well, after I talk about this, I believe everyone understands it. Now I will start to talk about the mystery of literature..."

Then, An Miaoyi began to talk about the mystery of literature.

How come literature has its own secrets?

Wang Xiaoqiang sneered in his heart, feeling that this theory was not good, so he was too lazy to listen to the lecture, so he crawled on the desk and fell asleep. He fought with Dai Yu for several rounds last night. At this time, he was really tired and snored in a short while.

An Miaoyi was a teacher and was very excited. When she talked endlessly about the mystery of literature, she wrote it on the blackboard while talking. After writing, she turned to face the students. When she turned around, the skin on the shoulders and neck of the long skirt was vaguely exposed with beautiful lines and clearly visible collarbones. The skirt was flowing like moonlight, and every frown and smile exuded a heart-pounding charm.

Most of the children in the junior class are around twenty years old. They are just about the age of love and their faces are still tender. They sit respectfully, looking at An Miaoyi, with a light of admiration and admiration in their eyes.

"Teacher An is so beautiful!" Someone exclaimed!

Hearing this admiration, An Miaoyi did not blame her, and she raised her jade neck slightly smugly. However, just when he was proud, he heard a very inappropriate voice, which was a loud snoring. (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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