She wants to buy beauty medicine, and you turn her into a succubus?

Chapter 418 Trouble
Teaching building, Grade 1, Class 8.

The appearance of the classroom does not look much different from other classes.

But when I looked inside the window, a strange atmosphere hit me.

The place on the wall that was originally used to display excellent homework and honorary certificates was now covered with crooked graffiti.

The desks are arranged in a mess, as if each desk and chair has its own ideas and occupies the space wantonly.

The students also looked unfocused.

Or he is sleeping soundly with drool hanging from the corners of his mouth.

They either play games with friends or sometimes they shout, "Grab the dragon!"

Several women were playing with their phones and looking in the mirror, wondering where to go to have fun tonight.

The Chinese studies teacher on the podium looked helplessly at the students below, with a hint of fatigue and disappointment in his eyes.

Although he raised his voice and tried in various ways to attract the students' attention, all he got was indifference.

Logically speaking, even the most insignificant smugglers in the most ordinary university would not have such a scene.

The teacher was giving a lecture at the top, but I didn't get any respect at all.

Just because the students in this class are special.

They all have good family backgrounds, in other words - they are small tycoons, second-generation rich.

These second-generation rich people are not only rich, but more importantly, they have excellent talent for cultivation.

They had very poor grades in high school, and could even be described as gangsters and little hooligans, absolute playboys.

But they are quite sensitive to mental power.

Ordinary universities, especially higher education institutions like Imperial Capital University of Foreign Languages, will not recruit them.

These people’s college entrance examination scores are not even a fraction of those from the Imperial Capital University of Foreign Languages.

The School of Defense accepted them.

It’s not because the School of Guardians cherishes talented cultivators, nor is it because the School of Guardians is tolerant enough.

Once the school leadership team held a meeting, many leaders were unwilling to accept these students. It was Li Tufang who overcame all objections and accepted these playboys.

Li Tufang once said:
“If we let these students go with the flow, in the context of the revival of spiritual energy, they are likely to be exploited by bad people, or become villains themselves.

A supernatural villain with a strong family background will definitely bring unimaginable troubles to social security.

With one more squad, Mangshan Special Prison can build fewer cells."

Thus, Class 8 was established.

Liu Lingwei looked at Li Yang embarrassedly:

"Mr. Li, this is Class 8.

If you don't like it, I'll tell the dean right away."

Liu Quan also looked at Li Yang teasingly at this time:

"The dean has very righteous ideas. It's hard to change his decisions."

He sneered in his heart: It's your bad luck to take over Class 8.

The students here cannot be beaten or scolded, they are spoiled by the families behind them.

If you make these students unhappy, you might be retaliated against.

Li Yang shook his head:

"No, it's fine."

He hadn't originally planned to stay here for long.

Li Yang agreed to take classes here only because he wanted to know what Li Tufang was up to.

'Ring, ring, ring. . . . . '

When the bell rang, the Chinese studies teacher left the classroom dejectedly, holding the textbook.

University courses usually have two large classes in the morning, with a twenty to thirty minute break after the first class.

Many students who don't eat breakfast will go to the restaurant at this time.

After the students walked out of the classroom, they saw Li Yang and his two companions.

A boy greeted Liu Quan with a playful smile:

"Hey, Brother Quan is going to give us a lesson today?"

Liu Quan felt very proud.

In Class 8, which is recognized as the most difficult to manage, some students took the initiative to greet him, which made him save face in front of the goddess Liu Lingwei.

Liu Quan said with a smile:

"No, this Mr. Li is your martial arts teacher."

Some students looked at Li Yang in surprise.

They just looked at me in surprise, without any respect, just like looking at animals in a zoo.

"Brother Quan, you are with Teacher Liu today? Are you two having something fishy going on?"

A student asked with a smirk.

Liu Quan has been pursuing Liu Lingwei for a long time.

The reason why these students give Liu Quan some respect is mainly because Liu Quan is good at bragging and using non-existent magical experiences to fool some students.

Coupled with Liu Quan's status as a candidate for the elder of the Fu Sect, these students felt that Liu Quan was quite powerful. Liu Lingwei frowned and glanced at Li Yang.

She has no interest in Liu Quan at all.

Liu Quan saw Liu Lingwei's expression and felt jealous. He thought quickly and said:

"Teacher Liu, Teacher Li, you have seen that these students are troublemakers.

How about I teach this class? If there are students who are disobedient, I can help you talk them out.”

Liu Lingwei thought for a moment:

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Liu."

In order to show his gentlemanly manners in front of Liu Lingwei, Liu Quan reached out his hand to Li Yang again:

"Don't worry, Mr. Li. I will help you teach them."

Unexpectedly, Li Yang ignored him at all, walked straight into the classroom and continued reading the school history.

Liu Quan was stunned for a moment, then helplessly spread his hands towards Liu Lingwei.

What I mean is, look at this kid, he has no manners at all.

Liu Lingwei pursed her lips and said:

"Teacher Liu, you must cooperate with him and never let Mr. Li suffer any injustice."

Liu Quan was confused.

In his opinion, Liu Lingwei's behavior was entirely out of an attempt to protect her lover.

Liu Quan's eyes gradually darkened:

"Don't worry, he won't be wronged."

He was very jealous and didn't know what Liu Lingwei liked about Li Yang.

Those who can become the martial arts teachers of Class Eight are either ordinary casual practitioners with no money or power, or those who have been framed by Dean Li.

Liu Lingwei nodded, turned and left, muttering:
"I really don't know what the dean is thinking."

Liu Quan's expression became increasingly ugly, and he whispered in a voice that no one else could hear:

"I will take good care of this kid."

. . . . . .

The class bell rang.

The students came back from outside and sat on their chairs, looking at Li Yang curiously for a while.

It's like watching monkeys in a zoo.

Li Yang also behaved differently from the other teachers.

The rest of the teachers either reprimanded them harshly and asked them to take out their books, or pretended to be kind and tried to make friends with them.

But Li Yang was simply reading a book on the desk, his eyes not paying any attention to the students.

Is this some new trick?
More than ten minutes passed and Li Yang still didn't say a word.

The students lost interest and started doing their own things under the podium.

Those who want to chat can chat, and those who want to play games can play games.

Liu Quan, who was listening, frowned.

It seems that Li Yang is determined to give up and has no intention of teaching these students at all.

To be honest, Li Yang's trick is really useful.

If he doesn't teach irresponsibly, he won't arouse hatred among students, and naturally he won't lose face or suffer injustice.

Liu Quan naturally couldn't let such a comfortable thing happen to Li Yang.

Liu Quan rolled his eyes and hooked his finger at the student next to him:
"Squad leader, come here."

The boy, whose dress and temperament were completely in line with those of a dandy boy, immediately came over, listened to Liu Quan's whisper, and nodded in a frivolous manner.

The monitor suddenly raised his hand:

"No way, teacher. The class has been going on for 20 minutes and you haven't said anything. I'm going to complain to the school counselor's office about you!"

Liu Quan said seriously:
"Teacher Li, you are here to attend class, not to slack off.

Since students all want you to say something, it is better to say something.

Even if you just started working and don’t know how to teach, you can talk about some unusual events you have experienced.”

Li Yang held the book and glanced at the audience expressionlessly:
"Shut up, be quiet."

The monitor was irritated by Li Yang's trash-looking look. He stood up and said angrily:

"Do you know who you are talking to! Do you know who my father is?"

Li Yang snapped his fingers.

The squad leader felt something grabbing his ankle.

He looked down, and instantly his spirits began to rush out, and he let out a scream like a woman:

"what!!!!!!"

A terrifying undead ghost with empty eyes was crawling out of the magic circle, grabbing the monitor's feet.

(End of this chapter)