I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 414 A Thousand Little-Known Facts About Teacher Zhao (13)

Interest-free loans were commonplace in Chen Yu's previous life, with student loans being the most common example.

In the past, as long as students had high enough grades, they didn't have to worry about money. Almost every university treated student loans as a policy indicator, allocating funds specifically to ensure that no student would have to drop out during their studies due to financial problems.

However, in this life, interest-free loans are something that has never happened before, and even Teacher Zhao is confused.

After thinking for a long time, Teacher Zhao could only say helplessly, "I roughly understand what it is, but whether it can be implemented depends on whether the relevant star deities allow it. Are there any previous examples?"

"Examples... there aren't any."

"Hmm... then we'll have to find someone to look into it. I'll go find the relevant teachers to study the regulations. You can go back to class now."

"Okay, Teacher Zhao."

Before they parted, Teacher Zhao suddenly called out to Chen Yu, then reached out and pinched the spot where Chen Yu's neck and shoulder met.

Feeling the feedback, Teacher Zhao smiled and said, "Good job, you've mastered the cicada molting technique well. Keep it up."

"You can tell just by touching it?"

"Yes, that's how martial arts are. What you cultivate will be reflected in various parts of your body. The more martial arts you practice, the more people can tell what type of martial arts someone is practicing just by looking at them. You should be able to feel that now, that is, after seeing someone, you can roughly tell whether you can beat them or not."

Recalling his previous experiences, Chen Yu nodded and said, "Indeed, many times you can clearly sense whether the other person is a dog on the side of the road, but sometimes you can't."

"That's normal. You won't feel fear from an evenly matched enemy. You only feel fear when the opponent is too strong. Besides, magic and supernatural powers also affect the outcome of a fight, so don't blindly trust your intuition. You have a high talent for fighting, probably on par with me back in my day. Fight more often when you have the chance."

"Teacher Zhao, aren't you overestimating me a bit? Am I on par with you back then? You were born with the ability to tear apart more than a dozen demonic cultivators with your bare hands."

Teacher Zhao's lips twitched slightly: "Where did such a bizarre rumor come from?"

"Everyone says so, and there's also 'A Thousand Secrets About Teacher Zhao' that I have to tell,' which contains many of your little stories. Like rumors such as 'Only Zhao Ziri can kill Zhao Ziri' and 'Zhao Ziri killed Huangquan Xingjun with one punch, and the current Huangquan Xingjun was created by Zhao Ziri.'"

"What are all these! Don't read those tabloid newspapers anymore, read some proper newspapers like Tianyuan Daily."

"But that's what it says in today's Tianyuan Daily."

"...You go to class first, I'll go find someone to settle accounts with."

Watching Teacher Zhao leave, Chen Yu wondered if he had said something wrong.

He shrugged, seeing that it was almost time for class, and headed to the classroom with the remaining school materials, ready to begin the lesson.

In the classroom, Bai Yanbing, the elderly man sitting behind the podium, smiled and nodded when he saw Chen Yu walk in.

To repay a debt of gratitude, this elderly gentleman from Wenchang City came here to continue teaching and nurturing students. He is now a Chinese language teacher for senior high school students.

As a veteran educator with over a century of experience, he possesses rich teaching expertise, writes excellent articles, and excels in explaining both Chinese language and history, earning him the deep respect and love of his students.

Besides Bai Yanbing, there is another teacher here, namely Zhuge Xingjun.

He is the incarnation of Wenchang Xingjun, dressed as a Confucian scholar, exuding a refined and scholarly air, and brimming with Taoist charm.

Upon seeing the other person, Chen Yu could feel a strong and powerful cultural aura emanating from them, making him realize that the other person truly deserved to be the incarnation of Wenchang Xingjun, as formidable in the realm of culture as Zhao Ziri in sports.

The other person truly deserves to be called a cultured person among cultured people; even the boogers in the corners of their eyes are more cultured than Ma Daqiang's.

Waving to the other party, Chen Yu asked, "Zhuge Xingjun, what brings you here?" "I knew you were taking the college entrance exam, so I came to lend you a hand. There aren't enough teachers at Tianyuan right now, and Bai Yanbing and I can take charge of the cultural subjects, which will make things easier for Teacher Zhao."

"Then thank you very much, Lord Zhuge."

With a smile and a nod, Zhuge Xingjun introduced himself and asked Bai Yanbing to go and rest before starting the class.

Sitting in the second-to-last row by the window, Chen Yu listened for a while, then nodded in admiration, marveling at how powerful the Star Lord's incarnation was, as the content of his lecture was so impressive!
Although it was a cultural class, Zhuge Xingjun's teaching content was easy and interesting, the pace of the class was clear, and his voice was full of logic and wisdom.

Moreover, because he was at the Foundation Establishment stage, the other party could also unleash Daoist energy during class, and the knowledge mixed with the Daoist energy came at him, overwhelming him with knowledge.

For some reason, even though the content was very exciting, he felt very sleepy.

The more he listened, the sleepier he became, and the lower his head drooped. Soon he stumbled and bumped into his desk, falling fast asleep.

"Godfather, why are you asleep?" Ma Daqiang, who was still wide awake, asked in confusion.

Liu Qing also started to sway, and then fell headfirst into the table, leaving a deep crater.

As the sounds of impact increased, almost all the students in Class 6 of Senior Three fell asleep, except for Ma Daqiang, who looked around in confusion.

"That's strange, everyone's asleep today? Does that mean I'm the only one who didn't sleep, and that's the best kid? Teacher Zhuge, can I get a little red flower?"

Zhuge Xingjun stopped, puzzled, and looked at Ma Daqiang, asking, "Why aren't you asleep?"

"Maybe it's because I've been sleeping a lot these past few days."

"It has nothing to do with that. Is your brain completely disconnected from knowledge?"

"Teacher Zhuge, could you please stop using such complicated vocabulary?"

"strangeness."

Puzzled, Zhuge Xingjun walked down and stared at Ma Daqiang for a while before suddenly striking him hard on the head.

With a muffled thud, Ma Daqiang collapsed onto the table and fell into a deep sleep.

Only then did he nod in satisfaction. Zhuge Xingjun yawned and returned to the podium to fall asleep.

Chen Yu, who was the first to enter the dream, woke up with a start and quickly realized that he was dreaming.

It was pitch black all around, but it soon became bright again. A large number of blocks floated in the air, and each block seemed to contain some shimmering green smoke.

Looking at these cubes, Chen Yu heard Zhuge Xingjun's voice in his ear: "This is the exclusive dream of Wenchang Xingjun. I borrowed it as a tool for you to improve your scores. Green cubes indicate that you have fully mastered the knowledge points, yellow cubes indicate that you understand some of them, and red cubes indicate that you do not understand them at all. You can improve yourselves in my classes or listen to my lectures."

After a pause, Zhuge Xingjun's voice rang out again, this time with some hesitation: "Ma Daqiang, wait a minute, what do you mean by those reds? Why can't I see yellow and green?"

"What do you mean by 'normal'?"

What's wrong with your brain?

　There's more to do back home than I expected. I just had a chance to go to an internet cafe to write, so I can only manage three updates today. I'll try to make up for the missed chapters as soon as possible. Sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)