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

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

Wen, that is, Xiwen,

Martial arts is cultivation.

The old master spared no effort to personally teach the students and solve their doubts, of course, when he was busy, he would also let the senior disciples of the academy come out to teach on his behalf.

Yueyang Academy is divided into three grades, each grade is divided into two classes. There are about fifty or sixty students in each class, and there are four or five hundred students in the whole grade.

First-time students like Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu are naturally in the junior class.

The two were assigned to the first class of the elementary level.

Wang Xiaoqiang and Dai Yu held hands, walking on the sunny road to school, after last night's you and me, now the relationship between the two has invisibly narrowed a little, but in terms of performance, they are like a pair of students, and like a pair of brothers and sisters, no one knows that they have become husband and wife.

The two walked into the classroom of the first class of the elementary class.

Wang Xiaoqiang didn't expect that he would walk into the classroom again, when he was on earth, he didn't study again after graduating from junior high school, and he didn't think about going to school again in the future, and now he suddenly walked into the classroom again, looking at the blackboard, desks, and students in the classroom, and suddenly there was a feeling of going back in time, as if he was back in his student days.

Most of the first grade 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, more men and fewer women, and their cultivation is not weak, and the worst is also in the six doppelgangers of Xianzun. The cultivation is high, and it has actually reached the cultivation of the Immortal Saint One Soldier Realm,

Sure enough, there is a sky outside the sky. There are people outside of people.

The world is changing, people are also changing, maybe today is a peaceful and prosperous era, tomorrow will be a war of gunpowder, the world is in chaos,

Maybe there are not many people in the Immortal Saint Realm today, but there will be a large number of people tomorrow. Mushrooms have sprung up.

Everything is full of unknown variables.

The first class was a literature class.

The old master did not come. The substitute teacher is an elderly girl, and this girl is 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 skirt. The black lustrous hair is like a waterfall, the crystal beads made of silver threads hang a bundle of purple hair on the side of the ear, the classical white silk long skirt outlines the upper body exquisitely, the front end of the sleeves reveals half of the white jade-like arms, and the slender wrist hangs a silver bracelet without any decoration, and the temperament is cold, like a snow lotus on the top of a snow-capped mountain that is not stained with dust.

With a stunning face and a deep background, she is the daughter of Prince An. Moreover, he is already in the advanced class, and he is about to graduate from Yueyang Academy, and he will be awarded the degree of scribe. The person who confers the degree of scribe has an additional identity from now on, that is, Wenxiu.

Such an identity is undoubtedly admired by these students in the junior class.

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

When he saw An Miaoyi walking to the podium as a substitute teacher, Wang Xiaoqiang's eyes were on her. There was an undisguised playfulness in his eyes.

"Class!"

An Miaoyi shouted in a calm tone, her voice crisp. With a bit of majesty on his face, he really looks like a teacher.

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

"Why doesn't that student stand?" An Miaoyi pretended to point at Wang Xiaoqiang, raised her eyes, and scolded sharply.

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

Wang Xiaoqiang also pretended to be pretentious, covering his legs and shouting, "Report to the teacher, I, my leg hurts......"

An Miaoyi let go of her sense and swept Wang Xiaoqiang, and found that his legs were nothing at all, so she smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't pretend, your legs have nothing to do, 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 really hurts, I don't believe you come to touch it......" Wang Xiaoqiang grinned, pretending to be more like. "How can a teacher not love his students?"

One student chuckled quietly.

An Miaoyi's face became gloomy, she glared at Wang Xiaoqiang, made a gesture to everyone, and motioned for everyone to sit down. "Alright, sit down......!

Wang Xiaoqiang stuck out his tongue and smiled triumphantly.

"Okay, let's start the class, everyone is a freshman, and you may not be familiar with me as a substitute teacher, so let me introduce myself first. An Miaoyi glanced at Wang Xiaoqiang, raised her jade neck slightly proudly, and said, "My name is An Miaoyi, my father is the elder of the three dynasties of the empire, Lord An, everyone will call me Teacher An in the future......"

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

Only Wang Xiaoqiang showed a contemptuous smile. He muttered two words...... "Contrived." ”

An Miaoyi started the lecture after introducing herself, and her voice sounded in the classroom...... "The first class, I want to talk about the literature class, now I will talk about the importance of the literature class, everyone has come in through the assessment, so you should also know that Yueyang Academy attaches great importance to literature, and the purpose and philosophy of the old master is to combine literature with cultivation, and to combine literature and power, so that those who have the power can have literary talent, and those who are rich in literature can master the powerful power and create a powerful civilized state." …… Okay, now that I've come to this point, I think everyone understands it, and now I'm going to talk about the mystery of literature......"

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

Literature, how can there be a mystery?

Wang Xiaoqiang sneered in his heart, feeling that this theory didn't make sense, so he didn't bother to listen to the lecture, and directly climbed on the desk and fell asleep, he fought with Dai Yu for several rounds last night, and he was really tired at this time, and he snored after a while.

An Miao was a teacher at the beginning, and when she talked about the mystery of literature, she wrote it on the blackboard while talking, and turned to face the students after writing, and when she turned around, the skin on the shoulders and neck of the long skirt vaguely revealed the beautiful neck and clearly visible collarbones, and the skirt flowed and poured like moonlight, and a smile exuded a heart-pounding charm.

Most of the children in the primary class are about twenty years old, which is the age when love is beginning to bloom, and their faces are still immature, they sit respectfully one by one, looking at An Miaoyi, with admiration and admiration in their eyes.

"Teacher An is so beautiful!" someone exclaimed!

Hearing this exclamation, An Miaoyi didn't blame, and raised her jade neck slightly proudly, but just when he was proud, he heard a very inopportune voice sound, it was a loud snoring. (To be continued)