Leng Mingyue had a headache with Shen Lichuan.

Even if this cultivation is unfathomable, the behavior is also very weird.

Last time Qingyun Street said goodbye, Shen Lichuan didn't look for her again, and she was relieved, thinking that she would not have any communication with Shen Lichuan, but it was only a few days before he appeared again.

And it's in a music class.

A Holy Son Hall came down to the academy of the third-class principality to enjoy the style?

How idle is he?

"Cold girl!" Dean Zhang hurriedly stopped Leng Mingyue, thinking that Leng Mingyue was nervous: "Don't be afraid, the Holy Son doesn't eat people!" ”

Leng Mingyue: "......"

This holy son, he really cannibalism.

He is the king of the ghost clan.

"Let me tell you, this is a good opportunity for the Grace Academy, once the news of the Holy Son's visit to the Grace Academy spreads, our Grace Academy will also accept more students and strive for more benefits, which is good for both students and teachers!"

Dean Zhang was reluctant to miss this opportunity.

Although the Grace Academy is a branch of the Imperial Academy, the treatment in all aspects is far inferior to that of the other six branches.

Leng Mingyue paused, turned around and walked back.

She didn't believe that Shen Lichuan could really eat her.

Isn't the goddess faceless?

"Come, take a deep breath, don't get excited, don't be nervous, don't faint."

Dean Zhang, who was at an old age, breathed heavily and wanted to demonstrate, but as soon as the words landed, his face flushed and fainted.

Out of breath, the elegant courtyard he manages has come to the Holy Son!

"Chief—"

The rest of the teachers hurriedly ran over and carried Dean Zhang, who was happy, away.

Leng Mingyue smiled, and pushed open the door of the music class.

The closed wind immediately stirred her like a waterfall and green silk, and her white dress fluttered like a butterfly among the flowers.

"Teacher Leng." The students saluted, wondering why Leng Mingyue opened and closed the door just now.

"Hello everyone." Leng Mingyue smiled faintly and sat down in the teacher's position.

She found that there were many more students in the music class, and the seat belonging to Lu Chengyu was empty, so he didn't come.

As for His Highness the Son, who is extremely bright...... She didn't even look at it.

The course is very simple, the main lecture is on the common internal laws of Gong Shang Jiao Zhengyu, she demonstrates it, and the students just play it.

After she finished playing, the student did play it again, and what she didn't expect was that His Highness the Holy Son also learned in a similar way.

The piano in front of him is black, and at first glance, it is a mortal guqin reserved by the Yayuan, and the sound quality effect is average.

But when he played, the sound of the piano was pleasant and smooth, and he was not a novice at all.

This sense of picture is no less than a wise man doing "one plus one equals many" in the children's pile.

"His Highness the Holy Son's hands are so beautiful!"

"Why doesn't the sound that pops up when I use the mortal guqin like this?"

"It turns out that His Highness also plays the piano well...... So what is he doing in the music class? ”

"Appreciate Teacher Leng's music, right?"

In amazement, a man raised his hand with a red face: "Leng, Leng, Mr. Leng, I just came to the music and rhythm class, and I don't know how to finger very well." ”

He is one of the new students who came to the Academy.

Leng Mingyue walked over and glanced at the student's fingering, which was indeed very awkward.

"Like this." Leng Mingyue bowed down, her fingertips beating the strings, and her tone was serious: "Will it be?" ”

"Yes, yes, thank you for correcting it."

The man's face turned even redder, he was so close to Teacher Leng......

The teacher has a good temper, is beautiful, and talented, and is not at all as arrogant and unreasonable as the rumors.

Speaking of which, he is still a few years older than Mr. Leng, and it is the age when he wants to talk about marriage.

Leng Mingyue frowned, always feeling that there was a cold gaze behind her.