kvmb Chapter 611 The Sword Saint's Class
Chapter 611 The Sword Saint's Class
Teaching building.
The morning sunlight slanted across one side of the teaching building.
Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye walked against the flow of people toward the classroom where the Great Xia Sword Saint's open class was being held.
The classroom was set up like a large conference room, with several people in front of the podium turning on their computers and projectors.
As for the people who come to audit the classes, it's practically like a marketplace.
Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye, who were good at timing, could only stand at the back, leaning against the wall.
Looking at the overcrowded classroom, Jiang Ye couldn't help but have doubts.
Will Zhou Ping, who has social anxiety, really come to teach?
"I hope the Sword Saint won't run away this time. I've recently hit a bottleneck in my swordsmanship, and I really want to have a chat with the Sword Saint."
"Hehe, I bet! Senior Sword Saint will only say a few words before he has to run out of the classroom."
"No way, there's only one class a month, and the child comes every month. Have pity on the child."
"..."
Listening to the students' discussion, Jiang Ye's eyes slowly narrowed.
He eavesdropped quietly for a moment, and a troubled look gradually appeared on his face.
According to these students, Zhou Ping usually only showed his face or said a few words during each of the Great Xia Sword Saint's public lectures, and then left without teaching anything.
This even led to some students gossiping behind their backs, as the Great Xia Sword Saint put on airs and refused to teach them swordsmanship.
Jiang Ye naturally knew the reason behind Zhou Ping's actions.
Zhou Ping, who gets nervous even when facing just a few people, is simply dreaming if he's asked to face a classroom overflowing with students.
But if Zhou Ping runs away again this time, how am I supposed to sign a contract with him?
The next public lecture by the person who represents the pinnacle of human achievement is still two weeks away.
He was going to Japan in five days.
As for trying to fool Principal Chen, he's incredibly shrewd; he spent half a day trying to persuade him in his office yesterday, but he remained unmoved.
Of the five greatest human beings, it seems that Zhou Ping is the only target he can attack.
Jiang Ye propped his chin up with the novel in his hand, quietly watching the classroom door, waiting for that figure to appear.
……
outside the classroom.
"Zhou Ping, you can't go to the open class this time. Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye, the two contestants who participated in the national exchange competition, are here. You should teach them well."
In the deserted corridor, Zuo Qing, draped in a dark red cloak, spoke slowly.
Beside him, Zhou Ping, dressed in a long black robe with his eyes lowered, fell silent.
After a long pause, he said with a troubled expression, "I... I don't know how to teach!"
Zuo Qing smiled and said, "Teach me the same way you trained. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
"Can……"
"This national exchange tournament in Japan is unusual. Since you will be their team leader, it would be good for you to familiarize yourself with it beforehand."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping was slightly taken aback, but finally nodded.
"Okay, go ahead."
Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment before finally stepping into the classroom.
But he still stopped at the classroom door, straightened his clothes, and spent a full three minutes mentally preparing himself.
Zhou Ping took a deep breath, relaxed his expression, and stepped into the classroom.
"Sword Saint, you've arrived."
"Quickly, quick, photographer, aim at Sword Saint!"
As soon as I entered the classroom, the student in charge of recording at the front greeted me and immediately got to work.
Two cameras were pointed at Zhou Ping.
The students in the classroom also showed excitement on their faces, but they all remained quiet and did not cheer.
These are all experiences summarized from several attempts.
As soon as there's a cheer, the Sword Saint will undoubtedly run away.
Zhou Ping avoided eye contact, not daring to look at the camera or the students, his toes digging into the soles of his shoes.
After standing still for a long time, he walked to the podium with a cold expression.
A minute passed, and the classroom was unusually quiet. Zhou Ping didn't speak, and neither did the students.
Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye felt like they were about to burst, but they weren't about to deliberately ruin the atmosphere.
After a while, Zhou Ping raised his head and quickly glanced at the students, his gaze lingering on Jiang Ye and Lin Qiye for a fraction of a second.
He composed himself and stammered, "You...have...textbooks?"
Upon hearing this, the students immediately raised their copies of "Basic Swordplay" and "Advanced Swordplay".
The student in charge of filming at the front of the class raised his hands and communicated with them verbally.
"Quick, open your textbook."
The classroom immediately erupted in a cacophony of pages turning.
Jiang Ye, standing behind, looked at the martial arts novel in his hand and fell into deep thought for a moment.
Finally, remembering Zhou Ping's forbidden ruins, I opened them anyway.
"Hey classmate, what are you doing?! You dare to read martial arts novels in the Sword Saint's class?"
On one side, a boy with heterochromia saw the novel in Jiang Ye's hand and whispered something.
Jiang Ye glanced at him sideways; the face seemed somewhat familiar.
"I forgot to bring it, can I use this instead? What's your name, classmate?"
"My name is Fang Mo, I'm a White Tiger agent, and I'm a junior in college," the boy replied.
Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow; no wonder it felt so familiar.
At the Martial Arts Academy, age does not represent seniority. Many people with innate awakenings of forbidden or divine realms are discovered at a very young age and enter the Martial Arts University to study.
"What about Li Zhenzhen?" Jiang Ye asked.
"How do you know my girlfriend's name is Li Zhenzhen? Do you know each other?" Fang Mo asked in surprise.
Good heavens! This plot is so messed up, they're even dating!
“It’s nothing, I’ve heard about it.” Jiang Ye said, his face twitching.
Fang Mo nodded and handed Jiang Ye a book titled "Basic Swordsmanship".
"The Sword Saint's class is such a rare opportunity, you should take it seriously, you're being far too perfunctory!"
Fang Mo said in an educational tone, "This is a loan..."
"This is not your textbook!"
Before Fang Mo could finish speaking, Zhou Ping on the podium spoke again.
His gaze swept over the book "The Moon and the Sword" in Jiang Ye's hand, and his eyes lit up slightly.
"Then... Jiang... could you lend me the novel you're holding?"
Ok?
As soon as he said this, all the students in the classroom followed Zhou Ping's gaze and looked at Jiang Ye standing behind him.
The latter was taken aback, glanced at the novel in his hand, and without much hesitation, threw it onto the podium.
After all, in the original work, he possessed the forbidden artifact "Glassy Heart of a Child," and his swordsmanship was something he learned by reading the novel.
"Um...thank you."
Zhou Ping smiled and thanked him, then said, "Your textbooks are wrong. Go buy a martial arts novel now, and then come back to class."
"As for the students who already exist, they can stay."
what?
The students were completely stunned and looked at Jiang Ye with some surprise for a while.
But most of them immediately set off, leaving the classroom to buy martial arts novels.
Standing next to Jiang Ye, Fang Mo blinked her heterochromatic eyes and looked at Jiang Ye incredulously.
"Classmate, did you already know about the Sword Saint...?"
"You don't know, do you? You don't even take the Sword Saint's class seriously. Sigh!" Jiang Ye said disappointedly in a lecturing tone.
After saying that, Jiang Ye winked at Lin Qiye on the other side.
The latter had no choice but to use magic to conjure up a copy of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer".
Jiang Ye handed the novel to Fang Mo, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly:
"Young man, you're obviously a fake fan of the Sword Saint. Here you go! Pay attention in class later."
Fang Mo: "..."