the next day.
Class Ting.
The worst class in Tianfu Academy, the students in it came to Tianfu Academy listlessly every day. The moment they entered the entrance of the academy, they lowered their heads and did not look at the eyes of the people around them.
They were wearing long blue robes, which were custom-made by Tianfu Academy according to the four levels.
Blue represents the T-shaped class, and it also represents the worst clothes.
Some students around laughed when they saw them in blue clothes. After all, waste is not welcome anywhere.
Cultivation pays attention to talent. If talent is not good, if there is no great opportunity, it is absolutely impossible to achieve much. Therefore, bad talent is waste. This is the sentence they heard the most after they entered Tianfu Academy.
They received a notice last night that a new teacher was coming to guide them. For them, there was not much fluctuation, because they gave up on themselves, and only wanted to do some small things honestly after three years of graduation. Business, be an ordinary person.
The journey of cultivation is beyond the reach of those with poor talent.
As for the teacher or something, they didn't think much about it. Some of the companions around them were not even acquired, and the teacher looked down on them, so what else could they think about.
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Lin Fan got up early in the morning and took a good wash. Today is a big day. It's a good feeling that he can have the opportunity to be a high-end teacher.
Along the way, Lin Fan found out the location of Ting Zi's squad through inquiries.
When he came to the door of Class Ting Zi, Lin Fan stopped, took a breath, and then stepped in without hesitation.
The moment he stepped through the door, Lin Fan suddenly felt a strong sense of weakness rushing towards his nostrils, making people feel like they had lost hope in life.
"I'm your new teacher. My name is Lin Fan. Today is the first time I meet you. I hope you can respect me and don't make small moves." Lin Fan walked in and looked at what he was going to teach. The students lay listlessly over there one by one, and then put the things in their hands on the podium.
"Did you hear that?" At this moment, Lin Fan saw that the group of brats below were ignoring him, and immediately raised his voice several times.
The following students who had lost hope in their cultivation were also shuddered by Lin Fan's sound, and after a sigh of relief, they sat there listlessly again.
"Okay, let's take a roll call and get to know everyone." Lin Fan picked up the list in his hand, looked at the names on it, and frowned slightly.
Why do these fonts look a little complicated, like the traditional Chinese in my own world before, but they seem to be a little different.
However, Lin Fan knew that he was a teacher at the moment, so he couldn't lose face too much. Although these fonts were a bit difficult to recognize, they were familiar, and should not be much different from Chinese characters.
"Liu Shuishui." Lin Fan read the first name, but no one answered at the scene.
Lin Fan looked at these students, "Which one is Liu Shuishui?"
"Didn't come to class?"
The listless students looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing who the new teacher's name was.
At this time, the girl below who looked a little timid and inferior raised her hand.
"Teacher, my name is Liu Miaomiao."
Lin Fan took a cold breath and felt his face turn red, but then he suppressed his composure, thinking that he is a teacher now, so he couldn't afford to answer immediately.
"What, do you think I can't read? Today I'm going to call you Liu Shuishui, uh-huh, it's so disrespectful, next one." Lin Fan said with his arms shaking.
"Cao Tianjiao, which one is Cao Tianjiao?" Lin Fan looked at the list. After all, he still recognized the name, so there shouldn't be any mistakes.
The students below turned their heads and looked at each other again. They didn't know whose name the teacher called this time.
"Which one is Cao Tianjiao? Why didn't you speak? Didn't you come?"
"Sick, or something, if you don't come to class, how can you make progress in martial arts in the future." Lin Fan said.
At the moment, a thick-headed student sitting below looked around, and finally shook his head, thinking, this should be his name.
"Teacher, me."
Seeing that someone raised his hand, Lin Fan immediately stepped forward, "Call your name, why don't you speak, believe it or not, I will slap you to death."
For Lin Fan, to be a teacher, he had to show the prestige of a teacher, and he had to leave a serious and strict style in the hearts of these students, otherwise he would not be able to restrain them in the future.
These are also what Lin Fan experienced when he was in school.
"Teacher, my name is Cao Fushu..." Cao Fushu said timidly, feeling that something was wrong with this new teacher, how could he even get his name wrong.
At this moment, Lin Fan suddenly took a deep breath.
"I said that your name is Cao Tianjiao, that is Cao Tianjiao, did you hear clearly?" Lin Fan said forcefully.
"Caofu tree."
"Cao Tianjiao."
"Caofu tree."
"Cao Tianjiao."
Cao Fushu looked at the new teacher, a little helpless and a little sad, and could only nod helplessly in the end.
"Okay, it's me."
When Lin Fan heard it, he immediately laughed, "That's right, okay, next..."
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After the roll call was over, Lin Fan vowed that he would never roll the roll in the future. This time, the roll call was more tiring than fighting against a certain big boss.
Which Guisun created the font of Xuanhuangjie? If this uncle finds out, he will kill you.
Of the thirteen students, Lin Fan finally got one right, and the other twelve students changed their names under Lin Fan's coercion.
"Okay, today is the first day, I will give you a plan for the future courses."
"In the morning, morality class, in the afternoon, practical class, now the class starts, everyone stands up for me." Lin Fan said seriously.
But the thirteen students below are at a loss. What is this moral class? Now what are you going to do when you stand up.
"Say hello, teacher." Seeing the thirteen students standing there stupidly, not knowing what to do next, Lin Fan immediately felt that he had a heavy responsibility in the future.
"Hello, teacher." The thirteen students stared at Lin Fan dumbfounded, and in the end they were able to cooperate with the old man who seemed to them a lunatic.
At the same time, they also have the urge to cry. No matter how bad the T-shaped class is, no matter how useless it is, they can't leave us in the hands of a lunatic like this.
"Well, sit down and start class." Seeing that the group of students were very obedient, Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Although the talent is not very good, as long as he is obedient, he is a good student.
"Okay, the content of the first class today is the first section of "Fights Break Sphere", the fallen genius."
"Ding, congratulations on triggering the sub-profession: tutor."
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