Chapter 7 Have You Been Dumped

"What did you do?"

Seeing the other's furious expression, Zhang Xuan was speechless.

This misunderstanding seemed a bit too much!

However, anyone else would have thought the same—no guidance on cultivation, yet the young lady willingly accepted him, and blushed when speaking. More importantly, the recording crystal was crushed to pieces, clearly destroying evidence...

All signs pointed to something unusual.

In an instant, Zhang Xuan was labeled as a creepy uncle, a pervert, a shameless teacher, and the like.

"Uncle Yao, what are you thinking? If you keep this up, I'll never talk to you again!"

Seeing Yao Han's rage and hearing his words, Zhao Ya knew what was going on. Her pretty face turned ugly, and she nearly went crazy.

She was a young girl; such nonsense would ruin her reputation!

"Miss..."

Interrupted by Zhao Ya, Yao Han had to restrain his anger.

"Alright, come with me to get the bedding. Don't delay my class tomorrow!" Zhao Ya snorted and turned to leave the room.

She couldn't speak of her illness; once mentioned, she would be questioned. How could she explain in such a situation?

Thus, she could only say she willingly accepted Zhang Xuan as her teacher, with no other excuse.

"Hmph!"

Seeing the miss turn and leave the room, Yao Han coldly glanced at Zhang Xuan, his eyes flickering with unknown thoughts. He waved his hand and walked out.

At that moment, he wished he could kill the young man. If not for being in the academy and the miss's interference, he would have already acted.

"Who have I offended..."

Seeing the other's cold gaze, Zhang Xuan felt helpless.

It was just taking on a student; was it really that serious...

Making him out to be a villain, when he hadn't done anything!

"Forget it, there's still time today. Let's see if I can take on a few more students! The more students I take, the more resources I get!"

Teachers at Hongtian Academy were divided into many levels, assessed annually based on student performance. The more students taken, the greater their progress, and the better results in competitions—all were factors for teacher advancement.

Once a teacher's level increased, the resources for both teacher and students multiplied.

Truly a case of mutual progress between teacher and student.

Currently, he had only taken three students, barely enough to keep his teaching position. In terms of qualifications, he was still last in the entire academy!

To improve, he had to continue taking students.

...

"Zheng Yang, don't be disappointed! So what if Teacher Wang Chao didn't accept you? No need to be discouraged!"

On the academy path, two youths walked, one comforting the other behind.

"Mo Xiao, you were accepted, so it's easy for you to talk. Try being rejected!" Zheng Yang raised an eyebrow, seemingly unhappy with his friend's consolation.

"Ahem, don't say that. Actually, other teachers are fine too. You don't have to choose Teacher Wang Chao!"

The first youth, Mo Xiao, scratched his head awkwardly.

"Don't have to choose him? Easy for you to say. We've practiced spear techniques together since childhood; the spear has become part of us, inseparable. At Hongtian Academy, the best spear teacher is Wang Chao. You got in, I didn't. How can I not be disappointed?"

Zheng Yang said angrily.

"This..." Mo Xiao was at a loss for words.

At Hongtian Academy, different teachers specialized in different directions. Some excelled in fist techniques, some in broadswords... Teacher Wang Chao was famous for spear techniques, ranking among the academy's teachers.

Both took the assessment to enter his tutelage; one succeeded, one failed. No wonder the failure was upset.

"Hey, there's a classroom over there. Let's go in and take a look!"

Just as he was wondering how to ease the awkwardness, Mo Xiao spotted a classroom not far away and pointed ahead.

"I'm not going..." Zheng Yang shook his head.

"Come on, let's go in and see. Maybe this teacher also specializes in spear techniques?" Mo Xiao comforted. "Anyway, it won't hurt to look!"

"Alright!" Though reluctant, Zheng Yang followed Mo Xiao into the room.

Inside, Zhang Xuan was just wondering whether to go out and recruit when he saw two youths enter.

"Hello, teacher!" Mo Xiao bowed.

"Mm!" Zhang Xuan lifted his eyelids. "You want to become my disciples?"

"It's my friend here. He's very skilled, especially in spear techniques—few his age can match him. We hope you can guide him!" Mo Xiao hurriedly said.

"Mo Xiao..." Zheng Yang tugged at his friend's sleeve.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiao was puzzled.

"Look at the environment here..."

Zheng Yang frowned.

The classroom was very narrow, barely enough to hold a dozen people—clearly a small room.

Classroom size sometimes reflected a teacher's strength. The top-ranked teachers each had classrooms as large as plazas, accommodating hundreds of students for simultaneous training. This tiny room suggested the teacher's level was likely mediocre.

"It is a bit small..." Mo Xiao also noticed the room's size, his heart sinking.

He had wanted to help his friend relieve his boredom, but now they had come to such a small place. If the teacher's level was low, the boredom might not be relieved and could even worsen.

"Demonstrate your spear technique."

As if not noticing their whispers, Zhang Xuan said calmly.

"Since we're here, let's settle in. Having this teacher guide you won't hurt. If his level is low, we just won't become his disciple!" Mo Xiao said, seeing Zheng Yang still hesitant.

"Mm!" Zheng Yang nodded.

Except for the most popular teachers, whom many students flocked to, ordinary teachers choosing students also allowed students to evaluate them.

Having thought this through, Zheng Yang didn't hesitate much. He took the long spear from his back and screwed the sections together.

Hum!

With the spear in hand, Zheng Yang's demeanor instantly changed. He was like a drawn sword, exuding a sharp aura.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

The spear thrust out, the air exploding with sound. The whole room seemed torn apart, with fierce wind whistling around.

A master's skill is known as soon as he moves. This Zheng Yang, though not extremely powerful, was indeed skilled with the spear.

Whoosh!

The spear tip trembled and struck a nearby stone pillar. With a soft ring, a row of numbers appeared.

"110!"

Over a hundred kilograms!

In terms of lethality, even a peak Martial Artist First Layer Breath Gathering Realm expert might not withstand it!

"Please guide me, teacher!"

Withdrawing the spear, Zheng Yang stood without panting or racing heart, looking over calmly.

To be honest, seeing the size of this classroom, he didn't think highly of the teacher before him, assuming his level was average.

Sure enough, the teacher's eyes were half-closed, seemingly lost in thought. When asked, he opened his eyes, slowly looked over, and spoke with a faint smile.

"Have you been hurt in love? That is... have you been dumped?"