Douluo: Reverse Dimension

Chapter 46
After dinner, Song Ke, led by Yan Li and his two, came to the sixth class of Junior Soul Master Academy.

There are still 10 minutes to start class, and the students have already started to enter the classroom one after another and take their seats.

It is said to be a classroom, but in fact it looks the same as a fighting spirit arena, except that this classroom is relatively small in size, with a platform with a radius of 20 meters in the middle, which should be the place where the teacher lectures and displays the martial spirit, and it is surrounded by four floors of stairs. The seat has no fixed position.

The entire classroom can accommodate [-] students to attend classes at the same time, and the space is relatively large. After all, performing martial arts requires a large venue.

Song Ke found a seat and sat down, looking around casually.

Yan Li and Ji Chen sat on the left and right sides of him respectively, taking the initiative to act as the commentator:
"Our teacher is called Mu Yan. He is a level 65 Soul Emperor. On the first day of school, he beat up a student in our class who talked back. I heard that he has a very weird temper."

It seems that this Junior Soul Master Academy has more than one teacher, Song Ke didn't care about Yan Li's evaluation of the new teacher, and nodded slightly.

These are not that important to me, after all, I am not a real novice.

While waiting for the teacher to start the class, many students came over to say hello to Song Ke, looking very enthusiastic.

For this kind of thing, Song Ke naturally dealt with it with a smile, and he politely refused all the requests for discussion, gift giving, and making friends.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and when everyone was seated, there was a sound of crisp footsteps in the corridor outside the classroom.

In the classroom, the noise instantly turned into silence.

The students were all shocked by the scene on the first day of school. That guy was beaten up by the teacher with Wuhun. For children who are only six or seven years old, it is simply a nightmare.

But fortunately, the teacher controlled his strength, but he suffered a little skin trauma.

Listening to the unhurried and very steady footsteps, it should be a female teacher. Song Ke turned his head slightly and listened carefully.

Sure enough, ten seconds after he finished guessing, a tall woman walked in.

She has good facial features, straight black hair draped over her shoulders, wearing a white top and black tight skirt, which perfectly outlines the curves of her figure, looking mature and charming. She is holding a black leather book in her hand.

Walking to the center of the podium, she casually glanced at the students in front of her, and said indifferently after a few seconds:

"Attend class."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Ke stood up from the stage almost instinctively, and subconsciously blurted out:
"Hi teacher~"

Just as he was about to put down the book in his hand, Mu Yan froze there, looking at the young man blankly.

Why?Didn't the world start a class to say hello to the process?Song Ke felt embarrassed, scratched his head, and sat down again.

As soon as he sat down, the dozens of students imitated his appearance and stood up from their seats, speaking to the preface at the same time:

"Hi teacher~"

What is this operation?Muyan opened his mouth slightly, and said in his heart: Are these brats scared by me yesterday?

After the salutation, the students sat down again, Muyan nodded slightly, placed the books in his hands on the table, turned around, smiled rarely and said:
"Very good. That classmate just now, what's your name?"

Yan Li and Ji Chen hugged Song Ke who was thinking about something, the latter raised his head and glanced left and right.

At this time, someone couldn't wait to speak for him and said:
"Teacher, his name is Tang Si. I heard that he is the Holy Son appointed by the Pope, the future Pope."

Son of the Pope?Muyan didn't care about gossip, but still showed some consternation.

But her thoughts changed sharply, and she thought that if it was really the Holy Son under the Pope's crown, then the place where he is at the moment is not here, but the Pope's Palace.

"You..." Mu Yan's mouth was half-opened, just as he was about to speak, Song Ke suddenly stood up from his seat, raised his hand and said:

"Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom."

"..." Mo Yan didn't know whether to refuse or agree to look at the young man. It's just class and you're going to the toilet?

If it wasn't for your good attitude just now, I would have put you in the same ward with the kid who talked back yesterday.

She tried her best to keep smiling, so that she didn't look affected by what just happened.

Song Ke saw that there was no answer to the curtain words, so he withdrew his right hand and sat down slowly.

He did this out of a whim, and the teachers and students were more or less distracted.

Seeing that the atmosphere was adjusted to "normal", Song Ke secretly laughed:
"However, I still want to go to the bathroom."

Makoto let out a sigh of relief, did not continue this topic, and started today's lesson.

According to Song Ke's observations, this speech lesson is a combination of theory and practice. The purpose is to let these newcomers who have not yet obtained the soul ring understand the fighting methods of the soul master in advance, and how to deal with soul rings. The correct response to the beast.

After about 10 minutes, the roll call began, and the teenagers who were called needed to go on stage to answer some theoretical knowledge, and to control the martial soul to complete the task set by the screenplay.

Soon, it was Song Ke's turn.

At this time, Mu Yan suddenly thought of a question. He hadn't asked what the boy's martial spirit was. After all, he wasn't there for the first introductory class.

"Tang Si, right? What's your martial spirit?" Mu Yan asked before calling the roll.

I just knew... Song Ke frowned slightly, he got up from his seat, and politely replied:

"Blue silver grass."

What?Blue Silver Grass?With such a long history, it was the first time that he felt that there was something wrong with his ears. No one could possess soul power for this kind of useless martial soul, and it was impossible to cultivate into a soul master.

Can this kind of guy also become a Holy Son?She subconsciously stared at the kid who spread the "rumor". The latter's heart moved, and he shrank his head subconsciously.

"Okay, Blue Silver Grass, then tell me, what are the main manifestations of the strength of the soul ring?" The preface asked a question, which was what she had just explained in class.

Song Ke pondered for a while, and said in the most popular tone:

"The longer the time, the stronger it will be..."

Hearing the pretext, he was obviously stunned for a moment.

What does it mean that the longer the time, the stronger it is?Did he pay attention to my lecture just now?
Her fiery temper began to be a little uncontrollable.

"It's the type of soul beast and the age of the soul ring!" Mu Yan roared angrily and amusingly, "The longer the time, the more powerful it is."

"That's what I mean, but I'm not good at expressing it." Song Ke nodded sincerely.

Muyan stood there silently, clenched his fists, looked at Song Ke, and didn't speak for a long time.

Everyone was made happy by this strange guy, and no one cared too much about his strength and identity. His nervousness had already surpassed this point and became synonymous with him for a short time.

One class lasted for an hour, and most of the time was spent on the interaction between Muyan and Song Ke, but the former was often led into the ditch by Song Ke, his thinking logic obviously couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other party, and he was often dizzy and blushing.

Soon, when it was time to end the get out of class, Muyan let out a long breath, picked up the books, and left the classroom without stopping.

(End of this chapter)