Tribute to the Demon King

...Good, so strong.

Wu Tiao Wu Hui, who was observing secretly, couldn't help but be speechless.

It's just...it doesn't match the benevolent but stern image Zhou Yi left in her mind.

Wu Tiao Wuhui's first impression of Zhou Yi was that of a stern elder.The first time they met, she was given a harsh meal... This experience is something she will never forget for a long time.

She originally thought that Zhou Yi would dismiss such a person who voluntarily gave up his life, and even criticized it.Unexpectedly, he was unexpectedly kind.She can also patiently teach and advise such girls who are still delusional and hypocritical.

If he hadn't become a magician... maybe he would have been a good teacher?

So what did he teach himself?

"Even if you endure such pain, you still have to believe in the beauty of this world..."

Wu Tiao Wu Hui murmured and repeated.

What Zhou Yi said to Gong Yue just now resonated unexpectedly with Wu Tiao Wuhui.

"—Don't think too much, just understand it literally. If you drink too much chicken soup, you will be poisoned."

The next moment, she felt a familiar hand pressing on her hair, rubbing it vigorously, and messing up her smooth long hair.

Zhou Yi held the teacher's briefcase with teaching materials in one hand, and pressed the other hand on Wu Tiao's head, grinning and showing: "I will save her simply because it is not difficult. It's easy to do a little bit, and you can do a good deed every day. Live your life well before taking care of other people... Do you understand, my good girl?"

But Wu Tiao Wu Hui was not angry.She just stretched out her hand to hold Zhou Yi's hand without saying a word, and narrowed her eyes comfortably like a kitten... Rather than telling him not to move around, it's more like pressing him and telling him not to leave.

The warmth that is as pure as the sun makes people greedy.

"Tsk..."

Zhou Yi smiled helplessly: "I really can't do anything about you. If you have anything to do, come find me after school... I'm going to teach the students. I'm almost one minute late."

"……Um."

Wu Tiao Wuhui obediently let go of Zhou Yi's hand, watching Zhou Yi cross a distance of hundreds of meters in one step, move to the ground in an instant, and then hurried towards the classroom not far away.

But why didn't he just teleport to the door?

She tilted her head in bewilderment.

Overlooking the Class A classroom not far away, which gradually became quiet because of Zhou Yi's footsteps, Wu Tiao Wuhui seemed to vaguely understand something.

She seemed to have a deeper understanding of Zhou Yi.

Author's message:

It's so loud, I didn't ask for leave today... I will try not to ask for leave tomorrow (clench fist)

Good night kids, I'm too tired and I'm going to bed... (Lie down)

Chapter 120 The Power of Being Seen

"...so it can be said that to understand Aristotle one must study Socrates and Plato."

On the podium of the lecture theater, Zhou Yi said slowly in a gentle and clear voice while drawing a diagram of the relationship between the characters on the blackboard with chalk.

The classroom he used for teaching is the fan-shaped classroom often used by universities. There are eight rows of classrooms divided into three columns on the left, seven columns on the right and three columns on the right.Even if they sit apart, it is enough to accommodate all the students in Class A of the first year.

In such a large classroom, even small movements are generally not noticed by the teacher.But there was no movement in Zhou Yi's class, even the sound of chalk scratching the blackboard could be heard very clearly throughout the classroom.

Although Zhou Yi's voice was soft, it was very clear.There seems to be a charm that can focus the mind, and people can't help but want to concentrate on listening to his voice... It's like an idol.Although it has been less than half a month since he came to Liyuan, Zhou Yi has already become the most popular teacher.

At this moment, with the sound of light ritual music, Zhou Yi also stopped talking.

He turned around and put the chalk in his hand back into the chalk box: "Students, this is the end of this class. In the next class, we will talk about Plato and his works. Go back and preview. Then the get out of class is over."

"Thank you, teacher--"

The girls stood up and bowed slightly to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi smiled slightly, bowed his head twice, packed his things, and left the classroom together with the flow of people.

He had just gone out and hadn't taken a few steps when he felt someone pat himself on the back.

"Ah, it's flowers."

Zhou Yi turned his head slightly, and saw who it was that greeted him.So he couldn't help showing a gentle smile: "Is there anything you don't understand?"

"Don't talk about that yet! Mr. Zhou Yi, what are you doing?"

Huahua looked at Zhou Yi with a very disturbed expression, and looked around nervously.

That reaction didn't look like shyness.And it's more like the sneaky feeling of underground party joints.

In fact it is.

If someone finds out that Mr. Eindsworth has such a close relationship with him... then his peaceful life and the image he managed to maintain will be ruined!

She noticed that some of the eyes that were originally looking at Zhou Yi had shifted to herself, she coughed dryly and solemnly, took out the textbook to cover her actions, pretended that she was asking a question, and lowered her voice at the same time: "Even if you want to investigate , it must have been too long... There are too many people here, let's go to a place with fewer people first."

"Need not."

Zhou Yi shook his head lightly. Huahua, who had just started learning magic, immediately felt a slight change in the atmosphere around him.Those gazes that were originally paying attention to him and Huahua paused for a moment, then staggered away from them very naturally.

Zhou Yi, who was originally very conspicuous, seemed to have become a transparent person in an instant.Those who were paying attention to him also seemed to have lost their memory, and they were stunned for a while before walking away.

"...It's amazing, what kind of magic is this?"