Chapter 153: Shadows of the Past (3)

The first class of the afternoon was not Huang Xueyi’s classical literature. It was another teacher’s class.

That teacher came in, did not notice Wang Yue, and started class at once.

Wang Yue sat there, listening to the teacher pour words from the platform, watching the students, some serious, some drifting, some straight asleep. His state of mind suddenly went empty and clear. Many martial ideas he had not been able to understand before became very simple in this state.

Wang Yue knew he had entered what people called sudden enlightenment. He did not waste it and started working through martial techniques in silence. The progress was several times faster than usual.

Only when class ended did he come out of that enlightenment. His cultivation had not advanced at all, but his understanding of the principles of martial arts had deepened some. If he could keep this state often, he believed fully folding the traits of Level-Eight Gale into every move of Jade Shattering Palm would not be far.

What had caused the enlightenment was this carefree air in the classroom.

So a thought suddenly rose in Wang Yue. If being with youths helped him comprehend martial techniques, why not come to the academy and experience it for real?

He had wanted to try for enlightenment again in the second class. Before it started, he was interrupted.

When the second class was about to begin, the classroom that had held only thirty-odd people was suddenly packed with nearly a hundred. Seats were not enough. Quite a few students would rather stand and squeeze in.

Of the extra dozens, boys were more than nine tenths. Girls were only a few.

Wang Yue knew only those few girls had really come to sit in. The boys were not there for the wine.

Because the second class was Huang Xueyi’s classical literature.

These guys had come to look at a beauty.

Classical literature and language class were not the same thing. It was a side subject outside language class.

When spiritual energy recovered, the world’s layout changed hugely. The world grew a hundred times larger, and the regions were cut off from each other by endless ferocious beasts. Contact between them almost broke.

In this great human region centered on Huaxia, Chinese was the only common language. English, once used worldwide and required of students, first became a side subject in the academies, then was replaced by classical literature. Only some specialists still studied it, for contact with other regions later.

The moment the bell rang, the noisy classroom went quiet at once. At this time even the naughtiest student did not dare make a sound. That meant he would be driven out by everyone.

When the bell fell, Huang Xueyi walked into the classroom with elegant steps.

Seeing Huang Xueyi, Wang Yue was stunned. Long hair drifting, a pale yellow long dress, rimless glasses, a faint smile on her face, an intellectual, elegant peerless beauty no matter how you looked. Was this really the violent witch in his memory who had flicked his cock until it swelled?

Huang Xueyi was clearly long used to her class being a sea of people. She walked calmly to the platform, sorted the lesson plan in her hands, and said, "Class, the day before yesterday we studied Memorial on the Expedition. I asked you to recite it. Who has it memorized?"

"Me, me!" All the boys raised their hands high as if they had been injected. Quite a few girls raised theirs too, including Li Yingying beside Wang Yue.

Huang Xueyi lifted her head. Her beautiful eyes swept the crowd, paused, then pointed at Wang Yue. "This student. You recite it."

"Me?" Wang Yue smiled bitterly inside, stood, and said, "I didn’t raise my hand."

"Because you didn’t raise your hand, teacher is having you recite. I want to see if you have the confidence, or if you never memorized it at all." Huang Xueyi said faintly.

The boys went blank. It could be done like that? If I had known, I wouldn’t have raised my hand either.

Memorial on the Expedition, Wang Yue had learned it from third aunt. After the long cultivation life of his previous life he had forgotten almost all of it. He only remembered the opening.

Seeing Huang Xueyi would not let it go, he braced himself and recited, "The late emperor’s enterprise was not half done when the budget ran out halfway..."

"Hahahaha..." The classroom burst into laughter.

Huang Xueyi seemed to want to laugh too, held it, put on a straight pretty face, and pointed at Wang Yue. "You, come out with me!"

"Oh." Wang Yue agreed, gave Li Yingying, who was watching him with worry, a comforting look, and followed Huang Xueyi out of the classroom.

In the corridor Huang Xueyi glanced at Wang Yue’s crotch on instinct.

Back then, finding chances to bully Wang Yue and flick his cock had been her greatest fun. Counting it up, she had not flicked it in more than seven years. She actually missed it a little.

More than seven years apart. She did not know if it had grown.

A thought flashed for no reason. Huang Xueyi threw it behind her at once and asked with a straight face, "What are you doing here?"

"Passing by. I happened to meet someone I knew and followed her in to look. I’ve never been to an academy." Wang Yue said it as it was.

"Someone you knew? Li Yingying? I’m warning you. Don’t you dare have ideas about her. She’s a good girl." Huang Xueyi said, on guard.

She had only started her teaching life last year, and Li Yingying’s class was the first batch she led. The feeling was naturally not ordinary. She especially liked this pretty, self-reliant girl.

She also knew Wang Yue’s situation clearly. He had long had a marriage set. If he chased Li Yingying, it was either playing, or wanting her as a secret lover. Either way, as a teacher, she did not want to see it.

Wang Yue smiled bitterly. "Aunt, what kind of person do you take me for?"

"Then how do you know her? At your levels, you shouldn’t have any overlap." Huang Xueyi asked.

"She’s Sister Lan’s own little sister. Is it strange I know her?" Wang Yue said.

"Li Menglan?" Huang Xueyi’s eyes widened. She and Li Menglan had a grudge. Because this maid had appeared and protected Wang Yue with everything she had, Huang Xueyi had lost the fun of flicking Wang Yue’s cock.

She had not thought the student she liked most after becoming a teacher was Li Menglan’s own little sister. What kind of fate was this?

Knowing that tie, Huang Xueyi set her heart down, but still warned him. "No nonsense. Otherwise I’ll flick your cock swollen again!"

Fine. Come on. See if it scares me!

Wang Yue said it in his heart, then had a cheap thought. If Huang Xueyi’s pale tender fingers flicked his cock now, what would it feel like. And if she saw the meat stick of those years grown into a great python, she would definitely jump.

Huang Xueyi naturally would not really flick Wang Yue’s cock. After the warning she sent him back to the classroom and returned to the platform to keep teaching.

Watching Huang Xueyi on the platform, none of the witch left in her, a sacred light of a teacher’s way coming off her whole body, Wang Yue wanted even more for her to meet the meat stick of those years again. She did not even need to flick it. The cock swelled on its own.

In a mood like that, Wang Yue naturally could not enter enlightenment again. Until class ended he let his thoughts run wild, and sighed in secret that he was getting lewder and lewder.

After class Huang Xueyi left directly, as if she did not know Wang Yue at all.

Li Yingying asked, worried, "Teacher Huang didn’t say anything to you, did she?"

"Of course not. She was only curious why I came." Wang Yue smiled. As for whether the "grudge" between Huang Xueyi and Li Menglan would affect Li Yingying, Wang Yue felt it would, but not by making things hard for Li Yingying. It would make them better.

Huang Xueyi and Li Menglan did not really have a feud.

Li Yingying suddenly laughed. "Still, that line of yours about the budget running out halfway was really infuriating."

"Was it wrong?" Wang Yue asked.

Li Yingying smiled. "Of course it was wrong. It’s ’died midway on the road.’"

"Oh. Maybe I mixed it up with a crosstalk bit I heard." Wang Yue said, not caring. He had never thought of pledging loyalty to anyone, so he did not need to study Zhuge Liang’s kind of loyal spirit. Whether he could recite Memorial on the Expedition did not matter.

The third class of the afternoon was self-study. Wang Yue entered enlightenment again. That made him firmer about coming to the academy to live a stretch of life.