Nuwa, the goddess of immortality, said that cultivating immortality does not require spiritual energ

"In the end, you still became a teacher."

In the evening cafeteria, Chen Yun ate his rice while giving Qin Le a speechless look.

The people around also looked over, but their expressions were as if they had expected it.

Indeed, it's a real waste for Qin Le to continue being a student at the academy.

Since the start of the semester, he has only attended one class properly—that was because he was curious about Confucian cultivation methods and went to listen to it once.

After that, he missed all courses, whether it was cultivation, weapon crafting, alchemy, formations, talismans, or various magical arts and supernatural powers.

It's not laziness, but... he really doesn't need it. In these areas, his insights are often more profound and thorough than those of his instructors.

Having him sit in the audience and listen to the lecture would seem like a misallocation of resources.

"It's just helping out with body cultivation," Qin Le smiled, not caring at all.

Shen Qingyan approved the appointment of him as a teaching assistant with unusual ease this time.

Not only that, she simply gave Qin Le'an the title of all-around teaching assistant - not only as a teaching assistant for physical education courses, but also as a substitute lecturer for many other courses.

If any teacher has an emergency, Qin Le has to step in.

Who told him to be so free?

Shen Qingyan couldn't bear to watch any longer.

Two days later, at dawn.

After having breakfast, Qin Le strolled to a quiet grassy area on campus, lay down comfortably, and enjoyed the warm morning sunlight.

Although he was officially a teaching assistant, he did not need to prepare lessons or have a fixed schedule. He only needed to appear when the teacher on duty called upon him.

These days seem to be no different from before.

After lying there for about half an hour, a series of hurried footsteps approached from afar.

Qin Le opened his eyes and saw that it was the teacher who had once attended one of his Confucian classes, walking briskly towards him with obvious joy on his face.

"Teacher, is something the matter?" Qin Le sat up.

"Qin Le," the Confucian teacher said with a smile, "I have a class this morning, so I'll need you to cover for me. There's an emergency at home, and I have to go back immediately."

"Is there some good news?" Qin Le asked casually with a smile, noticing the joy in his eyes and brows.

"Yes, my wife is about to give birth!" The Confucian teacher made no attempt to hide his joy, his voice even becoming a little lighter: "So I have to hurry up and go."

"Congratulations!" Qin Le smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "Don't worry about the lessons, leave them to me."

"Thanks! I'll be going now!" The Confucian teacher said goodbye in a hurry, turned around and ran away.

Qin Le lay back down, took out his phone, and set an alarm for ten minutes before class. There were still nearly two hours before class, enough time for him to take a nap.

As for what will be taught in class... he hasn't thought about it much yet.

If all else fails, just ask the students where we left off in the last lesson, and then continue from there.

Of course, if you have other ideas at the last minute, it's fine to talk about something else, as long as it doesn't affect the original teaching schedule.

Ring ring—

The alarm clock rang on time.

Qin Le got up, brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, and walked slowly toward the teaching building.

Pushing open the door to the Confucianism classroom, more than ten students who were chatting and preparing for class looked up and were all slightly taken aback. Wang Zhiheng and Li Yanran among them also showed expressions of surprise.

"Qin Le? You're here... for class?" Li Yanran asked curiously.

She knew that Qin Le rarely came to class on his own initiative.

"No." Qin Le walked up to the podium, turned around, faced the crowd, and smiled slightly: "I'm here to give a lecture."

"..."

The classroom fell silent for a moment.

Then everyone remembered that Qin Le also had the position of teaching assistant.

Although they had thought that Qin Le might one day stand on the podium, they did not expect that day to come so soon.

Qin Le glanced at the audience and casually asked, "Where was the teacher... supposed to be?"

He hadn't figured out the specifics yet, so he decided to follow the Confucian teacher's original schedule.

After all, the arrival of a new member to a teacher's family is a major event, and they will likely be busy for a day or two. If they go astray in their teaching, it may disrupt their teaching plan.

"Before the last class ended, the teacher said that we would start teaching the Analects today," Wang Zhiheng replied.

"Okay." Qin Le nodded: "Then today, we'll start with the Analects."

He didn't bring any lesson plan or flip through any books. He simply stood in front of the podium, looking relaxed, and began to lecture on the opening chapter of the Analects, "Xue Er".

During his explanations, he naturally incorporated his own understanding and insights—this was unavoidable.

The reason why classics are classics is that they are always fresh and new. People from different eras and with different circumstances can always find their own insights in them.

During the explanation, students would raise their hands to ask questions from time to time.

Qin Le answered patiently, citing classical texts while often drawing analogies with modern examples, her language humorous and insightful. The classroom atmosphere gradually became lively.

About half an hour later, Qin Le stopped and smiled, "That concludes our discussion of the opening principles of the 'Learning Chapter' for today. The rest you will need to ponder and reflect upon on your own after class."

The students nodded in agreement, with no one objecting. The explanation, which lasted less than half an hour, had already been very informative for them, and they certainly needed time to digest it.

At that moment, a short-haired girl sitting in the back row suddenly raised her hand, a playful smile on her face, and asked in a loud voice:

"Qin Le, do you... know what 'language' means?"

If her original Confucian teacher had been present, she would never have dared to ask such a question. But on the podium was Qin Le—both teacher and classmate, making their interaction much more relaxed.

"It's the Analects, you're mispronouncing it," a bespectacled boy next to me corrected.

The girl rolled her eyes at him: "You read it correctly! If you don't know, just search it online yourself!"

The boy didn't hesitate and immediately pulled out his phone to search. The other students, who also looked bewildered, lowered their heads to check as well.

A moment later, the group looked up, their expressions becoming quite interesting.

A quiet-looking girl with long blue hair frowned, her tone clearly displeased: "Nonsense! How can they distort the classics like this?"

The other students neither echoed nor refuted her indignation, but instead turned their attention back to Qin Le on the podium, wanting to hear how this special teacher would view Lunyu.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Qin Le smiled and said frankly:

"I know. And I've seen them all."

"So what do you think of... this 'slang'?" The girl who asked the question had a bright look in her eyes and pressed for an answer.

"Me?" Qin Le blinked and said seriously, "I usually watch it lying down on my phone."

"Huh?" The girl was taken aback.

The students in the classroom were also a little confused by this unexpected answer.

Seeing their "you're kidding me" expressions, Qin Le stopped joking, his smile fading, and said calmly:

"In my view, the birth of 'Lunyu' is a product of a specific era. We did not personally experience that era, so it is difficult to fully understand why people at that time would interpret the Analects from such a... rather 'special' perspective."

The classroom fell silent as the students seemed lost in thought.

They understood Qin Le's words. So-called "slang" can, to some extent, reflect the specific mentality and demands of a certain group of people during a certain period.

Those who agree with the interpretation may not truly believe that it is the original meaning of the classics. Perhaps it is the atmosphere of the times that makes them willing to believe and interpret it in that way.

"Of course." Qin Le changed the subject, a relaxed smile returning to his face, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "I personally don't recommend that you delve into 'studying' language right now."

"Why?" the girl asked, puzzled.

"I'm afraid of you all..." Qin Le glanced at everyone and said slowly, "You might go into qi deviation, or... get beaten up when you go out."

puff--

After a brief silence, a burst of suppressed laughter erupted in the classroom.

The serious atmosphere was instantly dispelled, and the class came to an end amidst relaxed laughter.