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Chapter 82 No Hitting Teachers

In Ye Wen's class, during art class.

Ye Wen yawned out of boredom.

Nangong Meiyue, who should have been teaching painting on the podium, was now sitting quietly on her large suitcase. The students were gathered in a circle, holding drawing boards and paper, and sketching their teacher, Nangong.

Yes, this is what Nangong Chiyue taught in her first lesson.

Let everyone draw her.

She simply sat quietly on her suitcase, without saying a word.

What? You're asking what to do if a student can't draw?

"Vice President, Vice President, the teacher's skirt is so complicated, I don't know how to draw it."

"Let me see."

Ye Wen took the drawing board and made a few corrections: "First do it like this, then like this, and finally like this, understand?"

"I understand, I understand!" The student nodded happily, looking at the exquisite patterns and lines on it: "Miracle doctor, Vice President, you have miraculous healing skills!"

Yes, Ye Wen is the art teacher who teaches everyone how to draw.

While it is true that assisting teachers in completing teaching tasks is the student council's job, isn't Teacher Nangong going a bit too far?

Why can't you draw at all, you're an art teacher?!

Is this what they mean by "power-focused players don't understand power-focused gameplay, and story-focused players don't understand story"?

It's perfectly reasonable for an art teacher not to be able to draw; all they need to do is give a presentation.

"Ye Wen, look, look!"

Shen Xuqiu handed the painting to Ye Wen from behind: "Take a look at my painting, what do you think!"

"Let me see."

Ye Wen took Shen Xuqiu's painting, looked at it closely, and then fell silent.

How about this drawing? If you take a piece of paper, draw a line on it, and then draw five vertical lines, then congratulations!

You've already drawn it better than Shen Xuqiu.

Ye Wen silently turned around, looked into Shen Xuqiu's expectant eyes, and said in a firm tone, "I'm willing to exchange two bananas for this painting, is that alright?"

"?" Shen Xuqiu's eyes lit up: "Is my drawing that good that even Ye Wen was willing to trade it for his collection?"

"no."

Ye Wen shook his head: "I plan to kick down that Southeast Asian Buddha statue in my house and enshrine your painting instead."

"In terms of the indescribable, your painting is far superior."

"I, Ye Wenyuan, would like to address you as the most outstanding district."

"Redraw it for me!"

And so, in a cheerful atmosphere, the art class ended. In the office, Ye Wen helped Nangong Chiyue organize the collected paintings so that she could grade and correct them.

"I must say, you humans are truly blessed by angels when it comes to creating art."

Looking at the diverse works, Nangong Chiyue exclaimed, "Even students in school can easily bring me works that leave me speechless."

"It's alright, at least my class is relatively normal compared to other classes."

Ye Wen sighed: "But Teacher Nangong, you can't do this. How can an art teacher not know how to draw?"

"Our school doesn't have a pub for you to show off your skills."

Nangong Chiyue glanced at Ye Wen: "I didn't plan to stay here for long."

"But you're still here now."

Ye Wen calmly said, "A teacher should act like a teacher; this isn't something that can be determined by fate."

"No matter the reason, the moment you decide to become a teacher, you are responsible for your students."

Nangong Chiyue pursed her lips.

She admitted that Ye Wen was right.

I'm being lectured by someone so much younger than myself? It seems I'm becoming more and more degenerate.

"Okay, I'll take responsibility."

"At least during my time at school, I will be a good teacher. As for drawing—"

Nangong Chiyue looked at Ye Wen: "Then you can teach me. You're the only human I can trust right now."

Or rather, one is forced to trust.

"It's an honor." Ye Wen nodded, a slight smile suddenly appearing on his lips. "In that case..."

"So, Teacher Nangong, shouldn't you call me 'teacher'?"

They are mutually sensei.

Seeing Ye Wen's expectant smile, Nangong Chiyue sighed softly again, and tapped Ye Wen's head with her paper fan as promised.

"Don't flirt with the teacher."

Ye Wen said sternly, "You are not allowed to hit the teacher."

Nangong Chiyue: "————"

She suddenly became curious about who the student council president of this school was, that he could actually keep this prodigy, Ye Wen, in check.

He must be a master, a master, a master.

"Okay, okay, stop joking with the teacher."

Ye Wen asked, "So, teacher, how long do you plan to stay at this school?"

Nangong Chiyue gave Ye Wen a meaningful look.

"Of course, it will continue until I get my finger back."

After she finished speaking, her gaze focused on Ye Wen's abdomen, specifically his stomach.

Inside was the fresh tiger-skin chicken feet that Ye Wen had just eaten.

Ye Wen squinted: "Uh, judging from your eyes, teacher, you're not thinking of tying me up and having a C-section sometime, are you?"

Nangong Chiyue glared at Ye Wen: "Do I look like such a cruel person?"

"However, you are right about one thing: I do need to remove the evil god's finger from your body."

Nangong Chiyue thought about it all night but still couldn't figure out how Ye Wen ate Xie Shen Fei's finger, so she gave up on thinking about it.

Just change your perspective.

"Energy doesn't disappear into nothingness; it simply moves to another place."

Nangong Chiyue's suitcase moved on its own, bringing her to Ye Wen's side. Nangong Chiyue raised her finger, her sharp, pale nails rubbing against Ye Wen's neck.

"You haven't shown any of the signs that should appear after the finger has fused with you, so I think that finger hasn't completely fused with you, but is quietly existing in some corner of your body."

"I will find a way to extract it, and I will not leave this school until then."

"The same to you."

Nangong Chiyue suddenly looked up, her face extremely close to Ye Wen's, and said very seriously, "Before I get my finger."

"You are not allowed to escape."

Ye Wen blinked innocently: "Although I'm sure I won't run away—but teacher, are you really that sure that finger is the finger of the evil god Fei?"

Is it possible?

"Is that actually a curse abandoned by the Lord of Heaven?"

Nangong Chiyue raised an eyebrow: "Do you understand Xie Shen Fei better, or do I?"

"That intense blasphemous and hellish aura is definitely that of the evil god Scarlet."

"As for the curse abandoned by the Heavenly Moon? That's utter nonsense. How could the Lord of Heaven be corrupted?"

She shook her head: "As a newcomer to this world, Ye Wen, your explanation is full of holes."

Ye Wen:

"————"

But what he said was really the truth—

Your evil goddess Fei told me herself, how about I bring her over so you two can have a showdown?

Ye Wen nodded expressionlessly.

"Whatever makes you happy, teacher."

"Hmm." Nangong Chiyue patted the suitcase under her butt: "Then let's continue pushing me outside for a stroll."

"Last time I was busy looking for my fingers, so I only looked at the club section. Since I'll be staying here for a while, it's better to get familiar with it."

"Teacher, doesn't your suitcase move by itself?" Ye said, but still gripped the handle and pushed Nangong Chiyue out.

Because he found that it was actually quite enjoyable.

"Controlling the things inside would be exhausting for me. Why not use free labor?"

Nangong Chiyue gently fanned herself with a paper fan, and the resulting breeze carried a hint of her scent, which blew onto Ye Wen's face.

"Take me to the cafeteria first. I'm still very curious about what you humans usually eat."

Nangong Chiyue sat on her suitcase, swinging her legs as she directed Ye Wen, clearly enjoying herself.

However, just as Ye Wen was about to push Nangong Chiyue to the cafeteria entrance, her voice turned cold: "Turn now, go straight, we're not going to the cafeteria."

Ye Wen asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Teacher Nangong?"

"Nothing much."

Nangong Chiyue's face darkened, and her scarlet eyes opened dangerously.

"I just smelled some unpleasant odors."

She squinted: "The scent of a werewolf."

"And they were hordes of werewolves."

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