"Pardon my bluntness." Le Yu picked at his ear, his face full of disbelief. "Royal Academy—is this really a place where someone like me can become a teacher?"
Le Yu's words were not self-pity or an inferiority complex. He simply had a correct understanding of the situation. No matter how you put it, Yan Jing Royal Academy was Radiance's foremost institution of learning. Anyone who could teach there had to be, at the very least, a leading scholar and a pillar of the nation, someone who held up half the sky.
Could a teacher at Tsinghua or Peking University be an ordinary person?
Although Qin Leyin was currently Le Yu's best supercar, he was still only a young man in his late teens. He was not a Royal Academy graduate, making him the equivalent of a "diploma-mill undergraduate." He had also failed to reach the Pinnacle Realm in combat arts, and the Blood-Drinking Eight Rice Flow presumably could not be taught at the academy, making him equivalent to someone with "no academic achievements." As for his social status, he was merely a refugee from Dongyang, equivalent to "an idle member of society."
Could an idle member of society with a diploma-mill undergraduate degree and no academic achievements teach at Tsinghua or Peking University? Le Yu felt that he could not.
Bai Yu agreed with Le Yu's assessment. "Indeed. By the standards for a formal teacher, Red Music, you would need to work hard for at least another decade before you might be hired by the Royal Academy."
"So the identity Liwei prepared for me isn't that of a formal teacher?" Le Yu asked. "A teaching assistant? A counselor? A hair-dyeing instructor?"
"Speaking of which, is your red hair necessary?" Bai Yu asked. "I don't mean to criticize you, but if