Next, all parents left on their own, and the primary school students also returned indoors to continue their classes.
Old Dean secretly followed Ling Yun and said, "Thank you, Lord King of Hell!"
"Don't... you've got the wrong person, it's not me."
"I understand!"
The next class was taught by Ling Yun in place of An Qing. Upon hearing this, Old Dean's eyes lit up. A lecture by the King of Hell was something rarely seen through the ages, and something everyone begged for in vain.
Old Dean returned to the administrative office and said to the four tutors present, "If you have time later, you can go and listen to the lecture."
After saying that, she rushed off impatiently to listen, leaving several people baffled.
In the lecture hall!
Based on their current stage, Ling Yun told a few stories, and those stories were all true.
He made all the students understand!
Even mortals, and even those with poor aptitude, as long as they had a heart that pursued cultivation, would one day defy the heavens.
This lesson greatly encouraged this group of students, teaching them not to see themselves as useless people in the world. Even Old Dean sighed repeatedly in admiration.
Listening to a single lecture from the King of Hell surpassed some of her own past experiences!
What a pity!
None of the other tutors came; some had no time, and others simply didn't want to come.
After class, Old Dean thanked Ling Yun, then broke into a smiling laugh. She had benefited immensely and needed to go digest what she had learned.
Ling Yun's task was complete. The little ones had finished all their classes for the day because the three of them were exceptions, attending only in the morning and skipping the afternoon.
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