Brothers in Misfortune

The words were divided into two parts. While Dai Tianyu was sympathizing with Mo Xuan, Ma Hongjun and Xiao Wu, who were far away from Heaven Dou City, were in dire straits.

Heaven Dou City, small courtyard.

The early morning sunlight shines through the window lattice, cutting out slanting light grids on the ground of the classroom.

This is the fifth day since Dai Tianyu left.

It was also the fifth day that Xiao Wu and Ma Hongjun were completely reduced to "suffering brothers" in the theory class.

In front of the podium, Fu Shiyan was dressed in black clothes, with silver hair tied behind his head, and holding a smooth ebony ruler in his hand.

The blackboard behind him was filled with the key points about "Soul Power Basic Theory of Mutual Generation and Inhibition of Attributes" written in Qing Jun's handwriting.

His voice was smooth and clear, and every knowledge point was explained in a clear and logical manner.

However, in the audience -

"Huh... huh..."

The sound of subtle, even breathing came from the back row of the classroom.

Xiao Wu is lying on the desk, his head resting on his folded arms, and his long pink hair is scattered on his shoulders.

Her eyes had long been closed, her long eyelashes trembled gently with her breathing, and there was even a hint of sweet smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

Beside her, Ma Hongjun was still "sitting".

The chubby little boy rested his chin with one hand and pretended to take notes with the other hand, but what he drew on the paper with the pen were all meaningless glyphs.

His eyelids drooped heavily, and his head bit by bit, like a chicken pecking at rice. Every time he almost hit the table, he suddenly woke up, looked up at the blackboard blankly, and then... continued to repeat the process.

Oscar and Tang San were sitting in the front row, their backs straight and their eyes focused on following Fu Shiyan's explanation. The pen in their hand was writing down key points quickly and neatly in their notebooks.

Fu Shiyan's explanation paused for a moment.

His gaze, like a precise ruler, slowly swept over the state of the four students in the audience.

When he spotted the two sleepy figures in the back row, Fu Shiyan's eyebrows moved almost imperceptibly.

He raised the ebony ruler in his hand and placed it gently on the desk of the podium -

"Crack!"

The crisp knocking sound is particularly clear in the quiet classroom.

Ma Hongjun was so excited that he almost jumped up from his chair and hurriedly grabbed a pen and pretended to write.

Available Xiao Wu...

Xiao Wu just smacked his lips, rubbed his head on his arm, and slept more soundly.

Fu Shiyan's eyes darkened slightly.

He stepped off the podium, his black clothes silently brushing the ground, and walked straight to Xiao Wu's desk.

A shadow fell.

Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he didn't dare to express his anger. He kicked Xiao Wu's stool legs with his feet under the table.

"Boom, boom."

A slight vibration came. Xiao Wu frowned and muttered vaguely, "Don't make trouble...Sister Xiao Wu is sleeping..."

The corners of Fu Shiyan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

He raised the staff in his hand and again--

"Crack!"

This time it hit directly on the edge of Xiao Wu's desk!

The clear and loud sound is like thunder exploding in your ears!

"Xiao Wu!"

Fu Shiyan's voice is not particularly harsh, but it carries a clear force that penetrates the drowsiness.

In his sleep, Xiao Wu trembled all over, like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on, and jumped up from his seat!

Before her eyes were fully opened, she was already looking left and right, her hair was a little messy due to the violent movements, and she subconsciously shouted:

"Who?! What are you looking for Sister Xiao Wu for?!"

After her words fell, she saw clearly the person standing in front of her.

Fu Shiyan was standing in front of her desk, with one hand behind her back and the other holding the ebony ruler, looking at her with a half-smile.

Xiao Wu's brain buzzed and he woke up completely.

Her little face instantly turned red, all the way to her ears. She stood there helplessly, her eyes wandering, but she didn't dare to look into Fu Shiyan's eyes.

She subconsciously wanted to sit down, but her butt just moved down half an inch.

"Get up."

The voice of Fu Shiyan sounded again.

Xiao Wu's movements froze in mid-air, neither sitting nor standing. He was so embarrassed that he was about to smoke.

Fu Shiyan Looking at her appearance, a faint, almost invisible smile flashed across her eyes, but the expression on her face remained serious.

The teaching ruler in his hand gently pointed in the direction of the blackboard, and he spoke in a gentle voice:

"Xiao Wu."

"Repeat to me the last sentence I just said - about why the fire attribute Soul Power has a clear advantage in the early stage when fighting against the wood attribute Soul Power, but may fall into passivity in a protracted battle?"

After saying this, Fu Shiyan put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards the podium.

Xiao Wu:"???"

She was completely confused.

Just... what did Fu Shiyan say just now?

She only remembered that there seemed to be a lot of words such as "attribute", "symbiotic" and "mutual restraint" floating in her ears, and then... then it turned into a sweet and crisp carrot in her dream.

Xiao Wu lowered his head in confusion, staring at his blank notebook, as if he could figure out the answer from the blank space.

Her eyes secretly drifted to the left--Ma Hongjun?

Forget it, the fat man was almost asleep, and was secretly winking at her, with "ask for happiness" written all over his face.

To the right? There is no one on the right.

Xiao Wu was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he could only cast his help-seeking eyes on the straight back in the front row in an extremely subtle and secretive way.

Tang San.

Tang San seemed to feel the gaze from behind.

He did not look back, and still maintained a sitting posture of listening attentively, but the fingers hanging by his side moved slightly and almost imperceptibly.

An extremely subtle, almost imperceptible Soul Power wave spreads quietly like an invisible thread.

Xiao Wu Suddenly felt that something seemed to be growing and spreading extremely slowly on the ground under his desk.

Her heart skipped a beat and she glanced down subconsciously.

I saw a slender, almost transparent Blue Silver Grass bud, which was close to the inside of the table leg, snaking up in an extremely hidden way, and quietly reached the table.

The top of the bud curled up the pen Xiao Wu that had fallen next to the notebook with great flexibility.

Then, on that blank page, I started writing quickly!

The tip of the pen scratched the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

A line of clear and neat handwriting quickly appeared in front of Xiao Wu:

[Fire overcomes wood. It burns quickly in the early stage, so it has the upper hand; however, wood makes fire, and for a long time, the fire source depends on the supply of wood. If the wood attribute Soul Master controls the field properly, it can be countered.]

It's the standard answer to Fu Shiyan's question just now!

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up instantly!

She was so determined that she almost burst into joy, and her face regained confidence.

She raised her head, puffed out her chest, cleared her throat, and was about to repeat out loud the answer written by Blue Silver Grass--

In front of the podium, Fu Shiyan's eyes fell on the back of Tang San at some point.

There was no surprise or anger in his eyes, only an almost funny and clear amusement.

Just a second before Xiao Wu was about to speak.

The voice of Fu Shiyan sounded again.