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This time, he looked directly at Tang San, and said with a hint of ridicule in his tone:

"Xiao San."

Tang San's body stiffened suddenly.

That straight back suddenly became a little stiff.

Fu Shiyan tapped the ebony ruler in his hand lightly on his palm. The sound was still steady, but a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on Tang San's back:

"I will teach you the fine control of Martial Soul, so that you..."

"Is it used like this?"

Fu Shiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze seemed to penetrate Tang San's back, and he saw the strand of Soul Power that was quietly retracting:

"You thought..."

"With my perception of Soul Power, I wouldn't be able to detect your slight fluctuation just now?"

These words are like a holding spell.

Tang San was frozen in his seat, not daring to move.

And behind him--

The Blue Silver Grass bud on the Xiao Wu desk, as if it had been frightened, instantly collapsed into a dot of light blue halo and disappeared.

The rolled-up pen fell limply onto the notebook where the answer had just been written with a "snap" sound.

The pride and confidence on Xiao Wu's face disappeared instantly just like that Blue Silver Grass.

She looked at the "savior" who suddenly disappeared in front of her and the fallen pen, and then looked at Fu Shiyan's half-smiling eyes in front of the podium. Her whole little face collapsed instantly, with three big words "It's over" written all over it.

In the back row of the classroom, Ma Hongjun covered his mouth tightly, his shoulders shook violently, and his face turned red from holding it in--I don't know whether it was because he was scared or because he was suppressing laughter.

Fu Shiyan looked at Xiao Wu's slumped little face and shook his head angrily and amusedly.

He sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in the sigh, waved his hand and said:

"Okay, sit down."

These few short words sounded like the sounds of nature to Xiao Wu's ears.

The tight string in her heart suddenly loosened, and she let out a long, silent breath of relief. She quickly sat back on the chair, lowered her head, pretending that she was a rabbit that didn't exist, and didn't dare to move any more.

The air in the classroom seemed to be stagnant for a moment.

Everyone's eyes - including Xiao Wu, who had just escaped and was secretly rejoicing - involuntarily drifted to the figure next to Xiao Wu who was also sitting on pins and needles.

Ma Hongjun.

The chubby little boy was trying hard to shrink his neck and reduce his sense of presence.

He held the pen tightly and stared at the blank notebook, as if a unique flower suddenly bloomed on it, worthy of his full attention to study.

He even held his breath and deliberately kept the rise and fall of his chest to a minimum.

When Xiao Wu was called up just now, there was still a trace of luck and a trace of joy in his heart.

But when Fu Shiyan asked Xiao Wu to sit down, he did not continue the lecture.

An extremely ominous premonition quietly surged in Ma Hongjun's heart.

In front of the podium, Fu Shiyan's eyes slowly moved over.

Ma Hongjun felt that his scalp was starting to tingle, and the hairs on his back stood up one by one. He prayed desperately in his heart:

[Can't see me!! Can't see me! Can't see me...]

"Hongjun."

The voice of Fu Shiyan sounded.

Not high, not low, just the same tone as when you usually ask him to answer questions.

But in Ma Hongjun's ears, it was like a thunder!

His whole body trembled violently, the pen in his hand fell on the table with a "clack", and Gululu rolled to the ground.

Ma Hongjun didn't bother to pick up the pen at all.

He stiffened his neck, raised his head very slowly and bit by bit, and met Fu Shiyan's calm eyes.

Fu Shiyan looked at him like he was facing a formidable enemy, and there was an almost imperceptible smile in his eyes, but there was still no expression on his face. He just pointed lightly at the blackboard with the ruler, and his tone was as usual:

"Get up and answer."

He paused and said the question that made Ma Hongjun's eyes darken instantly:

"Just the question I asked Xiao Wu just now - why is the fire attribute dominant against the wood attribute in the early stage, but may be passive in the protracted battle?"

Ma Hongjun: "..."

He opened his mouth, and a soft "ho" sound came out of his throat, but he couldn't spit out a word.

My mind went blank.

Fire... wood...

Initial... Lasting...

Why? How does he know why?!

Ma Hongjun's chubby little face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly faded to pale white.

Fine beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, sliding down his round cheeks. It was itchy, but he didn't even have the courage to raise his hand to wipe it away.

His eyes darted around in panic, trying to get some hints from his companions.

Xiao Wu on the left? This girl has just escaped a disaster. She is burying her head low at the moment. She wants to get into the hole in the table and doesn't dare to look at him at all.

Oscar?

Oscar gave him a look, but that look was full of helplessness, and he quietly shook his head.

Tang San in the front row?

Tang San's back was straight and motionless, like a statue in meditation, and even the back of his head exuded the aura of "listening carefully and not focusing on anything else".

It's over.

It's all over.

Ma Hongjun withdrew his gaze in despair and looked at Fu Shiyan again.

Fu Shiyan didn't rush him, just watched quietly, tapping the ebony ruler in his hand lightly on his palm.

The soft "tap, tap" sound was infinitely amplified in the silent classroom, like the sound of quicksand in a timer's hourglass. Each sound struck Ma Hongjun's nerves on the verge of collapse.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Ma Hongjun's legs began to feel weak, and he had to reach out and hold the edge of the desk to barely stand still.

Finally, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he squeezed out a few fragmented words from between his teeth:

"Because... fire... fire can burn wood?"

As soon as he said these words, even he felt stupid.

Oscar in the front row couldn't hold it back. He let out a very slight "poof" sound and quickly held it in, his shoulders shaking violently.

Xiao Wu also secretly raised his head and glanced at Ma Hongjun quickly.

Fu Shiyan's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

He looked at Ma Hongjun's fat face full of despair and shame and was silent for a few seconds.

These few seconds, to Ma Hongjun, seem as long as a century.

In the end, Fu Shiyan did not get angry or reprimand.

He just sighed again, the sigh heavier than before, with a hint of exhaustion.

He shook his head, his voice still calm, but it made Ma Hongjun want to dig a hole and get in:

"So, I just talked about the basic principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint for a quarter of an hour, as well as the dynamic changes of Soul Power attributes in actual combat..."

"What you concluded is that 'fire can burn wood'?"

Ma Hongjun's head dropped even lower, almost buried in his chest.

Fu Shiyan stopped looking at him, turned around and walked back to the podium. He tapped the knowledge points on the blackboard with the ruler in his hand, and his voice became clear again:

"Everyone, listen up, I'm going to say it one last time."

"The fire attribute Soul Power, because of its explosive and aggressive characteristics, when facing the wood attribute, it can indeed quickly establish an advantage and suppress the opponent with its burning characteristics in the early stage."

"But the Soul Master battle is not a wildfire that will start a prairie fire. It will be over once and for all."

"Although the wood attribute Soul Power is restrained, it has stronger toughness, sustainability, and the characteristics of 'growth' and 'nourishing'."

"Once the war situation is prolonged, if the fire attribute Soul Power cannot defeat the opponent in one fell swoop, its consumption will be much greater than that of the wood attribute."

"If the wood attribute Soul Master can stabilize its position, it can even use the fire to use its own Soul Power as fuel to reversely control and guide the fire. This is the dialectical relationship of 'wood creates fire' or 'fire consumes wood'. The key lies in Soul Master's control and understanding of the battle situation."

He spoke very slowly, enunciating every word clearly, and glanced at the four students in the audience:

"This is one of the most basic logics in attribute confrontation, and it is also a factor that you must consider when choosing Spirit Ring and formulating tactics in the future."

"Did you remember everything?"

Tang San and Oscar nodded immediately.

Xiao Wu and Ma Hongjun also nodded hurriedly, but the amplitude and strength of the nods showed a guilty conscience no matter how you looked at them.

Fu Shiyan's eyes stayed on Ma Hongjun's face for a moment. He didn't say anything more and just tapped the blackboard with the ruler:

"Sit down."

"Next, let's talk about the next key point - the interaction between water and soil."

Ma Hongjun As if he had received an amnesty, his legs softened and he almost collapsed back into the chair with a falling posture.

The clothes on my back were soaked with cold sweat at some point, sticking coldly to my skin.

Time passed slowly during the days when Xiao Wu and Ma Hongjun, two brothers and sisters, lived in fear and struggled with theoretical textbooks every day.

In the blink of an eye, another week has passed.

The early morning light had just brightened, and the small courtyard was shrouded in a mist-like light.

Tang San is fully dressed and is doing his daily morning vomiting under the old locust tree in the courtyard.

His breathing was long and steady, and an extremely thin Blue Silver colored halo circulated around his body, blending with the morning light.

Xiao Wu rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned as he moved out of the room, with a few strands of his long hair sticking up messily.

Behind her was Ma Hongjun, who was also sleepy-eyed. The fat man was still holding half of the uneaten buns in his hand, gnawing as he walked.

"Good morning, Third Brother..." Xiao Wu greeted weakly.

"Morning." Tang San opened his eyes, stood up, and looked at the two of them, "There is still a quarter of an hour for morning class, you guys..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet--

"Bang bang bang!"

A heavy and rapid knock on the door suddenly sounded like a drum, breaking the tranquility of the morning!

The three people in the courtyard were startled at the same time and looked towards the courtyard door.

Immediately afterwards, a rough and thick voice, like muffled thunder, came through the door panel:

"Excuse me - is this Mr. Fu's house?!"

There was obvious urgency in the voice as he continued to shout:

"Zhao Wuji!"

"Introduced by little brother Dai Tianyu – I have something to ask and I want to see Mr. Fu!!"