Xiao Yan: This Teacher Seems a Bit X-Depressed!

"Seven days?"

Mu Jin's volume spiked, her delicate features contorted in shock.

Her high heel struck the floor with a sharp, crisp sound.

Her initial expectation had been one day, perhaps two at most; that would already have been considered a rare, god-tier effect among support-type soul skills.

But for the effect to remain unchanged for a full seven days completely shattered the common sense of the soul master world, enough to drive any major power to madness.

Realizing that dozens of eyes in the classroom were fixed on her without blinking, Mu Jin hurriedly took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the stormy waves in her heart.

As a mature head teacher, she could not afford to become a laughingstock to this group of new students on the very first day of school.

She cleared her throat, quickly adjusted her facial expression, assumed the composed demeanor of an educator, and nodded gently.

"Mm, that's about what I expected." She continued smoothly without changing her expression, then added, "Student Xiao, come to my office after class. Let's have a proper discussion on the pedagogical applications of this melody."

Xiao Yan nodded noncommittally.

He saw through Mu Jin's little schemes as clearly as a fire.

Mu Jin turned around and picked up a piece of chalk, intending to continue her lecture on basic theory.

But the moment she turned, she saw that the new students below were all burning with intensity, unable to sit still.

Even the quietest girl was clenching her fists tightly, her mind already drifting toward the clear, abundant heaven and earth origin power she had just experienced.

She smiled helplessly and simply tossed the chalk back into the box.

"It seems everyone has no appetite for theoretical knowledge right now. In that case, this class will be changed to a meditation session. Everyone, begin meditating and properly experience your current state."

A cheer nearly blew the roof off Class Nine. The new students couldn't wait to close their eyes and sit upright, terrified of wasting even a second of this double cultivation speed.

Mu Jin walked off the podium and paced slowly between the desks.

She was not just a pretty face; as a veteran teacher who didn't rely on expelling students to establish authority, her insight and guidance were quite solid.

"Li Dazhuang, steady your mind. The soul power flow of the Iron-Back Bear leans toward brute force; don't be greedy for speed under the surge of double origin power, and be sure to protect your meridians."

"Ning Tian, the focus of meditation lies in the stability of mental power. Slow your breathing rhythm further and feel the pulse of your martial soul."

She gave practical advice tailored to each person's martial soul characteristics, hitting the mark with every word.

Naturally, when she reached the back row of the classroom, she quietly bypassed Xiao Yan and Xiao Xiao.

Facing monsters of this caliber, she knew very well that she had no right to point fingers.

The time for the class flew by in meditation.

The bell rang. The new students opened their eyes, still wanting more, feeling refreshed and invigorated; after just one session of meditation, their cultivation had made visible progress.

Mu Jin stepped back onto the podium and clapped her hands to draw everyone's attention.

"Before class ends, I have an announcement." Her gaze passed over the crowd and landed on the white figure in the corner. "From today on, Xiao Yan is the monitor of our New Student Class Nine. Does anyone have any objections?"

The entire class was silent.

Li Dazhuang in the front row immediately took the lead and clapped vigorously, and Ning Tian followed suit with a smile.

Having tasted the sweetness of double cultivation speed, everyone felt nothing but heartfelt support and gratitude toward Xiao Yan.

Even Wu Feng, who had just been mentally battered, huddled in her chair, quiet as a mouse, lacking even the courage to voice a question.

The choice of monitor was thus finalized.

The teacher's office was cozy and tidy, permeated with the faint scent of hibiscus flowers.

Mu Jin enthusiastically pulled out two chairs, invited Xiao Yan and Xiao Xiao to sit, and personally brought over two cups of warm water.

Afterward, she sat down in the opposite seat, her hands folded on the desk.

The usually decisive and efficient teacher now appeared somewhat uneasy.

She rarely made requests of her students, let alone when the other party was a peerless genius with a profound background.

"Are you and your sister settling into the dorms well now that you've arrived at Shrek? How is the food in the cafeteria? Is there anything you aren't used to?" Mu Jin rambled, beating around the bush as she tried to find a suitable entry point.

Xiao Yan held his water cup, watching this evasive head teacher, and decided not to play along with the meaningless small talk any longer.

"Teacher Mu," he set down his cup, his voice clear and steady as he went straight to the point, "You must want us to play the Lingshu: Yuan-Gathering Melody more often to accelerate the cultivation speed of the students in Class Nine, right?"

With his intentions laid bare, Mu Jin's cheeks warmed.

She stopped hiding it and nodded, her beautiful eyes fixed on Xiao Yan with a clear look of entreaty.

At this moment, Mu Jin had shed the majesty she wore on the podium.

Beneath her mature and intellectual exterior, she revealed a touch of vulnerability, and that contrast was incredibly lethal.

Xiao Yan looked at this graceful and capable woman before him and shook his head inwardly.

Fan Yu, that guy obsessed with soul tools, had an absurdly poor eye for people; he chose that twisted, crazy woman Zhou Yi instead of such a fine woman.

"Agreed." Xiao Yan did not put on airs. "Once every half month."

Mu Jin's eyes lit up, but before she could even open her mouth to thank him, the second half of Xiao Yan's sentence followed immediately.

"However, I have conditions."

Mu Jin's heart tightened.

Conditions? This boy clearly came from an extraordinary background; an eleven-year-old level 46 Soul Ancestor, what could he possibly lack? Gold soul coins? High-level soul bones? These were clearly things she, an outer court teacher, could not provide.

If it wasn't for money, then what was he after?

Mu Jin's gaze uncontrollably landed on Xiao Yan's peerlessly handsome and perfect face.

The young man's eyes were deep and calm, carrying a sense of oppression that seemed capable of seeing through everything.

An absurd thought uncontrollably popped into Mu Jin's mind. A large flush of red rapidly appeared on her fair face, even her earlobes turning burning hot, and her hands gripped the hem of her clothes unconsciously.

Xiao Yan took in every subtle reaction of Mu Jin.

The Art of the Fuxi Emperor, which cultivated essence, energy, and spirit simultaneously, made his perception of human blood and qi extremely keen.

He could clearly sense that this thirty-year-old female teacher still maintained the pure constitution of someone who had never been with a man.

Maintaining such a state, it was normal to have some repressed desires; he could understand.

Facing an unreasonable hypothetical condition, it was only human nature for her thoughts to slide toward something inappropriate for children.

Xiao Yan did not expose her somewhat ridiculous imagination, instead giving his actual request directly.

"Give Xiao Xiao and me freedom in our classes. There are some courses we don't need to attend, so we need the privilege to go out and practice our instruments at any time. As long as we don't cause trouble, the teacher will not interfere."

As these words fell into her ears, Mu Jin was stunned.

Realizing what she had been fantasizing about just a moment ago, Mu Jin wished she could dig a hole in the office's wooden floor and crawl into it.

She hurriedly grabbed a pen from the desk, desperately trying to hide her inner embarrassment by pretending to organize her lesson plans, and agreed repeatedly.

"No problem! You can attend the basic theory classes if you want, and if you don't, you can go practice elsewhere at any time. I'll take responsibility for this!"