"Hello, everyone. Your teacher, Miss Obokata, has something to attend to, so I'll be teaching you for the next week. You can call me Mr. Zheng." Zheng Fan stood at the lectern, his expression solemn.
Marcus Damon had seen Zheng Fan's face before. He looked rather young; he had attained his powers early, and his appearance had been frozen at seventeen. Yet somehow, although his face and eyes remained the same, he now looked middle-aged no matter how Marcus looked at him.
Teaching posed no difficulty for Zheng Fan. Biology and related knowledge came closest to his supplementary studies. He only needed to adjust some of those materials slightly before using them, though some of the content was rather heretical. But that distinction meant little to students like Marcus and his classmates.
Come to think of it, Marcus's class had quite a future. Their current substitute, Zheng Fan, was a powerful cultivator, while their former teacher, Obokata, was a scientist of considerable renown. She had simply taken one wrong step along the scientific path and ended up settling for a teaching job at an ordinary high school.
Zheng Fan proved quite gifted at teaching. Even someone like Marcus listened spellbound, and before anyone knew it, the lesson was over. When the bell rang, Zheng Fan stopped midsentence, immediately announced, "Class dismissed," and walked straight out without the slightest hesitation.
Marcus wanted badly to skip class and confront Zheng Fan, but he had a feeling that acting recklessly would end very badly for him. Sitting at his desk, he tried to plan his own career, yet whatever Zheng Fan had done to him caused a strange tremor to rise from deep inside whenever his gaze wandered. Once he paid attention to the lesson, however, he suddenly discovered that the material was