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    Unbounded Academy.

    A very large classroom.

    There were forty-nine students sitting inside.

    The forty-nine students sitting in the classroom are clearly divided.

    It is so clear that one can tell at a glance what race he is from.

    "Hey, I heard that our teacher is that little sweetheart from the East."

    "Can I take a bite of him? I swear I'll take a bite!"

    "I hope his soul is black, I hate white souls!"

    "Oriental people are small and cute, I hope they will be beautiful~"

    "Damn humans!"

    Amid the seemingly endless discussions among various small groups, Yang Zeling walked in with a folder under his arm.

    ??Everyone¡¯s eyes are focused on this little Oriental teacher¡ª¡ª

    He has black hair and black eyes. He looks good. Judging from the high aesthetic standards of the elves, he is qualified. He wears standard teacher clothes. That one on the shoulder iseh?  A tiny black sheep taking a nap with its eyes closed?

    This thing seems to be a specialty of hell.

    But it seems that the black sheep, a specialty of hell, have no horns.

    This one has two small and exquisite horns on its head. It is probably a mutant variety.

    "Good morning everyone."

    Yang Zeling stood on the podium, glanced around the classroom, and put on a smile that was neither warm nor indifferent, but just right: "I am your new teacher. My surname is Yang. From now on, just call me Teacher Yang."

    "The new semester is a new atmosphere. The past cannot be recalled, but everyone can look forward to the future. Now I will click on the names, and the classmates who have clicked will shout out."

    "Eluru Bachkard."

    "Yes~" It's an elf.

    ¡°Micah Mass Yale.¡±

    ¡°Arrived.¡± It¡¯s an angel

    ?¡­

    ?¡­

    ¡°Santa Copost.¡±

    No one answered.

    Yang Zeling raised his eyes and his voice became louder: "Is classmate Santa Copost here?"

    "Shut up!" A muscular boy with red hair, green eyes, and obviously vertical pupils yelled: "Despicable and low-level humans dare to call me by my name!"

    There were three boys who were as tall as him sitting next to Sangta. They did not stop Sangta's behavior. When they saw Yang Zeling looking over, they even raised their chins slightly.

    Lowly human race!

    The whole class was so silent that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

    ?? #Trigger teaching career plot line: Intimidation from students#

    There are people in the class who are watching the excitement, some who are weighing the benefits of helping, and some who are concerned about things that have nothing to do with them

    The various behaviors of all living beings are clearly revealed at this moment.

    Yang Zeling's expression did not change. She just took out a black pen - a little surprise that she took out from the suitcase's clothes pocket. She scratched the folder in her hand, and then clicked on the folder belonging to the Santa Clan.  The names of three people.

    As expected, no one answered.

    The little black sheep squatting on Yang Zeling's shoulder, closing his eyes and concentrating, raised his eyelids and glanced at Santa and the others.

    Yang Zeling continued to draw a few more strokes on the folder, and then continued to call names, as if nothing had happened.

    The way most students looked at Yang Zeling also changed.

    ???????????????????

    ¡°Whether it is the East or the West, the human race is so timid, cowardly and boring.

    However, except for Santa and the others, although others looked down on Yang Zeling, they did not make it difficult for him anymore, and they all responded when called.

    Yang Zeling finished calling the names, then closed the folder in his hand, and the smile on his face faded. The original 30-degree angle of his mouth turned into a 15-degree angle: "The new semester has a new atmosphere. According to your past evaluation sheets and  From the performance during roll call just now, I can tell everyone for sure that the whole class suffers from a syndrome called [Hallelujah, the world is so boring, I don¡¯t want to study, I just want to save the world] syndrome.¡±

    ??????????? Including the Shanta people who started the trouble, the eyes of everyone present were full of question marks.

    They can understand every word this human race says, so why can¡¯t they understand it when they are connected together?

    Yang Zeling said word by word: "The abbreviation of this symptom is: eating too muchHow could they bother the Archangel Uriel?

    "You don't have this right, how can a mere human race invite these adults?" Some students were struggling unwillingly.

    The corners of Yang Zeling's mouth widened a little, and the kindness in his eyes seemed to overflow: "You don't have to worry, I have sent the documents to the principal of Wujie College, and the principal replied that he notified each one personally."

    "Oh my, I have to say that the principal of Wujie College really cares about the physical and mental health of every student."

    ""

    "Are you, are you a devil?!" One student shouted in pain. Yang Zeling remained silent, while another student replied even more painfully: "No, no, no, we devils are not like this! We are not so evil!"

    Yang Zeling laughed, closed the folder with a snap, looked at everyone and said gently: "I am not a devil."

    "I am just a despicable, lowly, weak, pitiful and helpless human being."

    Everyone: ""

    The retaliation came too fast, and they couldn't bear it.

    Yang Zeling raised the folder in his hand and said, "By the way, the parents who have been invited need to write a 10,000-word letter of apology. This letter of apology will be published on the school's notice board for everyone to see."

    "After all, it's the fault of the father whether you raise or teach. Teacher, I think highly of you."

    ""

    The students¡¯ eyes were filled with confusion. They really didn¡¯t know why they were getting such a completely unequal counterattack when they just gave this human race a blow.

    In their inherited memory, the human race should not be like this.

    It should be humble and cowardly

    Is it because he is a human from the East?  !

    Are all the human races in the East so cruel?  ?  ?

    So, less than a quarter of an hour before class started, the students in Yang Zeling¡¯s class felt the care and concern from their teachers.

    It¡¯s true love, the kind of love that makes circles with your fist.

    ?¡­

    ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù

    The fist of love spins in circles~

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