Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

Du Ruo asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"

Why does it look like the sky is falling?

Fang Zhixin glanced at the book in embarrassment, then looked at Du Ruo: "These books..."

Du Ruo said: "There is no need to learn these books. We have already learned them before and can recite them by heart. Now the main thing is to learn skills and cultivate talents."

Fang Zhixin leaned his head against the window, as if his soul had escaped from his mouth.

Du Ruo frowned slightly: "Is there any problem?"

Fang Zhixin turned his head with difficulty, pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled sadly: "I said I haven't learned it, do you believe it?"

Du Ruo shook his head, not believing it. This was a must-learn subject in the safe zone. Even if one came from Blue Star, one should have learned it.

The students in the front row seemed to have heard something secretly. They glanced at Fang Zhixin and laughed secretly together.

"There are still people who haven't learned the basics. Where did they come from?"

Not caring about the chatter of the person in front of him, Fang Zhixin looked like he was about to break, and he was still singing:

"The world isolates me and lets it ridicule me..."

Du Ruo rolled her eyes secretly. What the hell is going on? Why is this person a little weird?

At this time, a young female teacher walked in and knocked on the door, and the classroom became quiet instantly.

She was wearing a black and white business suit, had short hair, wore glasses, and had a stern look in her eyes. She turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard in large strokes, neatly adding the dot that would be engraved in the DNA at the end.

He turned around, supported himself on the podium, and looked sharp.

"Hello, students. My name is Xu Lu. I will be your homeroom teacher for the next three years. But I hope that some of you will not stay with me for the next three years."

"As long as you are capable enough, it is possible to skip grades or even three years and go straight to university."

"Now, everyone, introduce yourselves. Name, talent attributes, level, and state them clearly. Start with the students leaning against the wall."

The first boy stood up quickly upon hearing this: "Hello everyone, my name is Wang Tao, I'm 16 years old, my talent is water, E level."

"Hello everyone, my name is Song Yuxi, I'm 15 years old, my talent is loving meals, E level."

.........

"Zhang Kai, 16 years old, talent is wind, C level."

"C-level?"

"Is there anyone who can reach C-rank so quickly?"

"Where is he from?"

In an instant, everyone began to whisper, and Zhang Kai sat down proudly.

While Fang Zhixin was still flipping through a textbook that she couldn't understand, it was soon the turn of the table in front of them to introduce themselves.

The person sitting in front of Du Ruo stood up slowly. It seemed that there were not many D-level people. He spoke proudly:

"Hello everyone, my name is Liu Jiajie, I'm 16 years old, my talent is weapon construction, D-level."

Next came Du Ruo, who stood up with a little hesitation.

"Hello everyone, my name is Du Ruo, I'm 16 years old, and my talent is..." Du Ruo bit her lip, her voice getting smaller and smaller: "My talent is drawing a circle..."

The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became. Liu Jiajie in the front row burst out laughing: "Draw a circle? What kind of crappy skill is this?"

Xu Lu glared at Liu Jiajie to shut him up, and said soothingly, "Tell me slowly, don't rush."

Draw a circle? Fang Zhixin came back to his senses and asked curiously, "Draw a circle to bless you?"

Du Ruo shook his head and said coldly: "Draw a circle to curse you, D-level."

After he finished speaking, everyone in the class looked over with subtle expressions. A curse?

Du Ruo stood there, feeling the suffocating pressure like an overwhelming tidal wave. Everyone was looking at her, laughing at her, mocking and despising her. Scenes from the past emerged in her mind.

"Curse or something, just stay away from us."

"Miss, I'm your friend because your family is rich, but your talent is too unlucky."

"I was just lying to you. How could anyone want to team up with you? You curse people to avoid you, okay?"

.........

Stop looking, there's nothing good to see!

Du Ruo clasped her four fingers tightly into her palm and gritted her teeth. What was there to see? It was just a curse.

“Isn’t this the same idea?”

A lazy voice came to Du Ruo's ears and she turned around in surprise.

Seeing that everyone was still standing, Fang Zhixin reached out and pulled Du Ruo, asking her to sit down.

Someone sarcastically said, "Blessings and curses are different."

Du Ruo slapped the book on the table and was about to stand up, but Fang Zhixin stopped her and said lazily, "Oh, then I wish the person who just spoke, may the manhole cover fall when he goes out, may he choke when he drinks water, and may eat without salt."

The person who had just mocked stopped talking, and the others held back their laughter, and the depressing atmosphere was swept away.

After taking turns, it was Fang Zhixin's turn.

She stood up: "Hello everyone, my name is Fang Zhixin, I'm 16 years old, gifted space, D level."

"Tsk, it turns out he's a logistics guy." Liu Jiajie came again.

Fang Zhixin hadn't sat down yet, and said with a fake smile: "Then don't use your ability."

"You!" Liu Jiajie wanted to say something but was interrupted by the head teacher again.

Xu Lu coughed lightly and picked up the class list. There was one student left: "Okay, next one..."

No one answered.

"The next student is far away, isn't he here?"

"Report, I'm late."

A dull voice came from the door. A young man in plain clothes stood at the door with his head lowered, as if blocking the way of sunlight coming through from outside. His bangs slightly covered his eyes, and he looked very gloomy.

Xu Lu nodded calmly: "This won't happen again. Find a seat and introduce yourself briefly."

There weren't many people in the class, less than twenty in total, and now only the seats behind Fang Zhixin and the others were empty.

The young man nodded, his hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, and walked back. Fang Zhixin then discovered that this person's hair was purple, very dark. At a distance, he thought it was black.

"My name is Lu Yuan, I'm 16, Thunder attribute, C level."

The entire Class A was in an uproar.

"Another C-level? And he's a powerful thunder-type. He looks like a big shot." Fang Zhixin rubbed his chin.

The head teacher slammed the roster in his hand on the desk and swept a cold gaze over the classroom, and the classroom suddenly fell silent.

"Dongxia No. 1 University is the only university for gifted people established by the country. No matter which famous family you come from..."

Fang Zhixin turned his eyes away and said, "Don't look at me."

"Or is he a genius from some force..."

Zhang Kai in the corner had a look of disdain on his face.

"Or the forces that control the economic lifeline..."

Du Ruo pouted.

"Or maybe it was a recommendation from the military..."

Lu Yuan still kept his head down and remained silent.

"It doesn't make any sense here. Being able to enter Class A means that you are talented and can break through Class E and enter Class D immediately."

"Everyone has worked hard for five or six years and finally made it to this day. Dongxia's No. 1 University will not let you down."

"Next, you will receive the most rigorous training here. There will be a special instructor who will take you through the military training that is required for the first year of high school!"

"If you have any questions, you can talk to him, or you can come to me. Now, the rest of the time will be handed over to your instructor."

"You can get acquainted with each other first. He will be here shortly."