The First Academy in the Cultivation World

"You're awake!" Ling Yan'er looked at Dongfang Zichu: "Why didn't you come to sleep in the bed?"

Dongfang Zichu was also very surprised: "I fell asleep?"

Ling Yan'er nodded affirmatively.

Dongfang Zichu was even more puzzled. How many years had it been since he had slept normally?

"How long have I slept?" Dongfang Zichu asked.

Ling Yan'er shook her head: "I don't know what time you fell asleep last night, but it's eleven o'clock in the morning now."

Dongfang Zichu felt even more strange. When had he ever fallen into a deep sleep that lasted for hundreds of years?

Seeing that Dongfang Zichu had woken up, Ling Yaner asked, "Is there something wrong with your roots?"

Ling Yan'er handed the thick book, which had just been opened to the first page and hadn't even opened the table of contents, to Dongfang Zichu. She pointed at the small words and asked, "The book says that tree roots are the origin of all trees. Is that true?"

"For ordinary trees, yes." Dongfang Zichu said, "But for us, the tree heart is my origin."

"Tree heart?" Ling Yan'er flipped to the catalog.

This book actually wrote about the heart of the tree. Ling Yan'er quickly turned to the corresponding page, and Dongfang Zichu also followed Ling Yan'er and read it.

However, this book only writes about the importance of the tree heart, how and why the tree heart appears, how to protect the tree heart, and how to make the tree heart grow more healthily. It does not mention at all how the tree heart recovers after being injured.

Ling Yan'er was not very satisfied, but Dongfang Zichu was quite shocked. To put it bluntly, if he had read this book from the very beginning of his cultivation, he could have avoided many detours, and the ten thousand years of cultivation time could have been reduced by at least half.

Such knowledge could help him avoid many detours, but unfortunately, it is of no use to him now.

"Why do you have all kinds of books here?" Dongfang Zichu exclaimed.

Ling Yan'er answered as a matter of course, "Because it's a school. Schools are all-encompassing and teach all kinds of knowledge."

"Is that so?" Dongfang Zichu asked.

"Although it's said that a master can only lead the way, but cultivation is up to the individual, a good school and a good learning environment are also very important." Ling Yan'er said, "If everyone studies hard, those who don't will be seen as outliers. We must build a great school! Let everyone who wants to learn, as long as they are willing to pay for admission, can gain knowledge."

"Can the demon race also do it?" Dongfang Zichu asked.

"Of course you can. Although Long Xuyao ​​is a mixed-blood, he is also a demon." Ling Yan'er said: "By the way, it seems that you haven't met many of our students yet. Do you want to go to class with me tomorrow?"

Dongfang Zichu was also very curious about Ling Yan'er's teaching, so he nodded.

Ling Yan'er took out her cell phone and continued to search for the tree heart in the library, but this time no books popped up. It seemed that she had to find a way to help Dongfang Zichu recover.

Yes, things that are 10% off are not that easy to buy. Products sold at bargain prices are always problematic products. If you buy a bottle of milk for ten yuan in the supermarket, it is usually nearing its expiration date. It is normal to buy a problematic tree at 10% off.

Ling Yan'er stopped thinking about it. She still felt that there was something wrong with the roots, but with so many students still there, it would not be a good idea to just pull it out and have a look.

At least wait until the weekend when the students have gone home to watch it.

The next day, at seven o'clock, the wind chimes rang on time, but Ling Yan'er only remembered after the bell rang... Well, the first class was at seven o'clock.

Who stipulated that we have to go to class so early? Oh, it’s just me. That’s okay.

After quickly washing and changing clothes in ten minutes, Ling Yan'er grabbed Dongfang Zichu who was in the living room and ran downstairs.

Dongfang Zichu asked, "What was that ringing sound just now?"

"The class bell." Ling Yan'er answered while running.

Well... the bell rang, but the teacher didn't come. How normal! Teachers can be late, but students can't. It's such a double standard.

Ling Yan'er ran downstairs and went to the cafeteria instead of going to the classroom first.

"Aren't you going to the classroom?" Dongfang Zichu asked curiously.

Ling Yan'er said nonchalantly, "The first class of the morning reading is for self-study. We preview the textbook, finish homework, and chat. The teacher usually doesn't attend the class."

It's just the right time to have breakfast.

Ling Yan'er not only chose a breakfast for herself, but also asked Dongfang Zichu to choose one as well.

Dongfang Zichu had never seen many things here before, so he was indeed a little curious. Although he didn't have to eat, it didn't matter if he tried it.

After breakfast, Ling Yan'er went to the office. There was a textbook for each of the five subjects on her desk, and a copy of yesterday's class schedule was also on her desk. Not only her, but Hua Qingfeng also had a copy on his desk.

Because Dongfang Zichu is positioned as a mascot, there are no textbooks or timetables on his desk except for stuffed toys.

When the bell rang for the third time, the first formal class began. Ling Yan'er came to the classroom with a Chinese textbook and Dongfang Zichu on her shoulder.

"Today is the first formal class. The previous one was a self-study class, meaning everyone studied on their own." Ling Yan'er said, "From now on, when the bell rings and the teacher enters the classroom, the class monitor will call out, 'Stand Up,' and then everyone will stand and say 'Hello, Teacher.' Then the teacher will say 'Hello, everyone.' Only after the teacher says 'Sit Down,' will everyone sit down and class will begin."

A sense of ritual is essential!

Ling Yan'er placed Dongfang Zichu on the desk, took out the textbook and opened it to page five.

Then he said to everyone: "In Chinese class, let's start with the initials and finals. Open your textbooks and go to the first chapter."

Then in one Chinese class, we learned three characters, "a o e", and read these three characters back and forth for at least twenty minutes. Then we gave them homework. In the remaining twenty minutes, students were asked to do their homework, write their names on the cover of their homework book, and then open the book and copy each character ten times.

The other children were fine, but Liu Yixian and Long Xuyao ​​were really scared.

But they really didn't understand what the other party was teaching. Although everyone was able to remember it after Ling Yan'er read it once, but... reading it over and over again was really torturous.

When it was time to write, they finished quickly and then asked Ling Yan'er how to hand in the homework.

Ling Yan'er asked them to bring it up, then corrected it on the spot and placed it on the desk.

After handing in their homework, the two of them started practicing in the classroom. After all, the spiritual energy in the classroom was thicker than in other places, but Ling Yan'er didn't care about this.

The current distribution of spiritual power is: cafeteria < yard < dormitory < library < classroom < demon-suppressing tower.

Yes, the spiritual power of the Demon-Suppressing Tower is the highest.

第二堂课的数学又教了阿拉伯数字的“1 2 3 4 5”，同样是前面二十分钟教怎么读怎么写，剩下的二十分钟写课堂作业。

The third painting class taught how to draw simple sketches, such as the sun, flowers, clouds, houses, trees, etc. This was quite fun. Ling Yan'er drew on it herself and let the children draw freely.