Teacher 123

Song Qingzhu was clearly accustomed to such attention. She cast a faint, indifferent glance at the students in the class—since Lin Qi had changed his appearance, she naturally failed to recognize her old friend.

Lin Qi did not attempt to reveal his identity to her either; there was no need for it.

"Let me introduce myself first," Song Qingzhu said as she turned around and wrote the three characters for "Song Qingzhu" in large strokes on the blackboard.

"This is my name. I am a Black Iron member of Tianji, and I will be your martial arts instructor for this final academic year. My skills may not be exceptional, but they should be more than enough to teach you. I hope everyone will cooperate so we can get through this year peacefully," Song Qingzhu said with a stern expression.

"Instructor Song, you are too modest!"

"Forget about your skills not being exceptional; even if you had no skills at all, we would still be happy to attend your class!"

"That's right! Even if you were just teaching us aerobics, we’d still be eager to learn!"

The male students in the class were clamoring again. Song Qingzhu tapped the podium and called for silence twice, but some were still grinning and acting out.

Her face darkened. With a sharp flick of her fingers, several silver needles shot out, and one of the male students was unfortunately struck.

"Ah—" The boy let out a pained cry, blood streaming from his forehead and chest.

Although Song Qingzhu had intentionally avoided any lethal points, it was still more than enough to make him suffer.

"Quiet," Song Qingzhu said again.

The room fell into instant silence; everyone finally realized that this beautiful instructor was not someone to be trifled with.

"Now, I will take attendance to get to know you all." Song Qingzhu picked up the roster on the podium and began reading the names one by one.

"Ji Dongqiang!"

"Here—"

It was the same boy who had been struck by the needles. He was currently wincing in pain as he pulled the silver needles out one by one, then applied medicine and bandaged himself. This was an essential part of the training curriculum, so he was quite practiced at it.

"Huang Aixue!"

"Wu Rong!"

"Zou Li!"

Song Qingzhu called out several more names, looking up at each student as she did so. With only ten people in total, it wasn't difficult to commit their names and faces to memory.

Soon, Song Qingzhu reached a name: "Lin... Lin Qi."

Her voice trembled slightly as she said the name, and she quickly looked up to find its owner.

"Here," Lin Qi replied.

Song Qingzhu looked at Lin Qi, a faint, subtle confusion in her eyes.

Lin Qi gave her a small smile.

With that single smile, Song Qingzhu understood everything.

She smiled back, then continued reading the names: "Miao Hongyi!"

The roll call for the ten students finished quickly, and Song Qingzhu had firmly memorized everyone's appearance.

She then began the lesson. Martial arts training was divided into theory and practice.

Since Song Qingzhu had already demonstrated her prowess by poking several bloody holes in Ji Dongqiang, no one dared to look down on her, and they listened intently during her lecture.

Once the theory was finished, it was time for practice.

The students pushed their desks aside to clear a space in the middle of the classroom. Song Qingzhu demonstrated the techniques, and the students followed along.

Those who could enter the Tianji training facility were geniuses among geniuses, so even though they had only been studying for four years, their movements were already quite polished and vigorous.

To Lin Qi, however, these were merely crude skills, barely qualifying as third-rate martial arts.

Lin Qi had no desire to waste his time on this. After watching for a while, he retreated to a corner, took out some books on business, and began to read.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why aren't you listening to Instructor Song's lecture?" Ji Dongqiang immediately pointed at him and shouted.

Ever since being struck by Song Qingzhu's needles, this fellow had become her loyal devotee and was the first to jump out to defend her.

"None of your business..." Lin Qi glanced at him and lowered his head back to his book.

"What did you say?!" Ji Dongqiang couldn't believe that a newly transferred student would dare to be so insolent and disrespectful toward him.

Song Qingzhu was one thing, but who the hell did this guy think he was?

Fuming with rage, Ji Dongqiang rolled up his sleeves and marched toward Lin Qi. The others watched with a "here comes the show" attitude.

"Ji Dongqiang, stop right there!" Song Qingzhu commanded coldly.

"Instructor Song, he..." Ji Dongqiang tried to defend himself, but Song Qingzhu interrupted, "Who is the instructor here, you or me?"

"Of course, you are, Instructor," Ji Dongqiang said quickly.

"If I haven't disciplined him, what right do you have to?" Song Qingzhu asked sternly.

Ji Dongqiang didn't dare say another word, but he gave Lin Qi a resentful glare. He couldn't understand why Song Qingzhu wasn't doing anything about this guy.

Song Qingzhu continued to demonstrate the martial arts, while Lin Qi sat quietly in the corner reading.

Ji Dongqiang felt increasingly unbalanced, especially after Lin Qi's earlier remark, which filled him with a grudge.

He barely managed to wait until class was over. After everyone finished their meal in the cafeteria, Ji Dongqiang gathered a few friends, intending to find Lin Qi and settle the score.

"We have to teach that guy a lesson!" Ji Dongqiang seethed with anger. Being bullied by a new student was simply intolerable!