Qin Ye Xuan stood at the door, still smiling, "What was the last class? Teacher Wang?"
Wang Jia Qian was furious, "It was an introductory professional course for the Traditional Chinese Medicine department, Fundamentals of Pharmacology. If you really want to achieve something in this field, this is the most important subject."
Although Wang Jia Qian's tone was unpleasant and her attitude was overbearing, she truly had the student's best interests at heart.
The Traditional Chinese Medicine department was a broad category, encompassing acupuncture, massage, pharmacology, and some knowledge of Western medicine integration.
However, what truly facilitated employment and allowed students in this major to make a living was pharmacology.
"If you study pharmacology well, at the very least, you can sell medicine at a large pharmacy!"
Wang Jia Qian urged him earnestly.
Qin Ye Xuan responded with an "Oh," "Pharmacology? I don't need to attend that class."
What?
Wang Jia Qian's eyes widened.
Inside the classroom, the girls from Class One had fascinating expressions.
Some watched with amusement, others with disdain, and some were secretly taking pictures of Qin Ye Xuan's good looks.
In short, no one thought he would be a good student.
Qin Ye Xuan continued to explain earnestly, "In terms of medical skills, I dare say I'm the best among the living. I'm simply too familiar with Traditional Chinese Medicine. In fact, many textbooks and classic传承 of the Grand Masters of Traditional Chinese Medicine were personally compiled by me."
Boom!
The entire room erupted in laughter.
Wang Jia Qian couldn't hold back, "You, you've written Traditional Chinese Medicine textbooks?"
"Yes, for example, 'The Thousand Autumns of Golden Needles,' 'Ghost Gate Needling Technique,' 'Treatise on Winter and Summer Herbs,' 'Discourse on the Twelve Meridians,' 'Ghost Valley Golden Prescriptions'..." Qin Ye Xuan rattled off more than ten classic titles, "Those were all passed down by me."
Wang Jia Qian was stunned again, "You, you really know quite a few classic titles?"
A girl below suppressed her laughter, "Teacher, he was secretly looking at his phone just now. Anyone can find it on Baidu. I could name over a hundred if you give me a phone."
Fine!
Wang Jia Qian felt she was being teased.
Qin Ye Xuan said helplessly, "I was looking at my phone because a disciple is coming to Chaoge. He just texted me."
"How old are you? Classmate Qin, where did you get a disciple from?"
Qin Ye Xuan fell silent.
He couldn't possibly say that the famous marshal Li Tian Xing, whom the entire city was welcoming, was actually his disciple, could he?
"In short, I'm invincible in Traditional Chinese Medicine. Teacher Wang, if you don't believe me, you can ask the Song family. I'm the one who treated Song Shi Xiong."
Hahaha, hahaha...
This time, the laughter grew even louder.
"Handsome Qin, if you could cure Song Shi Xiong, why are you still studying here? Hurry up and go ask the Song family for money."
Some girls, however, remembered something, "Wait, the famous beautiful CEO Song Qing Ya actually brought him gifts."
"Tsk, that's because he plays games well, and Song Qing Ya wants to recruit him to her e-sports team!"
Wang Jia Qian lost the energy to deal with Qin Ye Xuan. She signaled everyone to be quiet and pointed to a small seat next to the lectern, "That's the assistant's seat. You'll sit there from now on, and I'll keep an eye on you!"
This kind of seat was called a "prime seat" in primary and secondary schools, specifically for the most mischievous students.
Qin Ye Xuan sat down at the small desk, originally facing the students, but now he had to turn around to face Wang Jia Qian.
Wang Jia Qian ascended the large lectern, standing tall.
Qin Ye Xuan's seat was low, down the steps and very close to the lectern. He could only look up at the beautiful teacher from this angle.
Hmm?
He suddenly felt awkward.
From this upward-looking perspective, he clearly saw a large tear in Wang Jia Qian's jeans, right on the inside of her thigh, visible only from his position.
The tear exposed tender skin.
Qin Ye Xuan immediately stood up.
Wang Jia Qian was furious, "Classmate Qin, what are you doing now?"
"I'm a bit sleepy. I'll stand and listen to the lecture," Qin Ye Xuan said, touching his nose and hinting to her.
"What are you winking and blinking for?" Wang Jia Qian banged her textbook hard on the desk.
Qin Ye Xuan could only walk over and whisper in her ear, "Your pants have a tear, and also, if you wear any skirts, my seat can see everything."
Ah!
Wang Jia Qian's face flushed red. She looked down and saw that her pants were indeed torn.
Then she looked at Classmate Qin's seat, which could indeed see her in a compromising position.
She suddenly felt a surge of warmth.
Although this child was mischievous and shameless, and had run for school heartthrob out of vanity, his character wasn't bad.
The other girls in Class One of Traditional Chinese Medicine were all well-behaved. This was the only problematic student, so she had to nurture him well.
Wang Jia Qian tightened the unfamiliar jacket given to her by a stranger and found a strip of cloth to tie up the tear in her pants.
Qin Ye Xuan had already moved his seat. Wang Jia Qian felt another warmth in her heart, and then she began her lecture.
The course she taught was called Chinese Classical Philosophy.
Although it had "philosophy" in the name, it mainly taught Chinese cultural cultivation. It seemed that this Teacher Wang came from an arts background and had profound attainments in aesthetics.
Qin Ye Xuan watched her for a while and noticed an old injury in her foot.
Mm, she came from a dance background, classical dance then ballet, but injured her foot and was forced to become a teacher.
Her past life might have been that of a graceful ballet artist.
"Qin Sheng, you're spacing out again!"
Wang Jia Qian, from across the lectern, bent over and tapped his head.
Qin Ye Xuan's eyes flickered. Deep in thought, he almost retaliated.
Forcibly suppressing the mysterious power within him, he broke out in a cold sweat.
He had been spacing out a lot lately.
Wang Jia Qian was lecturing on Chinese zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. At this moment, she put on a stern face, "You don't think zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting are things for girls, do you?"
Qin Ye Xuan smiled, "Of course not. The idea that accomplished ladies play the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, or that courtesans practiced them diligently, is laughable."
He glanced at his constantly vibrating phone, which was full of messages from Li Tian Xing.
But he casually put it down and couldn't help but speak eloquently, "In fact, zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting were originally courses that ancient male scholars had to learn. The zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting, these are the Four Studies of the Great Xia scholars."
Wang Jia Qian was dumbfounded.
Although she knew about these things, Qin Ye Xuan explained them better than she did.
Qin Ye Xuan started from the origins of zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and went on to discuss the various studies within the zither.
At this point, the other students were listening intently.
Even some passing students from other departments couldn't help but come in and sit on the side to listen.
This isn't right! What is this?
Wang Jia Qian was extremely embarrassed, "Stop! Did you search for this on your phone again?"
Qin Ye Xuan had been looking at his phone all along.
"Teacher Wang, I was just proving that I don't need to study anymore. How about this, I have something to attend to, so I'll take my leave."
Qin Ye Xuan stood up to leave.
"You stop right there!"
Wang Jia Qian was determined to regain her authority as a teacher, "Just searching Baidu and bragging is nothing. I'll immediately get a zither and show you who truly has skill!"
The beautiful teacher was actually a little flustered. While fetching the zither, she reassured herself, "I can't lose to a student who just searches for information. Damn it, why does he explain it better than me?"
After the zither was brought, Qin Ye Xuan had already received more messages from his disciples.
He really had to go and see Li Tian Xing.
"Teacher Wang, you play a piece first, and then I'll play one. If everyone says mine is better, can I choose freely for your classes in the future?"
Wang Jia Qian looked at him, and her confidence returned.
She had been practicing the zither since she was young and had even won first prize in the Chaoge Zither Competition.
Even if this student had been playing the zither since he was in the womb, he definitely wouldn't be better than her!
"Alright, then let's have a competition!"