The System Takes Me to Practice

Three days passed quickly. During these three days, Tu Huang Guo Yangwen did not reply, and Yang Fan thought he had forgotten it.

There is no way, the Tu Emperor is too strong, if he enters the tomb rashly, he might find out. So be safe, Yang Fan had to wait.

Just yesterday, the vice hospital Tuoba Xiuhua and the sloppy old man Song Yongshou approached Yang Fan, hoping that Yang Fan could give a lecture. In the light of the reason that nothing happened, Yang Fan agreed. However, he also has a requirement, that is, if there is a teacher watching, he must not make any noise, and he must not interfere with what he does.

Faced with this strange request, the two expressed no objections.

On this day, Yang Fan walked in the Sacred Heart Academy as usual.

At this moment, Yang Fan saw the entrance of the academy. They were not wearing the exclusive student costumes of the Sacred Heart Academy.

Isn't it from the college?

Yang Fan was puzzled.

It just so happened that at this moment, a passing sixth-grade student bowed his hand to a young and energetic student with bangs.

"Meet Ubara-senpai!"

The sixth-grade students were very humble, as if they were his master before him.

"Senior? Is there any high-level student above the sixth grade?"

Yang Fan pulled a second-grade student who happened to pass by, and after some inquiries, Yang Fan learned that there was a special-grade student above the sixth grade.

These special class students are all sixth-grade students who have graduated, but for some reason, they did not leave, but chose to stay, and did not become the mentor of the college.

Make an analogy.

The sixth-grade students are PhDs, so the special students are post-doctors.

A postdoc is not a degree, but a position with scientific research experience.

Therefore, strictly speaking, special class students are no longer trainees or tutors, but they usually do some work as tutors.

The reason why these special class students are still staying in the academy is because they feel that they haven't learned enough, and they don't have such a way to improve quickly after they go out.

But the Sacred Heart Academy does not raise idlers, so the top students will help to do what they can.

Take the group of special students that Yang Fan just saw.

Not long ago, on behalf of the Sacred Heart Academy, they went to some disciples of the Alchemist's Union in the Fire Country to conduct a discussion. It was called academic argumentation. To put it bluntly, it was to compete with alchemy.

Ten people headed by Ikuhara had a very obvious look on their faces, especially that Ikuhara, who saw someone so respectful and self-conscious about him.

In fact, the pharmacists of this group of special students are students of the sloppy old man Matsungsho, and they ceased to be as they were promoted to the special students. However, in their hearts, Matsunagasho has been regarded as a master.

"Senior Uhara, I heard some students in the lower grades say that there will be a class on alchemy the day after tomorrow, which will be held in the assembly room."

Lesson about alchemy? Is it the master?

Yu Yuan was surprised.

As the former mentor of these people, Mr. Matsunaga understands that this kind of opportunity is very rare.

Although they were taught by Matsuyoshi Shou, the time that Matsuyoshi taught them would not exceed a month, and many of them were learning how to make alchemy by themselves.

Among the many students taught by Matsunaga Shou, Uhara has the highest rank, reaching the fifth rank, and will soon be promoted to the sixth rank.

Sixth-rank pharmacist, even among some top powers, is the treatment of the inner sect elder.

Therefore, Ikuhara is very arrogant to dismiss all alchemists except Matsunaga, even at this time with other special students in his team.

As the only seventh-rank alchemist in the Sacred Heart Academy, Matsunaga is very busy, and some low-rank alchemists need to be responsible for the supply of pills for the entire Sacred Heart Academy, and some students are participating. But even so, the pill of the Sacred Heart Academy is still in short supply. After half a month of hard work, it barely meets the consumption of the entire Sacred Heart Academy, but it is even more impossible to stock it.

Therefore, the college will increase the degree used to frame the graduates of the special students.

"I know."

Yu Yuan thought quickly in his heart, then said.

The sixth-grade students left respectfully.

Soon, the ten special-class students headed by Yu Yuan left, and Yang Fan saw all of these in his eyes.

What Yu Yuan didn't expect was that when the day after tomorrow he would find that the instructor responsible for teaching alchemy was not Song Yongju, but Yang Fanshi, he didn't know how he would feel.

Time passed quickly, and two days passed again. Today is the seventh day that Yang Fan came to the Sacred Heart Academy.

Near noon, the weather was clear and the sun was high, making people want to sleep. Yang Fan lay on a rock in the shade of a tree, closing his eyes and resting.

The alchemy class in the meeting room was scheduled at noon, and many students who knew the news came to the meeting room in advance.

The meeting room is very large and can accommodate ten thousand people watching at the same time. But at this time the meeting room was full, and many people were standing or sitting, and some people simply flew in the air because there was no place.

Just behind the meeting room, there is a small house where only some senior college officials can enter. The entire meeting room can be observed directly from the room.

In the room, there are three deputy deans and five other teachers from the Spark Academy.

Soon it was noon, but in the room, the senior management of Sacred Heart Academy did not see Yang Fan.

"Strange, why isn't this Monkey King coming yet?"

Senior tutor Tang An complained.

"hold on!"

Tuoba Xiuhua stroked his beard, his expression relaxed and cozy.

After another half an hour, Yang Fan hadn't arrived yet, even Tuoba Xiuhua couldn't sit still.

"Teacher Song, didn't you tell Monkey King the time for class today?"

Tuoba Xiuhua quickly asked Song Yongju.

With a clunk in his heart, Matsunagashou closed his eyes, with a bad feeling, he opened his eyes suddenly and glared at Tuoba Xiuhua.

"Associate Dean, I thought you told Xiaoyou Sun, so I didn't tell him."

"No! Sun Wukong must not know that the alchemy class has already started. Quickly let someone call, no, please come. Forget it, I will go personally."

Tuoba Xiuhua changed his mouth twice in a row, and disappeared in the next second.

At the same time, in the meeting room, many students of different grades began to be a little impatient and chattering.

"Instructor Song hasn't come yet?"

"What are you doing, it's been more than half an hour, why haven't you started?"

"Just, wasting my time."

The voice of the person who said these words was very small, for fear that he would offend Matsunaga.

In the middle of the front row of the meeting room, there is the special student Ikuhara, or in other words, the first three rows are all the special students, but the first row is the seat where the special students who are good at alchemy can sit. It is a rule formed over time.