Chapter 2: 1.2

As soon as the bell rang, the teacher took his textbook and rushed to the homeroom teacher to report the situation.

 

A dozen boys and girls gathered around the last table.

 

“My Lord, this place is dangerous. How can we get back?”

 

“Life here was unfamiliar and everyone have different appearances and identities. It was a blessing to still be able to meet you all”

 

“What Sect Leader Yu said is very ture.”

 

“Amitabha, since we have come to this place, it must be fate. We might as well observe the situation for a while, and maybe we can find a way back”

 

Everyone all spoke their opinions.

 

They were originally martial arts warriors, and before the war between good and evil, they needed to choose a new alliance leader. After losing to Song Zhaolan one by one, he was chosen as the leader of the alliance and joined forces to besiege the nest of the demon sect.

 

When the two sides were fighting to the death, all of a sudden, dark clouds rolled and thunder rumbled, the sky appeared to have been ripped open, and the golden light leaked, bringing them all to this place.

 

Song Zhaolan said to the monk: “What Master Mingdeng said is true. Let’s get used to life here first.”

 

Everyone nodded, looking around and out the window, feeling what the new environment was like, as well as the others’ sympathetic yet amusing gaze in the classroom.

 

In the corridor, people come and go, in groups of twos and threes, smiling and talking.

 

“Have you heard? Class A has driven the teacher crazy again, ha ha ha!”

 

“It’s really amazing. Class F downstairs just made an English teacher go crazy, let’s hurry to  see the excitement!”

 

The corridors upstairs and downstairs were so lively that other students jostled in two places, even the birds in the trees were blown away by their noses.

 

A plump white pigeon emerged from nowhere and circled in the air, drawing the attention of the students, one after another lying on the railing and waving at.

 

“Coo, coo.” The white pigeon flapped around for a while, and finally landed on Class A’s windowsill, “coo coo coo.”

 

A slender hand held its plump body down and removed a bamboo tube tied to its leg, and a small roll of paper fell out.

 

There were eight words written on it —— Three quarter rooster hour, meet in the grove.

(TL: three quarter rooster hour: is around 17:45 to 19:45)

“It was from the demon sect.” Song Zhaolan spoke calmly.

 

As soon as that phrase came out, they suddenly quieted down.

 

Xue Canming, the young disciple of the Qing Tong clan, who was in the first row that asked the teacher the question, looked at the paper and laughed, ” Everyone be ready at the three quarter rooster hour. We must take down these thieves this time!”

 

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Everyone clasped their fist, “Yes!”

 

In the last class, Xue Canming sneaked up to sit next to Song Zhaolan, planning to ask him how to duel later.

 

Seeing Song Zhaolan burying his head in his painting with seriousness, he leaned over and said, “What are you painting, my lord?”

 

Song Zhaolan beckoned him to see it himself.

 

Xue Canming took a closer look, it was a yellow round cake, and two words were written on the bottom for remarks—egg tarts.

 

“What is this?”

 

“It’s delicious.” Song Zhaolan said, “I ate it in the canteen yesterday.”

“The beef noodle in the canteen is good too.” Xue Canming said.

 

“Really? Which window is it?”

 

“The third from the left” . … Wait, I’m here to talk about a duel! “My lord, do you think it would be better for us to fight one-on-one or a group attack?”

 

Song Zhaolan reflected for a while, frowning: “Nonsense. The third one on the left is obviously for spicy sour noodles.”

 

Xue Canming: “… … ”

 

Pardon him, he had forgotten that the position of the alliance leader was the result of everyone coaxing Song Zhaolan into it after a few meals.

 

With a casual glance, Xue canming’s eyes suddenly stopped and stared out of the window

 

Song Zhaolan looked sideways, and saw a man standing at the back door. His face was exposed in the small square window, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and slightly high cheekbones. Like the devil in Shura’s hell, he could eat a man in one gulp.

 

And those dark and terrifying eyes were staring at their every move at this time.

 

He was no other than the homeroom teacher of class A.

 

Every now and then, he appeared around the classroom, his movements were unpredictable, his eyes were fierce. He observed every person who made a small move.

 

Under such a majestic and terrifying sight, Song Zhaolan and Xue Canming slowly lowered their heads.

 

Xue Canming couldn’t help but silently thought: what a good teammate it would be if the head teacher could appear in their Jianghu. With only one look, he could suppress the demonic sect!

 

Finally, when the bell rang after class, the teacher was about to drag the class, when he suddenly saw this group of people standing up together and rushing out.

 

Let’s just say there were no rules, they kept in a perfect formation even when they escaped.

 

“Hey, come back! I’ll talk for two more minutes, just two more minutes, it won’t be long!”

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