The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 211 - 175

Lan Tian stood up and followed the homeroom teacher to the office. Mr. Zhang, seeing that Lan Tian was ignoring him, shrugged and trailed behind leisurely towards the office. Once the classmates could no longer see Lan Tian and the others, they burst into excitement, discussing the developments of the situation.

Lan Tian realized they were not heading towards the homeroom teacher’s office as the scenery on the way felt unfamiliar. After passing the garden up ahead, she saw the round-domed building and finally knew where they were going.

She had been here once before, the time Lin Guohao brought her for an exam.

"Would you like to switch to the sciences?" Mr. Zhang asked out of habit.

"Sure!" Lan Tian replied casually. She was pressed for time and had no patience to indulge in his game of question and answer.

Huh?

After getting her agreement, Mr. Zhang was stunned. He stared at Lan Tian, speechless. He had been asking her for a year, and Lan Tian had never agreed, treating him as if he were thin air—completely ignoring him. So he really just asked out of habit because he knew Lan Tian would not agree.

Another reason he teased Lan Tian was that she clearly wanted to hit him, yet she fiercely held back, the expression on her face really resembled the cat he used to have. When that cat was teased to anger, it had exactly this look—all claws out and then retracted.

Mr. Zhang touched his nose. Now that Lan Tian had agreed, why did he feel so stifled?

"Let’s not talk about this," he said, with the college entrance exams around the corner, it didn’t matter anymore whether or not she chose the sciences, "sigh, who did you offend so badly that they’re coming at you with such force?"

Mr. Zhang put his hands behind his head and walked backward, looking at Lan Tian, "So you really got married? To a soldier, tsk tsk tsk, not to criticize you, but what kind of taste is that? What did I tell you before? You should’ve joined the sciences. We may not have much, but we do have a lot of boys; all kinds of types are available. You could pick any one and they’d be better than a soldier." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

After a year, her power had grown. Lan Tian raised an eyebrow—her power had grown too. This year’s practice of the Cleansing Heart Technique had not been in vain. As her master said, a multitude of red dust polishes the heart, trials of life and death forge the Dao, refining towards the carefree Immortal Dao.

"Mr. Zhang, please mind your language." The homeroom teacher, leading the way in front, felt his veins pulsing ’pop pop pop’ on his forehead and he reminded through gritted teeth.

It was chaotic enough already. He didn’t need Mr. Zhang adding to the chaos. He had always had high hopes for Lan Tian as a student and did not want her to be ruined by rumors and gossip.

"Just look, one can’t even speak the truth anymore. As teachers, we should set examples, and lying is not good. Do you think what I said is wrong? Come on, let’s have a good discussion about it. Our school is the top educational institution in Shanghai, gathering talents from all over Jiangnan and beyond. The sciences is at the center of this gathering of talent..."

The homeroom teacher’s face was as black as the bottom of a pot. When would this ever end?

"We’re here." Lan Tian cut off Mr. Zhang’s lengthy speech and took the lead going inside. After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned back to look at him, "Mr. Zhang, you’re very noisy. Personally, I think you promoting the boys in the sciences is not as effective as promoting yourself. After all, I haven’t seen the boys in the sciences, so I can’t speak to their looks, but I’ve seen you; you’re decent-looking, just far too noisy for my liking. I don’t like men who are too noisy."

Then she gracefully walked off, leaving the homeroom teacher and Mr. Zhang disheveled in her wake.

The homeroom teacher looked at Mr. Zhang, then at Lan Tian’s retreating figure. What did that mean? Was this leading towards a student-teacher romance? He touched his chest, feeling a bit overwhelmed. This student had always been well-behaved, sensible, got along harmoniously with classmates, and her academic achievements were indisputable—always first in her grade each year.

So was this excessive stimulation and a case of giving up in despair? The homeroom teacher felt an even sharper pain in his chest.

Mr. Zhang stroked his chin in thought. Is he that noisy?

In the principal’s office, Lan Tian sat casually, the tense homeroom teacher sat on the left, and Mr. Zhang was nestled into the sofa on the right, propping his head with one hand and comfortably crossing his legs. The principal sat opposite them.

After the three came in, the principal asked them to sit down and cool off while he boiled water for tea, pouring each of them a cup. "Girl, try it, the new tea your grandpa has given me."

Mr. Mo wasn’t stingy, having scraped together some fine tea from Lan Tian and shared a bit with several old comrades. Lan Tian picked up the cup for a light taste—the Spiritual Tea was harvested from a few tea bushes she planted under Little Tao, not high in spiritual energy, specifically for family use.

"How is it?" the principal asked.

"Very suitable for you to drink," Lan Tian replied.

Was this the rhythm of making a statement through tea? The homeroom teacher was so anxious, Principal, you’ve gone off-topic and soared to the skies—we didn’t come here to talk about this.

"Principal, isn’t it time to discuss the matter at hand?" The homeroom teacher held his teacup, his expression wooden and gaze deep, looking at the principal.

Principal chuckled, "Xiao He, you should really learn from your student, getting flustered over a small matter. The tea is good, just not enough of it," he said, glancing at Lan Tian.

Lan Tian maintained her composure, as if she hadn’t heard the principal’s words. Mr. Zhang sipped his tea, watching from the sidelines.

The homeroom teacher was infuriated, apparently Lan Tian isn’t your student, talking without feeling the pain. He spoke again, cutting off the principal’s words, "Principal, what do you think we should do about this situation?"

"Girl, what do you think?" The principal squinted his eyes, smiling amiably, kicking the ball to Lan Tian.

Lan Tian snorted. What a sly fox. She blinked innocently and asked blankly, "Think about what? Oh right, Principal, did you call me here for something?"

"Pfft"

Mr. Zhang nearly spat out his tea. Lan Tian turned her head and gave him a cold, expressionless look. The homeroom teacher’s face stiffened, the principal glared at his nephew, and Mr. Zhang nonchalantly patted his chest, coughing and pointing at the teacup, "The tea is too hot."

So he coughed because he was scalded by the tea, not because he laughed at Lan Tian’s words. Heaven and earth as my witness, Mr. Zhang sincerely pointed at the teacup, "Really, it scalded me."

The homeroom teacher turned to look at the principal with towering anger, "Principal, this matter has had a terrible impact, not only affecting the school’s reputation but also harming my student even more. I demand severe punishment for those who maliciously spread rumors and slander, to give my student justice."

Having just burst out with bravado, setting his sights on Mr. Zhang, one can imagine how much the student was affected.

The principal glanced at the calm and composed Lan Tian, remembering the call he made to Old Mo a few days ago, telling him about this matter. Lan Tian was a promising student, and with proper nurturing, her future was immeasurable. He feared the school’s gossip would ruin her.

Old Mo responded back then, "Old comrade, to tell you the truth, my granddaughter is indeed married. Her husband is that soldier who accompanied her to the exams. I kept it from you because the child is still young and I was worried about her being ostracized by the students. It was an unnecessary worry; she never cares about these trifles. Anyway, the school has no rule against students getting married, so do as you see fit regarding the situation."

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