Chapter 4

If this continues, the phone will eventually run out of power and shut down.

Wouldn't the way back to Earth be cut off?

He looked worried.

Time passed.

The class was soon coming to an end.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class.

It was finally time to go home.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson."

The old instructor, Ding San Shi, habitually took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

"Students, the [Basic Sword Technique Close Combat Three-Step] has been fully explained and demonstrated. You must practice diligently over these three days to achieve good results in the mid-year competition. As you all know, this competition is the sole criterion for the academy to select participants for the [Tianjiao Contention Battle]. If you can stand out in the competition, you will have the chance to represent the academy and participate in the highest honor battle sequence for the young warriors of Yunmeng City..."

The students were stirred by the old instructor's words.

The [Tianjiao Contention Battle].

The dream of all the young men and women in Yunmeng City.

And the dream of countless young men and women in the Northern Sea Empire, representing the highest honor battlefield for the young generation of warriors.

The old instructor, Ding San Shi, nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, his gaze swept across the room and landed on Lin Beichen.

This guy is still daydreaming.

Is this tolerable?

The old instructor almost lost control and wanted to rush over to rub this brain-dead guy's face on the ground a hundred times.

But thinking of the instructions given to him by Lord Zhantian before he left, Ding San Shi had to suppress his anger.

He cleared his throat and forced a gentle tone, "Lin Beichen, since you transferred to this school a year ago, you have scored zero in every theoretical exam, and your practical combat skills are a complete mess with no wins. You are the oldest in the class, yet you are only a Level 1 Warrior. You are neither good at academics nor martial arts, and you don't even pay attention in class. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Not really."

Lin Beichen, engrossed in his phone, replied absentmindedly without lifting his head.

"You..."

Ding San Shi was speechless.

This little brat.

Ah, I can't take it anymore.

His voice rose an octave as he roared, "Your father, Lord Zhantian, is one of the ten famous generals of the empire, defending the borders and shedding blood and sweat for the country. Your sister, Lin Tingchan, is a legend and pride of the young generation of swordsmen in our Fengyu Province. And you, as the legitimate son of a marquis, have created such a disgraceful record and are completely indifferent?"

"What should I do then?"

Lin Beichen

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asked impatiently, "Creating such a record, am I proud? No, I'm not."

"You..."

The old instructor, Ding San Shi, was speechless again.

Listen!

Is this human talk?

"Lin Beichen, don't forget that you have already been expelled from the Provincial First and Second Junior Colleges. If you are expelled from our Third College, according to the imperial law, you will no longer have the right to study at any college."

The old instructor roared with anger, his hair standing on end.

Crack, crack, crack.

That was the sound of his tightly clenched fists.

He was afraid that he would lose control and rush over to punch this rich brat to death.

At this moment, Lin Beichen finally put down his phone.

He stood up and rebutted with a firm voice.

"Expelled, so what?"

"Who am I?"

"The legitimate son of Lord Zhantian!"

"What does it mean to be a legitimate son, do you understand?"

"I, Lin Beichen, am the handsome man who will eventually inherit the title of Lord Zhantian. Hehe, at that time, even if I do nothing, I will still live a life of luxury, with a large harem and a retinue of guards. I can sleep until I wake up naturally and count money until my hands cramp... Why should I work hard to study and cultivate?"

"Cultivation is impossible, it will never happen in this life."

"Even if I starve to death, die outside, or jump from here, I will not be as unambitious as you all, cultivating every day."

His passionate declaration echoed in the classroom.

Thus, under the beautiful early summer sun, in the sacred and solemn second-year classroom, under the stunned gaze of all sixty students, the old instructor, Ding San Shi, with fifteen years of rich teaching experience, was defeated without a chance against this top rich brat of Yunmeng City.

The classroom seemed to echo with Lin Beichen's passionate declaration for a long time.

Ding San Shi clutched his heart and leaned on the podium.

At this moment—

Bang!

The door was slammed open.

"Master, Master, something terrible has happened..."

A hoarse cry pierced the tranquility of the classroom, and a thin, old man with shifty eyes rushed in in a panic.

"Steward Wang?"

Lin Beichen was taken aback.

He recognized the old man who rushed in as the head steward of Lord Zhantian's mansion.

"Master, something terrible has happened, the sky is falling..."

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Steward Wang, seeing Lin Beichen, rushed over without a word and started crying, hugging his leg.

"You dog, get away, you're smearing snot all over my school uniform... Don't touch me." Lin Beichen kicked the old man away with a look of disgust and said, "What do you mean the sky is falling? Speak clearly, or I'll break your legs."

He acted very cruelly.

There was no choice; his current persona was that of a arrogant rich brat.

If he didn't act in character, his persona would collapse.

If his persona collapsed, he would be suspected.

And there was a risk of being taken to the temple square to be burned alive.

"Master, Lord has run into trouble. Just now, an imperial envoy came to the mansion with a large group of people, reading out the imperial edict. It said that Lord, on the front lines, disobeyed orders, acted on his own, and fell into an ambush, resulting in the complete annihilation of 50,000 elite troops. Lord fled in fear of punishment... The mansion has been sealed, servants have been dismissed, and Lord's title has been revoked..."

Steward Wang wailed like a funeral mourner.

What?

Lin Beichen was greatly shocked.

"Wait, you dog, stop wailing... Quickly, did the edict mention me?"

He asked hurriedly.

This is the rhythm of exterminating the family.

As the legitimate son of a criminal, wouldn't I be caught by the emperor and executed?

If so, I need to escape immediately.

Steward Wang wailed and said, "It mentioned you, saying that considering you are a brain-dead person, you are demoted to a commoner, not to be pursued, and left to fend for yourself in Yunmeng City..."

Lin Beichen breathed a sigh of relief.

So, the emperor still has a bit of humanity.

I didn't expect that the 'brain disease' of my predecessor would save my life at a critical moment.

Then there's no need to be afraid.

"Master, what should we do? Master, the Lin family is doomed..."

In the quiet classroom, Steward Wang hugged Lin Beichen's leg and wailed.

"Don't panic, there's still my sister."

When it didn't concern him, Lin Beichen was calm.

That sixteen-year-old little tough girl is a once-in-a-century genius, known as 'the entire empire is waiting for her to grow up.' Not only is she highly skilled, but she is also notoriously ruthless.

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