Who traveled through time and was forced to inherit the position of young master?

After saying that, the head teacher Xu Lu left the classroom. As soon as she left, the classroom became buzzing as if a hornet's nest had been poked.

What’s even more interesting is that someone immediately ran over to Lu Yuan and asked questions.

Fang Zhixin tugged at Du Ruo's sleeve, leaned over the table and asked with his head tilted: "Du Ruo, I'm very curious about your talent, can you tell me about it?"

Du Ruo bent her fingers slightly, "You ask me, so I have to tell you? You also want to cheat me out of something, right?"

How could anyone be interested in curses? He must be trying to trick her again like before.

"Uh, lied to you? Why would I lie to you?" Fang Zhixin was puzzled. He could tell that the girl was very wary, but also very straightforward.

A classmate who was standing beside Lu Yuan couldn't help but sneer after hearing this: "You don't even know the Du family? Guyu's Du family is well-known for making money, and they are the largest economic entity in Dongxia."

"It's just that the Du family had a man called Du Ruo, who was a big spender. He cursed the Du family and many of their partners and made them give up cooperation."

"You said so, Du Ruo."

"Kang Yue!" Du Ruo turned around instantly, raised his head proudly, and said with disdain: "My family just gave up cooperating with yours. What, your family didn't make any money? Blame me?"

"Do you need me to tell you about your family's secret dealings?"

"You!" Kang Yue, who had slightly curly hair and was dressed elegantly, felt her pain point was instantly hit and her face turned grim for a moment.

She snorted coldly and calmed down: "Tsk~ Du Ruo, it's useless for you to hide it."

"After all, no matter how much you deny it, it can't change the fact that your talent is abominable."

"What's the point? Curses? If they can't kill the demons, they can't help anyone. It's useless."

Fang Zhixin poked his head out from behind Du Ruo and naturally placed his arm on Lu Yuan's table.

She tugged at Du Ruo and asked with curiosity on her face, "Have you ever tried to curse others to get rich?"

Du Ruo was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Fang Zhixin to talk to her. After thinking for a while, she bit her lip and nodded: "I have tried, treatment, defense, but no words work."

Kang Yue leaned against the desk and sneered, "See, I told you, it's useless, even if it's a D-rank."

Fang Zhixin thought for a while and asked, "Only a curse can work. Curse someone to have a stomachache? To have a nail stuck in the sole of the foot when walking? To have the sole of the foot slip when walking on a cliff? These should work, right?"

Everyone's arms slipped and their mouths twitched: Grabbing the bamboo shoots? !

Du Ruo was stunned for a moment, then he crossed his arms and began to think: "Can it still be used like this?"

Kang Yue was confused. Don’t you really want to?

Du Ruo always used to think about cursing the death of demons or enemies, and was more often trying to develop other positive effects, but he never thought about these dirty tricks.

After all, everyone assumed that she was just a vase, and no one would tell her these things specifically. It was even more impossible for the teacher her family hired to do so. An upright teacher would only teach her the proper way of fighting.

Lu Yuan glanced through her hair at the girl lying on his desk. She looked gentle and weak on the surface, but the idea she proposed was very harmful.

The more Fang Zhixin thought about it, the more he found this talent interesting. He pulled Du Ruo over and said excitedly:

"Do you want to try it? I think it's feasible. Won't the instructor be here soon? You can activate your talent now."

"Well, let him stumble on his way in."

Du Ruo asked her back: "Why not just fall down?"

The others pricked up their ears, too.

"Oh, to be an instructor, you must be very strong. Our spiritual power is limited. The curse may be directly invalidated if we fall, but it is feasible if we trip."

Fang Zhixin thought about it while looking towards the door, and urged Du Ruo to give it a try.

Du Ruo nodded reluctantly, thinking that there would be no harm in giving it a try.

"Then let's try." Du Ruo said as she raised her hand and drew a circle in the air. A black circle appeared and the girl chanted, "Draw a circle to curse the next person who comes in. They will trip."

Almost the whole class stared at the door, eagerly waiting.

Soon a shadow was projected in, and everyone whispered, "Here it comes, can it succeed?"

"Shh—don't talk."

The whole class held their breath and stared closely at the person who was about to come in.

A young man wearing glasses and camouflage clothes walked in, stepped over the threshold with one foot, and stepped on the heel of his other foot at a very strange angle.

A stumble...

The whole class said in unison: "Fuck..."

Du Ruo's eyes lit up, "Success! I succeeded!"

She happily went to pat Fang Zhixin's arm, but found that Fang Zhixin had his face covered with his hands, looking like he couldn't face anyone.

Fang Zhixin covered his face. Why was it him? This is unbelievable. He had screwed his own people.

"Is it fun?" the young man on the stage said lightly, and his serious atmosphere instantly calmed the commotion in the class.

"I'm Fang Si. Next is your instructor. Who used the talent just now?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Fang Si suddenly raised his voice:

"Don't you even have the courage to stand up?!"

Du Ruo and Fang Zhixin stood up with a bang. Du Ruo was stunned for a moment. "Why did you stand up? I did it."

Fang Zhixin put down his hand that was covering his face, and did not answer Du Ruo, but said to the person on the podium: "Sorry, instructor, it was my idea, and she used her talent."

Fang Si looked at the serious Fang Zhixin. He appeared calm on the surface, but in his heart he slowly uttered one word: Fuck.

The punishment must be given, he shouted in a businesslike manner: "You two, I will punish you during the training later!"

"Now, everyone go to the dormitory to change clothes and gather at the playground. I will only give you half an hour."

Fang Zhixin pulled Du Ruo and rushed out. Are you kidding? It only takes half an hour to get from the teaching building to the dormitory building and then to the playground. What are you waiting for if you don’t run?

Seeing this, the other students in the class hurriedly followed, not even considering questioning the instructor about the distance issue, and just ran first.

Lu Yuan rushed out from the back door directly, and Zhang Kai in the corner followed slowly.

The seniors who were waiting for their freshman military training on the playground had each occupied an advantageous position.

One reason is to enjoy the show and have fun, which is an old tradition.

The second is to see if there are any good seedlings and whether they can be recruited into their own team. After all, the national league will start in March next year.

The school needs to form a team of six people, but now only three-person teams are allowed in the school. In the end, the two winning teams will merge and compete in the national competition.

Age has never been a constraint. If you are strong enough, you can go straight to the third year of high school, such as Fang Shaoli and others. They may not be able to catch up with the national league next year, but they should still have a chance to compete in the next one.

After all, this session has Fang Shaoli, who is very strong, and his two teammates are not easy to deal with either. As for the opponents, they are not weak either.

Passerby A: "Hey? Look, isn't that Fang Shaoli in front? How come he has time to come and watch the military training for the first grade students?"

Passerby B: "I don't know, why don't you go ask?"

Passerby A: "If you want me dead, you can just say it."

Passerby C: "Fang Shaoli is so handsome, and so is his teammate, Bai Yuefeng, with his long white hair and serious expression, who is really charming. Zhong An is also so handsome, with his calm and intellectual temperament..."

Several people: "...Someone, get this nymphomaniac out!"

Someone sighed and dragged a girl with starry eyes away.