Information about the Poison Path was sothing Huang Ye had asked the System about before, to see how much it knew.
The System indeed knew quite a bit, but it was all about poisons from the previous world, and whether those poisons could be found in this world was another matter.
The System's thods of detoxification were also quite limited, mostly relying on serums.
Such detoxification thods were simply impossible to implent in this world.
Huang Ye and the System carefully recorded every word the beautiful instructor said, and the System also recorded Tang Xin's demonstration of hidden weapon techniques.
"System, this woman's technique is so fast that even my eyes can barely follow it. To what extent can you record it?"
[Rest assured, Master, your eyes are my cara. I can slow it down by up to a hundred tis, capturing every detail clearly.]
"A hundred tis? That's more than enough! I didn't expect you to be this useful."
[Master, you're being insincere. I'm not just a little useful; I'm an artificial intelligence with computational power billions of tis greater than your brain, and I can evolve. You'll gradually see my benefits.]
"Alright, I admit you're useful. Now stop boasting and focus on recording."
Huang Ye continued to listen to the lecture.
"Alright, that's it for today's class, everyone. Class dismissed."
After Tang Xin finished speaking, she turned and swayed her hips as she headed to the back room.
Wait! Sothing's off. Why didn't she ask the newcors to buy books from her?
Huang Ye had been waiting for Tang Xin to call him after class, but the plot seed a bit off.
"Teacher Honey! Instructor Honey!" Huang Ye shouted.
Tang Xin, who was heading to the inner room, paused for a mont but continued walking when she realized it wasn't directed at her.
She wondered to herself who this Instructor Honey was and if he was also attending the class.
"Instructor Tang Xin, Instructor Tang Xin!" Huang Ye quickly switched to Chinese when he saw the previous title didn't get her attention.
This ti, Tang Xin stopped, recognizing the voice from earlier, and turned around to see a handso guy waving at her, a sweet smile imdiately appearing on her pretty face.
This handso guy was soone she hadn't seen before.
Huang Ye jogged over to Tang Xin, "Hello, Instructor Honey!"
He quickly compared their heights, noting that she reached just up to his eyebrows, which was perfect.
"Instructor Honey? Are you calling ?"
"That's right. In my hotown, Tang Xin is also called Honey, so I'm used to it!" Huang Ye shalessly said.
He wouldn't reveal that this was a term of endearnt between lovers from his past life to the beautiful instructor.
At least not before he won her over; for now, he could only fantasize.
"Honey is a nice na too. I'll rember it, so when you call , I'll know it's you."
"Is there sothing you need from ?"
"Instructor Honey, I'm a new student. I just attended your class and found it very enlightening, so I'd like to attend regularly and also buy the textbooks."
"Oh, it's good that you like it. You're welco to co often. As for the textbooks, you can find the class monitor. I've entrusted it to him."
Wow, now that's impressive, delegating the textbook matter to her subordinates.
Unlike the previous two instructors who were eager to sell their textbooks themselves.
"Instructor, I'll go buy them later. By the way, in my hotown, we also call instructors 'teacher.' May I call you that?"
"Teacher? Am I that old?"
"You're not old at all; you look younger than ! It's just a term of respect."
"Giggle! I'm satisfied with your answer. You can call teacher from now on." The beautiful instructor laughed charmingly.
Tang Xin's laughter almost made Huang Ye's heart skip a beat.
"Teacher, your smile is truly beautiful. I didn't understand the phrase 'a smile that captivates a hundred charms, making all other beauties pale in comparison' until now."
"A smile that captivates a hundred charms, making all other beauties pale in comparison. Whose poem is that? I've never heard it."
"It's by a poet from my hotown nad Bai Juyi."
"Oh! I like this poem. It seems tailor-made for . Thank you."
"Teacher Honey, there are many more poems from my hotown that would suit you. I'm sure you'll love them."
"Haha, you little rascal, are you trying to woo ? Next, you'll suggest we et privately."
Huang Ye was taken aback; this girl was too straightforward, saying exactly what he was thinking.
"Teacher Honey, it's natural to appreciate beauty. Liking you isn't a cri."
"Not only are you stunningly beautiful, but your hidden weapon skills are also extraordinary. It's normal for people to admire you."
"You're quite interesting, with your unique expressions I've never heard before."
"These phrases, when savored, indeed have deep anings."
"I'm glad you like them, Teacher Honey." Huang Ye quickly seized the opportunity.
"Yes, I like them very much. If you have any questions about hidden weapons in the future, feel free to ask . But each ti you co, you must bring a poem."
"Teacher Honey, giving you poems is my pleasure. I won't use it as a bargaining chip for learning."
"But I am genuinely interested in hidden weapons, and I might trouble you in the future. Please bear with ."
"Don't worry. As long as I know it, I can teach you."
"I'll go rest now. By the way, what's your na?"
"My na is Huang Ye, Huang as in 'yellow,' and Ye as in 'night.'"
"Huang Ye, I'll rember it," Tang Xin replied, though she was puzzled, wondering what this 'little yellow man' was all about.
"Goodbye, Teacher!"
Tang Xin was once again taken aback by his choice of words. Goodbye, she thought, must an 'until we et again.'
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"Goodbye, Huang Ye!" She mimicked him and then entered the back room.
Huang Ye turned around to witness a peculiar scene.
The entire lecture hall, with over a hundred students, was staring at him with their mouths agape.
They knew Tang Xin's style; although she always smiled during class, she never showed any warmth after class.
She rarely spoke more than three sentences to them and sotis deliberately put on a stern face.
Yet this newcor, aside from being sowhat handso, seed to have nothing else to offer.
Dressed in coarse cloth, he was clearly from a humble background.
But this humble student had managed to exchange thirty sentences with the goddess, who even asked for his na.
Moreover, his words clearly had a flirtatious tone, and the goddess didn't get angry. His skills in wooing won were extraordinary.
The gazes of these people were filled with envy, jealousy, coldness, hostility, and even pity.
Huang Ye paid no mind to these looks; he was lanting the backwardness of this ti and place. If only they had WeChat, he could have added Teacher Tang Xin as a friend just now.
"Excuse , who here is the class monitor?" Huang Ye asked a girl nearby.
The girl's face turned red, and she pointed to a boy not far away.
"That's Jiang Yun, the class monitor."
Huang Ye looked over and saw a tall, handso boy with a straight nose and square mouth, exuding a sunny disposition.
The only flaw was his slightly upturned eyes, which gave his otherwise sunny face a sowhat sinister look.
At that mont, Jiang Yun was looking at Huang Ye coldly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Huang Ye walked over, "Hello, Class Monitor Jiang. I'm a new student and would like to buy Teacher Tang Xin's textbooks."
"No!"
"What do you an by 'no'?" Huang Ye was taken aback.
"Don't you understand?"
"That can't be right. Teacher Tang Xin just told to co to you."
"I don't know what this 'teacher' thing is, so I don't have the textbooks you want. Do you understand now, you pig-brain?"
A crisp "slap!" echoed throughout the lecture hall.
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