I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming! Chapter 43 Grandmaster

The following day, the atmosphere in Classroom 101 was lively as ever.

Wang Yuyan arrived early again, well before nine, her posture straight and her expression calm as she quietly took her seat.

A few minutes later, Lin Feng stepped into the room exactly at nine on the dot, his presence imdiately commanding attention even though he carried himself with effortless ease.

His gaze swept across the room briefly before he moved toward the front, as if everything were proceeding exactly as he had expected.

Then, at precisely 9:01, Chu Jiangyue entered... followed closely by Qiao i.

The mont Qiao i stepped inside, all gazes subtly shifted toward her.

Her beauty was undeniable.

After a brief pause, she stepped forward, her movents graceful and composed.

"Senior... I don’t quite know how to say this, but I’ve thickened my face to seize this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity as well," Qiao i said softly, her voice so low it was barely louder than a mosquito’s hum. "May I also beco your student?"

Despite her gentle tone, the aning behind her words carried imnse weight.

Qiao i was a woman who had lived for more than 23,000 years.

She had seen countless rise and fall, endured endless trials, and experienced opportunities both gained and lost.

She was long accustod to maintaining a level head, especially when a fortuitous encounter like this presented itself so unexpectedly.

And yet, even soone of her age and experience could not deny the pull of destiny when it stood directly before her.

"I have plenty of seats available. My door is always open to those who are willing to learn," Lin Feng said calmly.

"Your niece has already paid more than enough yesterday. Just sign here, and you can beco my student as well." He gestured toward the registration slip on his desk.

"Thank you so much, Senior! It’s truly my honor to be your student!" Qiao i said, bowing deeply in gratitude.

The motion caused her full, ripe breasts to sway heavily within the low neckline, twin soft treasures trembling just enough to draw and hold any nearby gaze with shaless hunger.

Her posture was elegant and sincere, showing just how much this opportunity ant to her.

"Hmmm," Lin Feng nodded in acknowledgnt, his expression composed and unbothered.

But deep down, he knew he would rember this scene with vivid clarity that night.

The group waited quietly as the minutes passed, eyes occasionally drifting toward the door.

As expected, when the clock neared ten, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Monts later, Su Wanwan burst through the classroom door, her cheeks flushed and her clothes slightly damp with sweat from running.

"Sorry! Wanwan is late again, Teacher Lin Feng!" Su Wanwan said, bowing deeply in apology, her breath still uneven from rushing.

"You’re never late, Wanwan," Lin Feng said gently, a warm smile appearing on his face.

"You always arrive at exactly the perfect ti." He motioned for her to take her seat, and she quickly did so, her face brightening at his words.

Lin Feng turned back toward the front of the room, preparing to begin his lecture.

The classroom grew quiet, anticipation settling in the air.

However, just as he was about to speak, a series of gentle knocks echoed from the door, interrupting the calm and drawing everyone’s attention once more.

Lin Feng walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Liu Yang standing outside.

The boy’s face was rather plain, lacking the sharp features or striking looks many admired, but at this mont it was lit up with a shy, hopeful smile that made him look far more endearing than handso.

"Good morning, Teacher Lin Feng!" Liu Yang greeted nervously, bowing slightly.

"You helped so much yesterday. I... I ca to ask if it would be possible for to transfer to your class."

He hesitated for a mont, gathering his courage before continuing.

"I mainly specialize in sword arts, but if you have other lessons available, I’m willing to try and learn sothing new as well."

Every teacher, of course, has a different specialty and expertise.

Liu Yang was already ten years old and would graduate from the academy in just a few months.

He wasn’t a prodigy, nor was he especially outstanding compared to the top-ranked students, but he was diligent, earnest, and never lazy in his studies.

Even if he couldn’t gain much directly from Teacher Lin Feng, he believed that simply being under his guidance would not change the outco of his application to one of the great sects in the Golden Lotus Empire.

He wasn’t asking for glory. He wasn’t even asking to beco extraordinary.

He simply wanted a chance to learn from a teacher he trusted and was kind to him.

Lin Feng looked at him quietly for a mont, then smiled.

"Of course," he said gently. "It is your right to change teachers whenever you wish. No one should be forced to remain where they feel unwelco or bullied. Sign these papers here first, and I’ll speak with your current teacher about your transfer later."

Normally, it was proper etiquette to consult a student’s teacher before admitting them into another class.

However, since Lin Feng’s classroom was already full and the boy had co personally to request the change, Lin Feng decided he would speak with Liu Yang’s teacher during lunch instead.

"Go ahead," Lin Feng added, stepping aside to allow Liu Yang into the classroom.

"From today onward, you are one of my students."

Liu Yang quickly signed the papers and quietly took a seat, his heart still pounding with a mixture of nervousness and excitent.

Lin Feng turned back toward the front of the room once more, ready to finally begin his lecture.

But just as he opened his mouth to speak, the classroom door suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

Two ten-year-old boys ca stumbling inside.

"Teacher Lin Feng!"

"Teacher Lin Feng! We’re sorry!"

"Please forgive us!" they shouted in unison, their voices overlapping in frantic desperation.