Chapter 11 Are these disciples possessed by ghosts?

Chapter 11 Are these disciples possessed by ghosts?

The morning reading in the Imperial College starts at 2:15 a.m., and students usually have to get up half an hour earlier to wash up.

Only after finishing morning reading can we go to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

"Senior Sister Shuyuan, let's go to class together!" Zhang Xinyue smiled like a morning glory and was very attentive to Jiang Shuyuan.

Zhang Xinyue was a student in Class 4 of Xuanzi. Logically, she was not allowed to live in the same dormitory with Jiang Shuyuan from Class 3 of Xuanzi. However, her cousin Feng Zhaizhang used his power to arrange it for her in advance.

After all, everyone likes to be close to a classmate like Jiang Shuyuan who is both good in character and academic performance and well-mannered and generous.

Jiang Shuyuan glanced at Zhang Xinyue, smiled and nodded, "Okay, let's go to class together."

Her smile is gentle and appropriate, making people feel like spring breeze.

The two walked out of the dormitory together, and the early morning sunlight shone on their bodies, appearing particularly bright.

On the campus of the Imperial College, students rushed to the classroom, and everyone was full of vigor and energy.

"Sister Shuyuan, did you read the Book of Songs last night?" Zhang Xinyue asked as they walked. "I read some of it. What do you think of the Book of Songs?" Jiang Shuyuan answered, her voice soft and pleasant.

"I think the poems in the Book of Songs are very meaningful, especially the poem "Guanju", which describes the beauty and desire of love. I think this poem expresses people's yearning for a happy life." Zhang Xinyue was very excited.

Jiang Shuyuan nodded, indicating that she agreed with her opinion.

"By the way, Senior Sister Shuyuan, do you know Jiang Zhiyu from Class Huang? It was her who snatched the medicine I bought for you yesterday and beat me up. She even shamelessly pretended to be innocent in front of Shangguan Siye to gain sympathy. She is so shameless!" Zhang Xinyue suddenly turned the topic to Jiang Zhiyu.

Hearing her mention the name Jiang Zhiyu, Jiang Shuyuan suddenly stopped, clenched her fingers, and thought to herself: Jiang Zhiyu, of course I know her, I am her half-sister, but her family does not recognize me and my mother, and they cruelly kicked us out!

I, Jiang Shuyuan, hate their whole family!

Jiang Shuyuan secretly vowed that she must study hard in the Imperial College, make a name for herself in the future, and trample Jiang Zhiyu and the entire Jiang family under her feet, making it impossible for them to stand up forever!

Jiang Shuyuan and Zhang Xinyue walked side by side towards the school, and suddenly they heard the sound of orderly footsteps coming from the training ground in front of them.

When I looked up, I saw that it was the ten poor students in Class Huang who were practicing running, led by a male disciple. Jiang Zhiyu and Qi Zimo, who had recently recovered from an illness, were also at the end of the team.

Jiang Shuyuan and Zhang Xinyue smiled at each other, finding the scene quite ironic.

They naturally knew that the students in Class Yellow had always been looked down upon, but now, they had actually started to practice running, which was undoubtedly a declaration of their determination to the entire academy.

"Look, they look so serious. It really makes us want to laugh." Zhang Xinyue said sarcastically.

Jiang Shuyuan nodded slightly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes: "Do they think they can catch up with our class like this? It's ridiculous."

At this moment, Xiang Tiange hurried over, and seeing Jiang Shuyuan, he immediately waved excitedly: "Senior Sister, you are here too!"

Jiang Shuyuan smiled slightly and responded in a friendly manner: "Yes, Tiange, why are you here?"

Xiang Tiange pointed to the students in Class Yellow in the distance and said with a smile, "They actually started practicing running. I came to see the excitement."

Jiang Shuyuan's eyes turned cold and she said sarcastically, "Are they challenging us? This is ridiculous."

Xiang Tiange nodded in agreement, his eyes fell on Jiang Zhiyu, and he sneered, "Especially Jiang Zhiyu, does she think running can make up for her shortcomings? She is dreaming."

After hearing this, Jiang Shuyuan couldn't help but feel overjoyed. She had always disliked Jiang Zhiyu, and now seeing her in such a miserable state, she was naturally in a good mood.

She nodded gracefully towards Xiang Tiange to express her gratitude.

"Nonsense! Junior Sister Zhiyu is obviously an excellent and hard-working student!" Just then, hearing Xiang Tiange mocking Jiang Zhiyu, Deng Ziqiu bravely stepped forward and spoke up to support Jiang Zhiyu.

Xiang Tiange tried to please his secret crush, Senior Sister Shuyuan, so he angrily scolded Deng Ziqiu in a sarcastic tone: "Ha, Deng Piss, do you like Jiang Zhiyu? If you do, then go jogging with her! Anyway, you are all a bunch of losers!"

Deng Ziqiu's face flushed when he heard Xiang Tiange's words. Although he had a good impression of Jiang Zhiyu, it did not mean that he was willing to be insulted like this. He clenched his fists and tried to control his emotions, but the anger in his eyes could not be concealed.

When Jiang Shuyuan saw this scene, she couldn't help but sneer in her heart. She knew that Xiang Tiange's words had irritated Deng Ziqiu, and this was exactly what she expected.

She just wanted to make Jiang Zhiyu isolated and helpless in this team and let her know her shortcomings.

However, at this moment, Jiang Zhiyu, who had just finished running, suddenly walked towards them and raised his eyebrows and said, "Xiang Tiange, when you say this about me, do you think your grades are very good?"

She smiled slightly, with a hint of provocation in her tone.

Xiang Tiange was stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Zhiyu to fight back. He immediately retorted: "Of course, I'm from the Xuan class. You, a loser from the Huang class, can't compare to me."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything else, just shook his head silently, returned to the team and continued running.

Looking at Jiang Zhiyu's back, Deng Ziqiu couldn't help feeling warm in his heart. He decided to support Jiang Zhiyu even if it meant that he might be excluded by Xiang Tiange and Jiang Shuyuan.

After running, Jiang Zhiyu and the others returned to Class Huang, sat down obediently, and waited for Dr. Qian to come in for class.

Not long after, Dr. Qian walked into Huang's classroom with a stern face, and suddenly felt an indescribable atmosphere.

Weird and heavy.

The students in the classroom were sweating profusely, and the heat from their bodies seemed to roast the entire space. Some were even panting heavily, as if they had just finished a fierce competition.

What's with the look in their eyes?

Is it the insatiable thirst for knowledge?

That's impossible. I must have made a mistake.

"Stand up!" Jiang Zhiyu suddenly shouted.

The whole class stood up immediately, and shouted in a loud and coordinated voice: "Good morning, Doctor!"

They bowed as they spoke, their voices echoing in the classroom.

Dr. Qian was so startled by this sudden greeting that he almost fell to the ground!

He clutched the table tightly and stood up tremblingly, his face full of fear.

what's the situation?

Are these disciples possessed by ghosts?

Why are you all suddenly so passionate about classes?

It was like a stagnant pool before, how come it became so excited and positive in just two days?

Dr. Qian was full of doubts. He looked around the classroom and saw that every student had firm eyes and flushed faces, as if they had found the passion for life.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved, but this relief was quickly replaced by doubt and fear.

"You...what's wrong with you?" Dr. Qian asked cautiously.

The whole class answered in unison: "We have found our life goal, Doctor. We must attend classes carefully, study hard, and make progress every day, so that we can win the championship in the future!"