During the lesson, Ling Yun was completely immersed in his own world. He didn’t have a lesson plan and was purely improvising. He would talk about whatever he thought of, but there would be topics to dig deeper and explore.

Some of the students understood, while others were completely confused. They couldn’t help but fall into an existential crisis.

Finally, it was time for class to end. To some students, it was out of interest. They listened excitedly but they did not get anything in the end.

But to some students, it was no different from listening to a heavenly audiobook.

Ling Yun didn’t finish class on time. He just kept talking. Once he was done, he turned around and asked again in a daze, “Where am I?”

Everyone was helpless. “Teacher Ling, you’re in Life Science Class One. We just finished class.”

“Oh.” He came empty-handed, so naturally, he left empty-handed. He strode forward, his sleeves getting blown by the wind. He suddenly opened one of the decorative doors on the wall. He slammed straight into it. It hurt everyone to see it. “Teacher Ling, the door isn’t there. It’s over there!”

“Oh!” He rubbed his throbbing forehead, his features squeezing together. He then turned in the direction they were pointing.

Everyone deeply suspected how he ended up in their class when he arrived earlier. How many times had he gotten lost along the way? No wonder he was so late.

However, although he was late and time was limited, his lesson was much more insightful than Ji Qingming’s lessons!

Ling Yun was halfway across the class when he stumbled across a piece of draft paper on a table. He picked it up in ecstasy. “Who… Who wrote this?”

He had always been famous for his scattered thoughts, but he did not expect this student to have deeper thoughts than him. For a moment, he was like a big rooster with a strong desire to fight. His blood boiled.

Everyone was even more speechless. Wasn’t Teacher Ling here for Sheng Yang? He couldn’t even recognize Sheng Yang.

“It’s me,” Sheng Yang said coldly, looking up at him.

Ling Yun looked at her with his eyebrows raised. “And you are?”

“I’m Sheng Yang.”

“Oh, it’s you.” He was happier now. “Mensa asked me to find a way to win you over.”

In the back row, Jin Lu was speechless.

Didn’t Academician Zhao make Mensa sound so mysterious and scary? Why were they all ‘natural fools’ who reported their identities? Of course, he wouldn’t complain about his master.

Sheng Yang looked at him and refused without hesitation. “I won’t join.”

“That won’t do.” He still looked as innocent as ever, but his expression seemed to be gradually changing. His gaze suddenly became evil and domineering. Not to mention Sheng Yang, Jin Lu, and the rest of the class could feel it too. They were all afraid of mocking Teacher Ling now. They had a strong feeling that those who offended him would definitely die miserably.

Luo Mengmeng, who was sitting closest to Sheng Yang, couldn’t help but shiver. Her limbs were out of control, and she wanted to persuade Sheng Yang.

However… As soon as Ling Yun ran his fingers through his hair, he seemed to recover instantly. He smiled at her. “I was just asking.”

The other students were speechless.

He didn’t look like he was just asking casually? He looked so domineering!

After Ling Yun left, Jin Lu whispered to Sheng Yang, “They definitely won’t let this go so easily.”