Extreme Almightiest Young Master Chapter 67

"Teacher Lin, hello!"

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What’s going on here, a welcome for a star?

Since when did teachers become so popular?

Liu Letian thought he was hallucinating because all this was just too abnormal. If it had been anyone else, maybe he could let it slide, but his favorite person was also joining in, and Liu Letian felt a vague discomfort in his heart.

If this teacher was a professor who was pretty old, then fine, but the guy appeared to be even younger than himself, almost like a freshman, and yet...

"Is that Teacher Lin?" Liu Letian couldn’t help himself and grabbed a male classmate to ask.

"Yeah, that’s our French teacher, Lin Feng. He just started teaching us less than a month ago and he’s way better than the previous one, Rafael! You don’t know, this Teacher Lin Feng is really something, knows everything, and his classes are just great. After class, you won’t forget what he taught. If I’d met a teacher like him earlier, I..." The male student couldn’t stop talking once he started on Lin Feng, clearly a devout admirer.

Now Liu Letian understood. The man in the crowd was Teacher Lin Feng, and he didn’t look special at all, so why was he so popular?

In the past, as soon as I’d arrive, my classmates and I would mess around and have fun, but now, thanks to Lin Feng, there’s not a single person around me, what’s up with that?

The huge disparity made him, who had always been proud, feel imbalanced, and he was even more eager to deal with Lin Feng and get everything back on track. Wouldn’t that give him so much face?

What bothered Liu Letian the most was seeing Mao Rongrong and Ye Xiaoyu in the crowd, chatting and smiling with Lin Feng, which made his heart twinge. Thinking back on his time in the French department, when had he ever seen them act that way with anyone, let alone a man! How did Lin Feng manage to win over the students in less than a month’s time, making him wonder whether Lin Feng was even human?

Watching Lin Feng from a distance in the crowd, Liu Letian felt extremely sour. Previously, I’d always have some classmates around to chat with, but now that he’s come, I’m all alone, leaving Liu Letian feeling emptier than ever. He’d never experienced this sensation, from kindergarten onward, wherever he went, he was always the center of attention. How could it be that in the French department, because of Lin Feng, now he couldn’t even count as a single point of interest?

On what grounds could Lin Feng capture the hearts of the students? Where was he better than me? The more Liu Letian thought about it, the more insane he felt, the more annoyed he got.

"Letian, class is about to start, let’s go in together. If we don’t, we won’t get seats," the classmate who had been praising Lin Feng suddenly realized it was almost time for class and kindly reminded Liu Letian.

"No thanks, I still have a class in my own major. Today, I’m just here to see how you guys are doing," Liu Letian replied, feeling extremely irritated. How could he possibly attend the class, especially when he couldn’t bear the sight of Lin Feng?

"Alright then, I’m off to class. I wonder what Teacher Lin will teach today..." said the classmate as he walked in, not forgetting to mumble to himself.

Ugh..., hearing this, Liu Letian felt like his head was about to explode. Why has everyone become like this?

If it were just the girls acting like crazy fans, that would be one thing, but now the guys are too...

Even if Lin Feng is a great lecturer, this is just too exaggerated. I’ve never heard of a teacher who could achieve such a thing, inspiring such admiration in their students. The most important thing is, Lin Feng seems to be really young, maybe even younger than me. Even if he is talented and a genius, I never heard of such a young French teacher before.

Is French something a regular teacher can teach? How many people get stuck just on the pronunciation? How can the school let someone like this teach French?

The more he thought about it, the more imbalanced he felt, the angrier he became. He had put in so much effort, but after being away for just a bit, everything had changed. What’s so great about Lin Feng? Even with my strong computer skills, I never saw such fuss about me.

A bunch of nobodies, huh, Lin Feng...

Suddenly Liu Letian remembered something. Today their department had a web design class. Even though he usually couldn’t be bothered with such juvenile classes offered by the school, in fact, his skills were more than enough to teach the teachers.

But today, he suddenly remembered and an idea sprouted in his mind, right, why not just borrow it temporarily? Thinking to himself, "You guys really think I’m a sick cat just because ’Little Flying Hero’ hasn’t shown its claws for a while?" He smirked, then headed towards the computer center of their department.

Today was Lin Feng’s French class again. After dropping off Ding Wan’er at work and parking the car, he walked over to the class. He had come to enjoy teaching these students; it gave him a warm feeling, made him feel peaceful, and he was starting to like the teaching profession more and more.

Surrounded by a group of students, Lin Feng entered the classroom and looked around. The room was already packed, with some even standing in the back. He recalled how it was when he first arrived: aside from the French class students, no one else audited the class, and even those enrolled didn’t always attend.

Now, seeing this scene, he felt comforted deep inside. This was the best kind of recognition.

"Teacher Lin, what are we going over today?" Ye Xiaoyu couldn’t wait to ask Lin Feng about today’s lesson.

"Class is about to start, you’ll know soon enough, right Xiaoyu? By the way, why are there so many unfamiliar faces today?" Lin Feng glanced at the overcrowded classroom.

"Teacher Lin, didn’t you know? A lot of people have wanted to learn French, but it’s so hard to find a good French teacher. You’ve become famous here, so many people came because of your reputation, hehe!" Ye Xiaoyu giggled with her hand over her mouth.

"Uh... it looks like I’ll need to request a bigger classroom," Lin Feng surmised as he looked over the packed room, clearly feeling that the space, which was originally designed to accommodate 200 students, was no longer sufficient.

"Ding ding!" The bell signaling the start of class rang.

In an instant, the classroom fell completely silent. Not a single sound could be heard, as everyone spontaneously stopped chatting, took out their notebooks, and prepared to listen intently.

Lin Feng was also very pleased with the students’ behavior as he looked over the room. With a good teacher, many were eager to learn. He walked up to the podium, turned on the classroom’s projection system, and brought up some of his own materials that were stored online.

With everything in place and the materials ready for reference, Lin Feng began to teach the class earnestly.

"To learn French well, you can’t do so without understanding the history and customs of France. Today, we’ll talk about the history and customs of France." Perfect French flowed from Lin Feng’s mouth, astonishing some of the students attending his class for the first time—it was just like listening to a French professor on TV.

This Teacher Lin Feng is really amazing! I had heard he was good from friends, but I was a bit skeptical. Turns out he’s indeed that impressive—wow, his voice alone is soothing, and he makes explanations seem so simple. I definitely have to come every day. Where else could you find such a great teacher?

In the vast classroom, only the melodious French of Lin Feng could be heard as all the other students listened seriously and took diligent notes. If any other teachers passed by outside, they would surely marvel, "When will my students listen like this? Not playing with their phones, not sleeping, not getting distracted..."

Meanwhile, Liu Letian, at a computer in the computer center, was also observing this scene through the monitor. Though there was no sound, he could tell that everyone listening was focused because their eyes were all fixed on Lin Feng. Just what was going on here? How could everyone be so engaged? Could this Teacher Lin really be as good as they say?

How had he never noticed such a talented individual before? He must have been too careless, preoccupied with that one matter this past month. If he had come to watch the classes more often, it wouldn’t have come to this. The more Liu Letian thought, the angrier he became. He had hacked into the school’s monitoring system long ago and left a backdoor for his own convenience.

He had originally left that backdoor out of pride and for a thrill, and later used it to occasionally watch Mao Rongrong. Yet, while watching Mao Rongrong in the past, he hadn’t paid any attention to the teaching going on, allowing Lin Feng to take advantage. How could he not be infuriated?

The more he watched Mao Rongrong’s gaze fixed on Lin Feng on the monitor, the more he felt there was a problem, and the more anxious he became in his heart. At this rate, he was going to have no chance at all. No, he couldn’t let this situation persist!

Thoughts racing, his brows suddenly lifted with an idea, and his fingers flew across the keyboard...

After a short while, Liu Letian stopped and, looking at Lin Feng teaching on the monitor, he thought to himself that no matter how good Lin Feng was, it was time to see how he’d handle this move and lose face. Then everyone would despise him, and life would return to normal. Mao Rongrong and the others wouldn’t ignore him anymore!

And then, when he became the center of attention again, Liu Letian pressed a key on his computer, activating what he had just prepared...

At that moment, everyone in the classroom was engrossed in Lin Feng’s lecture. It was truly fascinating, far more interesting than the typical content from textbooks, and Lin Feng’s pronunciation was so impeccable that it simply captivated the listeners.

Suddenly, the projector that had been displaying an image inexplicably changed.

This change was startling, and the next moment everyone’s eyes widened in shock because the screen now showed that kind of film, and the speakers, for some reason, blared the sounds that men and women only make during sex—the ’ah... ah...’ filled the previously quiet classroom, sounding so harsh and jarring!