The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady - Chapter 1908

Chapter 1908: 1908
Early the next morning, Kehr sent Shen Yanxiao a Deathfire Academy mentor uniform .



Shen Yanxiao's stature was pet . i . te . Although Kehr had already given Shen Yanxiao the smallest size, when Shen Yanxiao wore it, it was still a little big on her body .

Having dressed, Shen Yanxiao went to the area where she was going to teach during the afternoon .

It was a small martial arts arena . Shen Yanxiao's first batch of students was about fifty in number . Those students had arrived to the martial arts arena early and talked to each other in groups .

"I heard that the mentor who will teach us today is a low undead . " An undead teenager gathered around his companions .

"It's not true, is it? Isn't the dean crazy to actually find a low undead as a mentor to teach us?" Another teenager had an astonished expression on his face . There was not a resurrected undead among the mentors in the whole Deathfire Academy . Although the Deathfire Academy had a section for resurrected undead, the number of students there was very small, and they were also being taught by high undead .

A low undead as a mentor; not to mention their Deathfire Academy, no other school had done it in the whole Howling Abyss .

"It's said that the low undead was recommended by Mentor Kehr; who knows what that low undead's background is . "

"Mentor Kehr? Is it possible that it was someone resurrected by Mentor Kehr? Even so, that low undead is still a resurrected undead . "

"What a joke . Finding a low undead to teach us purebred undead? What is that low undead going to teach us again? Physical arts? Who knows what that is . "



"Forget it . Let's just watch the bustle . In any case, those low undead dare not even lift their heads when they see us usually . Letting that fellow teach us, it's already not bad if that fellow won't wet his pants in fear . "

"That's right . Haha . . . "

A group of undead teenagers waited in the martial arts arena with a lively att . i . tude . They did not believe that a low undead was qualified to teach them . As the first group of students to receive an education in the physical arts, they were all here just to see the unique mentor . No one really wanted to learn whatever that thing was .

After waiting for a moment, a group of students lazily chatted on the sides .



A pet . i . te figure came in from the entrance of the martial arts arena, and all the students cast their scrutinizing gazes toward the entrance at the same time .

It was an extremely pet . i . te low undead . The black dress on his body looked too broad . The rolled-up sleeves exposed a pair of delicate wrists that you could not help but want to grasp . The small gray face had a pair of clear and steady eyes . He was not very tall; every student present was at least one head taller than him .

Such a small low undead, appearing in a group of purebred undead teenagers, looked particularly eye-catching .

Various pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the figure . Curious, amused, contemptuous; a lot of complicated eyes were looking at her .


"That's the one!" One undead youth poked at his companion beside him and raised his chin .

"No way, this little one? This fellow isn't fully grown yet, right?"

"You're so stupid! For a resurrected undead, how old they were when they were resurrected is how old they will always look . I guess this fellow was just a kid when he died . "

"This kid is the one going to teach us physical arts? I heard that a physical art is a fighting style that doesn't make use of death energy? Can he even fight with those little arms and legs? I feel like I can break his wrist with one hand . "

All the students present could not accept the appearance of such a small mentor .