Chapter 1908 Please Call Me a Mentor (2)

In the early morning of the second day, Kyle sent someone to send a set of tutor uniforms from Minghuo Academy.

Shen Yanxiao's figure is petite, although Kyle had asked someone to get Shen Yanxiao the smallest size, but it was still too big for Shen Yanxiao to wear.

After getting dressed, Shen Yanxiao went to the teaching place in the afternoon.

It was a small martial arts arena, Shen Yanxiao's first batch of students was about fifty or so, those students came to the martial arts arena early in the morning, chatting in small groups.

"I heard that the mentor who taught us today is that lowly undead." A young undead said beside his companion.

"It can't be true, right? The dean is crazy. He actually found a low-level undead as a mentor and taught us?" Another undead boy looked surprised. There was no resurrected undead in the entire Minghuo Academy. The college has a branch for resurrecting the undead, but the number of students there is very small, and the students who teach them are all high-level undead.

This low-level undead came to be a mentor, let alone the Underworld Fire Academy, and no academy in the entire Wailing Abyss could do it.

"It is said that the low-level undead was recommended by Kyle's mentor, and I don't know where it came from."

"Teacher Kyle? Could it be that Teacher Kyle was resurrected? But that is also the resurrection of the undead."

"What a joke, find a low-level undead to teach us purebred undead, what does he teach us? Physique? God knows what it is."

"Forget it, just take a look at the excitement. It's not like you don't know that the lowly undead don't even dare to lift their heads when they see us. If that guy teaches us, it's probably good to pee our pants without being scared."

"That's right, haha..."

A group of undead teenagers waited in the martial arts arena with the mentality of watching the excitement. They didn't believe that a low-level undead would be qualified to teach them. As the first batch of students who received the gymnastics course, they all came to watch that wonderful instructor , no one would really want to learn something.

After waiting for a while, a group of students chattered lazily.

A petite figure walked in from the entrance of the martial arts arena, and all the students cast their searching gazes at the entrance at the same time.

It was an extremely petite low-level undead. The black dress looked too wide on her body, and the rolled up cuffs revealed the slender wrists that could not help being grasped. There was a pair of clear and steady eyes on her small off-white face. She is not tall, and even every student present is a head taller than her.

Such a petite and low-level undead appeared in a group of purebred undead youths, which seemed extraordinarily abrupt.

Pairs of eyes fixed on that figure, with curiosity, ridicule, contempt, and more complex eyes looking at her.

"It's her!" The undead boy poked his companion and raised his chin.

"I'll go, little one? Is this guy an adult?"

"You are stupid! Resurrecting the undead, she was as old as she was when she was resurrected, and she has always been as old as ever. The ghost knows when she was resurrected. I guess she was a little kid when she died before."

"This little ghost teaches us physical skills? Doesn't it mean that physical skills are a way of fighting without using dead energy? With her small arms and legs, can she fight? I feel like I can break her wrist with one hand gone."

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