The materials that Tiran handed over to Petra were indeed lesson plans for her class. At first glance, they appeared to be about poetry appreciation, but the specific content...
"Hey, aren't these characters from the Western Continent?" Aya curiously flipped through one of the lesson plans, realizing that she couldn't understand most of the text.
"Yes, these are the commonly used characters in the Eastern Continent," Tiran proudly nodded.
"Wow, you can speak the common language of the Eastern Continent too?" Aya glanced at Tiran, clearly not believing it.
Of course, why wouldn't he? Although Tiran didn't understand the world's timeline completely, the common language in the Eastern Continent was Chinese. The characters were familiar square-shaped characters, although they leaned towards seal script or clerical script. With careful identification and some research, it became easy to master.
Faced with Aya's skeptical expression, the princess felt a little guilty. Well... in a way, it was cheating. As far as she knew, the Eastern Continent, in terms of both race and historical culture, was very similar to ancient China. However, according to the timeline, artistic forms like poetry hadn't appeared yet.
So our princess relied on her memories of the "Three Hundred Tang Poems" that she had memorized in primary school and the poems she had studied and passed exams on in high school to meticulously rewrite most of the well-known poems that Chinese students were familiar with...
It may sound easy, but in reality, it was quite challenging. Counting the fact that Tiran hadn't touched poetry in nearly twenty years since graduating from high school in his previous life, what he wrote from memory was incomplete. He had to rely on his limited knowledge of rhyme and rhythm to fill in the gaps, but he wasn't sure if it was correct.
"But there shouldn't be any problem reading it," Tiran muttered under his breath. He had spent almost the whole afternoon working on it. Not only did it have to be readable, but it also had to convey the intended artistic atmosphere. It had been an exhausting experience.
However, the results were magnificent.
From simple poems like "Spring Dawn" and "Thoughts on the Silent Night" to more complex works like "Washing the Xiqi Sands" and "Proud Sky and Pure Sands," Tiran managed to rewrite and attribute them to himself, Tiran Elysian. It might have been a bit shameless, but if the students were to ask about the authors, did he have to memorize the names of all the poets? People in this world must be shocked if they even heard of them.
In the end, the princess had successfully absorbed the works of many famous poets such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Zhang Jiuling, and Wang Changling, becoming a walking encyclopedia. The cultural treasures of the Great Tang Dynasty easily surpassed the mediocre poetry written by the locals of this otherworldly land. Tremble, mortals!
From now on, please address me as the Poetry Immortal, Poetry Saint, Poetry Demon, Poetry Ghost... Ahem.
As for the consequences of these actions causing a stir in the world of literature and art, it was not within the princess's consideration...
Of course, simply throwing these poems at the students wouldn't do much since they wouldn't understand them. So Tiran might have to teach them Chinese as well. Well, in that case, wouldn't it be more appropriate to call the class "Chinese Language and Literature"?...
Tiran couldn't help but laugh at the thought of a group of students studying Chinese characters with their textbooks. Oh, and it wouldn't be surprising if after attending one or two classes, no one showed up. But that would be fine too; it would make things easier for him.
So now, there was only one thing left to do.
"Deciding the entrance method."
The princess tapped the small blackboard that had been placed there at an unknown time, took out a pair of reading glasses and put them on her nose with seriousness on her face.
"Why do we have to spend so much brainpower on such trivial matters..." Aya commented weakly again, "Don't you agree, Xiaofeizi?"
"Wu wu wu!" Little Angel, who had disappeared for a while, probably to steal food, sat on the side holding a paper bag of soft bread and the academy cafeteria's special roast sausage, nodding repeatedly, cheeks bulging like a squirrel eating.
"Xiaofeizi is right, there is no need for it at all." Aya nodded in agreement and gave a thumbs-up to Tiran.
"You... never mind that Xiaofeizi didn't say anything to begin with, the money she took to buy things is mine, isn't it?"
"Don't worry about those details. Look at this poor child, being deceived by you and sold by the goddess, weak and pitiful... and hungry. Just let her eat her fill." Aya shrugged, thinking that if the princess ever recovered and came back to her senses, she might just pin her down and rub against her...
Tiran's face darkened, and he slammed the small blackboard, saying, "Listen to my point! The way to enter the stage must be decided now!"
Well, in a way, this seemed to be a problem that the princess had since her student days on Earth. No matter how big the matter was, she always remained calm. Even if she heard about earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, or the end of the world, she would just say "oh" and still be indifferent. But when it came to some trivial matters, she tended to get nervous.
For example, giving a speech. After finishing the speech at lightning speed, she would get stuck on the insignificant details, such as the intonation of the first word of the first sentence when stepping onto the stage...
"It's really troublesome... Can't we just go to class normally? Introduce ourselves?"
"Well, that's possible, but think about it. Those students at Merte Academy, their strength must be pretty good, right? It's not easy to control them, is it?"
"That makes sense. So... a more imposing opening?" Aya pondered for a moment, then raised a finger and suggested, "For example..."
...
With a bang, the door to the lecture room burst open, with half of the door panel being kicked away and landing on the wall. It directly shattered the solid wall made of large bricks, causing fragments of stone to fly everywhere, accompanied by a faint smoke.
Three figures slowly walked in through the damaged door. Each of them wore black suits, black shoes, and black gloves, as if they were attending a funeral. The silver-haired girl at the front also wore a pair of sunglasses, but the dark lenses couldn't hide her sharp gaze.
With a cold glance at the students sitting in several rows in front of the lectern, the girl sneered disdainfully, "Ha, is this all the courage the students of the prestigious First Academy have?"
"Why are you acting cool! If you have the guts, let's fight!" A brave chicken, who couldn't tolerate it, immediately jumped out, "I am the strongest knight of the Third Tier sequence, the first-ranked in the academy! I'll challenge you—"
No sooner had the chicken finished speaking than the follower behind the silver-haired girl stepped forward, the bottom of his red pupils glowing with a trace of gold. An invisible aura of dominance swept out, and the two forty-meter-long giant axes were already in his hands, almost forcing the chicken, who was still making impassioned speeches, to nearly kneel on the spot.
"Sister, who should I cut? You speak."
...
"What the hell are you daydreaming about, you idiot!"
After hearing this guy's thoughts, the princess immediately burst into laughter, slapped Aya's face with anger and embarrassment, and said, "Is this the content of your chuunibyou phase? Are you a member of the underworld wearing a black suit, black gloves, and black shoes? And a big axe is just too grounded! Why don't you just carry a hatchet and call yourself the Ax Gang!"
"Huto dāng hie hǎixīng (fǔtóu bāng yě hái háng)" Aya said unclearly as she was slapped on the face.
"Aya senior, why am I here too? I think wearing black looks ugly, can I change to white..." Little Angel weakly raised her hand and asked.
"Is your focus really on the color of clothes..." Tiran sarcastically commented, disappointed. Really, such a scene is too foolish, how can we possibly do it.
"It's not you who said it should be more imposing? I think this meets your requirements." Aya rubbed her face, which was almost deformed from the slap, and said with a worried expression.
"This imposingness is not achieved through intimidation but through foolishness. If it gets out, my reputation will be ruined!"
"You have no reputation at all..." Aya muttered under her breath.
"Oh?"
"It's nothing, absolutely nothing! Princess is wise, valiant, the best in the world, invincible." Feeling a bone-chilling cold, Aya without hesitation chose to flatter shamelessly.
"Anyway, this plan doesn't work, next one."
"But there's no next one, this is the only one I thought of. Why don't you come up with something yourself?"
"Nonsense, if I could think of something, would I ask you ministers for advice?" Tiran said irritably.
"If it's about the way of appearing, I have a suggestion." Little Angel raised her hand.
...
Okay, let's rewind the timeline and start over.
The heavy door was enveloped in a holy glow in an instant, faint hymns were heard in the classroom, the doors opened to the sides, and soft light shone in, carrying the good news from the Goddess...
...
"Not acceptable, next one."
Tiran chuckled, directly interrupting Little Angel who had her hands clasped in front of her chest and her eyes closed blissfully.
"Eh? Why not? I think it's good. The hymns can soothe the soul and spread Sister's faith. What's wrong with that..."
"There's no door, I don't want to become a charlatan like Heinrich who opens his mouth and offers sacrifices to gods."
"You jerk!" Little Angel got angry and tried to bite, but Princess quickly grabbed a piece of long breadstick and accurately shoved it deep into Little Angel's throat, choking her and making her kneel on the ground with her eyes rolling back.
"Cough, cough..."
Looking at Little Angel kneeling on the ground panting, Aya frowned and waved her hand, "Hey, hey, why does this scene look oddly evil."
"Don't pay attention to these details." Tiran attempted to pick up a bottle of white cheese sauce and artistically process the long breadstick.
"Your expression of enjoying this is totally unconvincing."
"If I say don't pay attention, then don't pay attention. Aya, my trusted strategist, do you have any other suggestions?"
"I wanted to say this earlier, what's up with your self-proclaimed title!"
