The Young Matriarch

Chapter 1010: Chapter 1010: Teaching in a Dream! The Ancestral Master Conceals His Skills and Fame

Duan Xueqin gets talkative when nervous, especially after learning from the doctor half an hour ago that she has a terminal illness, her nerves are on high alert.

Seeing the male student beside her with red eyes, she couldn’t help but ask, "What’s wrong with you?"

Her husband also cast a concerned glance.

Around them, a crowd of spectators, each more excited than the last.

Zhang Jun, hearing the couple beside him chatting, suddenly felt a lump in his throat: "It’s nothing, just had a fight with my parents."

Zhang Jun continued to mutter to himself: "Every year, I use my scholarship to help out at home. Just this once, I wanted to see my idol’s variety show. Can’t I spend money on something I’m interested in?"

Out of a ten thousand scholarship, he spent eight thousand eight hundred to come to the show, for the best seats!

His mother argued with him over the phone, scolding him for wasting money. How could a rural boy spend money like that?

Zhang Jun’s eyes were slightly red, and he looked up at the stage where the staff were still making final preparations, suddenly having a premonition—

Perhaps he wouldn’t regret spending these eight thousand plus on tickets.

Duan Xueqin, hearing this, didn’t feel right interrupting, honestly sitting in her seat, fixated on the stage, afraid of missing Bai Chuwei’s appearance!

Now, Bai Chuwei wasn’t just a future sister-in-law, she was her lifeline!

Backstage was still noisy, makeup artists were doing makeup for the contestants, and four top students sat in chairs with books in their hands, occasionally raising their hands making a stabbing motion, scaring the makeup artists to drop their puffs several times.

These overachievers, obsessed with learning!

"I dream about the Immortal Teacher giving classes in my dreams, teaching me needle techniques," one overachiever mumbled, dark circles that concealer couldn’t hide under his eyes.

"Me too, dreamed of the four of us having classes together and even doing needling," a girl beside him said while eating chips.

"I had the same dream!"

Every day immersed in intense studies, and in the few remaining hours of sleep, dreaming of Bai Chuwei teaching classes in dreams.

The weird part was... when they woke up, every word of the dream courses was unusually clear, and when they consulted Mr. Liu, the dream-learned theories were correct.

It was strange, how could they all dream of the same scenes?

They all glanced at Bai Chuwei in unison, a hint of envy in their eyes.

Evidently, the Immortal Teacher accompanied them learning, yet she never had dark circles and didn’t need makeup on stage.

Bai Chuwei innocently spread her hands, denying: "Why are you looking at me? How would I know about your dream classes featuring me?"

Liu Zhen stood beside, revealing a mysterious smile, that’s the Ancestral Master for you, concealing achievements and fame.

Teaching in dreams added extra study time in just over ten days.

Making final preparations, the staff hurriedly ran over to urge, "Everyone, with the bgm starting, the two teams can enter from the left and right passages respectively."

As the bgm started, Bai Chuwei and Liu Zhen led the four top students out from Channel A, while Holy Medicine Sect also came over simultaneously.

The whole place erupted in cheers, placards waved fervently, thousands shouting "Bai Chuwei," almost lifting the roof.

"Oh my, the Holy Medicine Sect teacher is so beautiful. Why do I feel she has a similar aura to Bai Chuwei?"

"Both are cool and proud, both surnamed Bai, are their outfits clashing today?"

"Hahaha, outfit clashing isn’t scary, whoever looks bad is embarrassed!"

"..."

Under the cameras, everyone could see clearly, Bai Chuwei and Holy Medicine Sect’s Bai Wuyou were both in white dresses, ethereal, heavenly, and transcendent.

"Wow, I’d believe it if someone said they’re sisters!" a spectator suddenly shouted.

Bai Chuwei’s smile deepened, but she said nothing.

Bai Wuyou, hearing the audience, turned to look at Bai Chuwei. webn ovel(.)com

They really did look alike, as if carved from the same mold. Correct content is on f|re(e)w eb.n\ovel.(c)o.m

Bai Wuyou’s eyes shifted unpredictably, suddenly harboring a dreadful suspicion— noveldrama

This Bai Chuwei, could she also be a counterfeit Island Master from Immortal Island, just like her?