"Pardon my directness." Yue Yu scratched his ear, looking incredulous: "The Royal Academy is a place where someone like me can be a teacher?"
Yue Yu's words were not out of self-pity or inferiority, but rather a realistic assessment—after all, Yanjing's Royal Academy is the most prestigious institution, and those who can teach there must at least be academic giants, pillars of the state, holding up half of its foundation.
Just like the professors at Tsinghua and Peking University, could they be ordinary people?
Qin Leyin, although Yue Yu's best supercar for now, is still a twenty-year-old young man, not a graduate of the Royal Academy, equivalent to a 'substandard bachelor's degree'; he hasn't reached the Peak of Perfection in Combat Technique, and the Blood Drinking Eight Sheath Flow cannot be taught at the Academy, equivalent to 'no academic achievements'; his social status is that of a refugee from Dongyang, equivalent to 'social idler'.
