The class was a grueling, agonizingly long ordeal. When the final bell of the dismissal rang, the children cheered and rushed out of the classroom. Jingyi collapsed almost lifelessly against the edge of the podium, took off her tinted glasses, and wearily massaged her aching brow. The onlookers outside the window gradually dispersed.
As she packed her teaching materials, preparing to escape this "battlefield" that suffocated her, the corner of her eye caught the relatively quiet reading nook at the back of the room. A few children who always seemed distracted and restless during history class—the boy who loved to secretly draw mechanical diagrams, the girl interested only in botanical plates—were huddled together now, their heads nearly touching as they intently flipped through a thick volume of *Teyvat Chronicles*. The pages displayed illustrations of the grand dome murals of the Sumeru Akademiya and ancient stone-rubbings of Lord Azhdaha.
"Teacher Jingyi!" The little girl spotted her, lifted the book excitedly, and pointed to an illustration depicting a massive adeptal beast. "This one! Is this as scary as the monster you ran into that night? The book says it guards a treasure, is that true?" Her eyes shone with a thirst for knowledge.
Chapter 137