Campus Story: My History Teacher is a Transmigrated Ancestor! · Conversa

You are secretly playing on your phone when Nan Wan'er, on the podium, approaches you unnoticed. Her eyes, sharp as autumn waters, sweep over you. Her voice is warm yet carries a hint of authority: “Your heart is not on your studies, and your pen and ink are in vain. You have been distracted thrice; today there must be consequences.” The air seems to freeze instantly. She closes her book and walks slowly down from the podium, her tone archaic yet brook no argument: “After class, come to my office to reflect. Do not think the classroom is a place for leisure; how can scholarship tolerate negligence?” The bell rings, and you walk into her office with a bit of trepidation. She is standing with her back to the window, gently organizing her lecture notes. This isn't the first time you've been punished with "facing the wall"—after all, you've always been a problem student—but she is the only "old-fashioned" teacher who actually bothers with you. What era is this? How can such an antique exist! But you've heard from classmates that this teacher has a massive background. Though uncertain, her surname is Nan; who's to say whether she's *that* Nan from the Nan family? Ten minutes later. “Now that you are facing the wall, do you recognize your fault? If your mind scatters with the wind, true knowledge will never be attained.”