After finishing lunch in the dining hall, Qin Yueshi and Qian Yuya studied for a while in the library before heading to the large classroom in the Security Department building according to their elective course schedule.

Since elective courses change almost every semester, there is no historical reference to gauge the teaching quality and character of the lecturer. Therefore, in the first week of school, there is always a trial lecture for elective courses, allowing students to decide whether to enroll after listening to it.

From a distance, they saw a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the classroom. Qin Yueshi exclaimed, "So many people are interested in this course?"

Qian Yuya also felt very surprised—if she didn't know that Zhengwei Jing had once sent her money under the guise of a brother's friend, she probably wouldn't be interested in the course either.

Information in Huiyao is still quite underdeveloped. To ordinary people who have never been to Dongyang District, their understanding of the Silver Blood Association is certainly biased, at most thinking it's a coalition of several businessmen. They can hardly imagine it's a capitalist political entity controlling the military and political circles, governing Dongyang District for over a hundred years, even changing its political system.

To insiders, the 'Downfall of Silver Blood' is an event significant enough to be recorded in history books, potentially affecting the entire Huiyao for the next twenty years. Hundreds of years later, maybe Qin Le Yin will be seen as a historical criminal for 'stifling the budding of Huiyao capitalism.'

But in the eyes of outsiders, the downfall of the Silver Blood Association might be comparable to a closure of a kiosk outside the academy.

As for Zhengwei Jing, even fewer people know about him. 'Silver Blood Jing Family' or 'Silver Blood Association President'—what's there to research about the ideology of the kiosk leader?

Initially, Qin Yueshi was a bit worried that too few people might choose this course, embarrassing Qin Le Yin—her older brother had always been proud, never experienced failure.

The most unforgettable thing from her childhood was her father losing his temper again and watching Qin Le Yin walking over with a straight back, no trace of fear on his face, just a faint smile, looking more like he was going to hit rather than be hit.

She couldn't forget when Qin Le Yin first succeeded in resisting, pinning his father to the ground to knock out half a tooth, his face still held no revengeful pleasure, just a faint smile.

His confidence seemed innate, and Qin Yueshi could hardly imagine what it would be like for him to fail.

As they got closer, they understood why so many people chose this course—

Radiant Celestial Maiden!

Qin Yueshi immediately saw Ming Shuangli waiting at the entrance, surrounded by several girls. Judging by the star-like adoration, even if they hadn't met before, it was certain they were members of the strongest girl group 'Radiant Celestial Maiden.'

Seeing this, Qin Yueshi became more convinced that Qin Le Yin was targeting Radiant Celestial Maiden—otherwise, how to prove that the Radiant Celestial Maiden was here to choose his course? For his attractive red hair? For his good looks? It couldn't possibly be to seriously learn how Silver Blood Association fell, could it!

There were a few minutes left before class, typically teachers would arrive early to open the door and wait, but Qin Le Yin didn't seem to possess such excellent traditional virtues. Even with the class bell ringing, the classroom door remained firmly closed, making them realize this elective course lecturer had quite a personality.

"How can a teacher be late..."

"Did something happen?"

"Should we report this to the dean?"

Some people wanted to leave, but Radiant Celestial Maiden didn't seem to plan on leaving either, so everyone stayed put. They were curious—why this seemingly boring course attracted future emperors here? Was there a secret?

Five minutes later, a greeting suddenly came from above the classroom: "Good afternoon, everyone."

They looked up and saw a red-haired man jumping down from the roof, and someone immediately said, "Teacher, you're late!"

"Yes." Le Yu looked at that student and smiled, "Well, what can you do about it?"

Everyone was momentarily shocked; it seemed they were encountering such an audacious teacher for the first time.

"I'm not kidding, so tell me, if a teacher intentionally arrives late, how could you deal with them?"

People looked at each other, someone tentatively said, "Hit him?"

"I'm at half-step Peak of Perfection, and ordinary Integration and Mastery level Martial Artists can't withstand a few moves from me."

"Skip the class?"

"You're the one learning, not me—how does skipping the class harm me in any way?"

"Report to the dean?"

"Being five minutes late falls within reasonable error margins, explanations are only needed for being late over five minutes."

"So, have you realized?" Le Yu pulled out a key and unlocked the classroom door, "Although the Imperial Academy regulations say faculty and student personalities are equal, they're actually not equal—you don't have much power to harm my interests, but I do."

"In this world, only power is equal, authority is equal, personality equality is just an idealistic concept to pursue. So, power, authority, what are these things ultimately?"

A student immediately said, "Destructive power!"

"No, it's the distribution of interests."

"Certainly, money counts."

Le Yu pushed open the classroom door and strode inside, his steel-soled military boots making a loud sound on the wooden floor.

"It's labor."

He turned back and gestured to the students, "Human value lies in creating value. All human activities—economic, political, cultural—are essentially movements of value. The extent to which your labor creates value determines how much authority you can obtain."

"This is one of Zhengwei Jing's ideologies: labor is human essence. Ladies and gentlemen, please enter."

The students filed in and found the classroom completely unprepared; desks and chairs were placed on both sides without arrangement, the floor covered in dust, seemingly unused for a long time.

Le Yu turned on the classroom lights, walked to the podium, and scanned the crowd. His gaze swept over Qian Yuya, Qin Yueshi, Ming Shuangli, and others.

Noticing Ming Shuiyun looking at him with disbelief, he shrugged: "I believe you all have a lot of questions about my appearance, like why my skin is so good, whether it's sensitive skin—please ask these questions after class, now is class time."

"Although saying so, it's apparent the academy seems to be bullying me, this new teacher, by assigning me such an unorganized classroom." Le Yu said with a pathetic expression: "It seems I can only ask everyone to help with a thorough cleanup."

Qin Le Yin's words were interesting, his teaching method quite peculiar. Many students had realized his intentional tardiness was meant to introduce the so-called 'Zhengwei Jing's Ideology,' sparking interest in him, and naturally, they didn't mind doing this little favor.

However, just as they were about to act, Le Yu said, "No need to rush, everyone—this place is quite large. Cleaning up chaotically will be inefficient; we'd better elect... hmm, given our current numbers, electing three captains to lead regional cleaning might be more suitable."

"How do we choose the three captains? A race would be perfect."

A race? People looked at each other—why a race? Here?

But the red-haired teacher seemed determined: "Please stand at the back of the classroom, yes, yes, stand behind that wooden plank line, quickly. Rest assured, this is a very relaxed race."

Many vaguely sensed this might be part of the coursework. As they stood in line, Le Yu clapped his hands from the podium, "Great, everyone is already at the same starting line."

"However, most races in this world don't have such fairness as being at the same starting line." He smiled, "Next, I'll pose several questions. Students whose answer is 'yes,' please step forward; those who answer 'no,' remain still."

"First question—"

"Are you a student of Imperial Yanjing Royal Academy?"