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Chapter 1912 Please call me a mentor (6)

With a brazier under their buttocks and a savage instructor wielding a whip in front of them, every one of the group of teenagers wanted to die.

Shen Yanxiao's devil training was completely inherited from Xiu. When Xiu was training her back then, some of his methods were more cruel than this.

Now, Shen Yanxiao finally got rid of the situation of being educated and began to ravage these naughty children.

The whole afternoon, the naughty children were squatting. The promised hour turned into three hours! They could only rest for five minutes every forty minutes, and then they started doing the inhumane squatting again...

God knows who developed this torturing thing.

The young man who originally had the mentality of watching the strange teacher now feels that life is worse than death.

Three hours later, they finally escaped from the hellish training.

One by one, my legs were so sore and numb that they no longer felt like my own.

They wanted to cry. If they had known that this mentor named Emperor Yan was so perverted and beat them to death, they would not come over. Even if they asked for sick leave, they would have to run away as far as they could!

Compared to the pain of the naughty children, Shen Yanxiao was also in pain.

She didn't expect that the undead's physique would be so bad. There was still three hours of rest time, but this made some teenagers show signs of physical exhaustion. This amount of training would not be able to support her subsequent training. How else to proceed with the plan?

If those teenagers knew that today's training was just an appetizer and the real meal was yet to come, I wonder if they would collectively wipe their necks.

Just when Shen Yanxiao was thinking about whether to change his method tomorrow, Kyle walked in from the entrance of the martial arts arena.

A group of abused teenagers almost cried with joy when they saw Kyle.

"How is it?" Kyle walked to Shen Yanxiao and asked casually.

This was his first time trying physical skills in the academy. In order not to disturb Shen Yanxiao's teaching, he didn't show up before. This was the calculated time to come over quietly.

Kyle noticed that there were dozens of braziers placed at one end of the martial arts arena. The fire oil in the braziers was almost exhausted, and there was only a small flame still swaying in the wind.

Shen Yanxiao shrugged. Although she wanted to say that the physical condition of these naughty children was really bad, she was not sure whether all undead were like this, so she simply didn't say anything more.

Seeing that Shen Yanxiao had nothing to say, Kyle turned to look at the students being trained.

"How are you feeling today?"

Kyle's inquiry seemed to open a portal, and the students who had been working hard all afternoon broke out at this moment.

"Teacher Kyle! Tutor Yandi...she beats people!" A crying undead girl pointed at Shen Yanxiao with tears in her eyes. Her thin legs were trembling, obviously she had been squatting in the horse stance for too long.

"Huh?" Kyle was slightly startled.

"She beat Zhan Ye and Xerox as soon as she came over. She also punished us by making us stand on the brazier and not moving, and whipped us with whips!" The undead girl became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, with big tears rolling down her eyes. Luo, in Minghuo Academy, the number of female undead is rare. Even when other instructors teach, female undead will receive certain preferential treatment. But let alone preferential treatment today, Shen Yanxiao saw the girl unable to stand several times and threw him away. He put several whips at her feet, and almost hit her body, which scared her so much that she almost fainted.

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