Shi Yi was a fourth-level martial artist, and his wrist was broken off by a new student. He lost a lot of face.
There are so many students watching.
No matter how much it hurts, I can only bite my teeth and swallow it.
"Put... your hands down." Shi Yi tried hard to endure, and the muscles on his face spasmed.
Mu Ranran, who was sitting in the back row, was sitting closest and could see it most clearly, his eyes almost bulging out.
What does this quasi-cousin-in-law want to do?
Have you taught Teacher Shi, the most ill-tempered and petty teacher in the entire Jiulan Academy?
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the classroom became a little strange, chilly and cold.
Ling Luo, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to feel something in her heart. She moved her fingers slightly and slowly opened her eyes.
Her mind was a little heavy. She drooped her eyelids and slowly raised her head. When she saw Shi Yi's stinking stone face in the latrine, she couldn't help but frown.
"Good morning, Teacher Shi." His voice was as hazy as if he had candy in his mouth.
Shi Yi felt so aggrieved.
But——an excruciating pain came over my wrist again.
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the strength in his hands increased a bit.
"Good morning, Miss Ling..."
Shi Yi's whole face was twisted in pain. He had no choice but to use honorifics even if he was dissatisfied.
Ling Luo was still half asleep and muttered: "Teacher Shi, are you constipated..."
"puff--"
Mu Ranran, who was sitting in the back row, was the first to burst into laughter because he couldn't hold it back.
Soon, this dramatic laughter quickly infected the entire classroom, and the solemn and cold atmosphere disappeared in an instant.
The chuckles kept coming one after another.
There was a thin smile on Xuanyuan Yu's lips, and he slowly let go of Shi Yi's broken wrist.
Shi Yi was so angry in his heart, his face turned pale, and his strong body was trembling uncontrollably.
He stood there, his fierce eyes passing over every young face in the classroom that was watching the theater and gloating about others' misfortune.
Today’s freshmen are really annoying!
He walked back to the podium, snorted coldly, and slammed the table with his other intact hand.
Shi Yi's face was distorted and he sternly scolded: "Why are you laughing? Come all to the training ground and be punished by running fifty laps!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the classroom turned green.
Jiulan Academy occupies an extremely large area, with a total of ten training grounds. The largest one can cover one kilometer in one lap.
Fifty laps, that is, fifty kilometers!
When have these gentlemen and young ladies who have been pampered and pampered since childhood ever suffered like this?
"Ling Luo, you slept in class, Ling Yu, you offended the teacher, you will be punished by running a hundred laps!"
One hundred laps? One hundred kilometers?!
Ling Luo suddenly lost all sleepiness and looked at the teacher on the podium who had completely turned black in disbelief.
But—whatever comes, let’s make peace with it.
Ling Luo slowly stood up and followed the other students in the classroom, slowly moving towards the training ground.
"Are you snails? Go quickly!" Shi Yi roared angrily from behind, and the entire classroom was shocked.
He raised his foot and kicked the butt of the slow-moving young man at the end.
That young man was none other than the young master of the Ling family, Ling Ziying.
After a pair of his eyes were blinded by Kuroyu, he had a pair of prosthetic eyes installed. His vision was extremely blurred, so everything he did was extremely slow.