Seeing that the situation was not going well, the kidnapper held a small knife to the teacher's neck and, in a state of mental instability, forced Wang Dadong to kneel down.

The crucial point is that Wang Dadong was actually prepared to do as instructed, and even asked Ding Xiaoyu and Wang Yase to help him stop the agitated classmates behind him?!

Xia Xiang was speechless. What on earth were they thinking? At their speed, they could have punched the kidnapper dozens of times in the blink of an eye.

As expected, those involved are often blinded by their own perspective; it's still necessary for her to step in and take overall control.

Xia Xiang took out a bamboo flute from her bag and tossed it a few times. She circled around from the back of the crowd to the other side, quietly approached the kidnapper wearing a fisherman's hat from behind, and then flicked the flute with her backhand.

The kidnapper fell to the ground—

The members of Class 1-1 fell silent. Wang Da Dong, kneeling in mid-air, stared in astonishment, his mouth agape.

"What are you standing there for? Untie the class teacher." Xia Xiang tossed the bamboo flute into the air, spun it around, and then picked it up.

Jin Baosan was now smug: Little chickens, you don't know, do you? This is the bamboo flute printed on the black dog's face.

"Everyone, please call an ambulance! That person is sick. He didn't do it on purpose. Please call an ambulance for him." Tian Xin was still in shock when she started worrying about the mentally unstable kidnapper.

Soon after, the ambulance arrived. Tian Xin explained her situation to the medical staff and treated some minor abrasions on her body.

Meanwhile, the students of Ultimate Class 1 waited in the warehouse.

"Xiangxiang, you..." Wang Dadong hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

He never expected that Xia Xiang, who looked so gentle and weak, would be so steady, accurate, and ruthless.

"What did I do? I just gave him a random tap, who knew he'd be so fragile?" Xia Xiang quickly interjected. "If anything happens to him, it's not my fault!"

“Then what about this?” Wang Yase pointed to the object in Xia Xiang’s hand that looked like a bamboo flute.

Ding Xiaoyu: This flute looks familiar, though it's a bit rough around the edges.

Xia Xiang tossed it into the corner, patted off imaginary dust from her hands, and said with obvious disgust, "I picked this up in the corner. It must be a flute."

She probably just bought a few dozen at random; nothing special.

Jin Baosan moved stealthily to the corner where Xia Xiang had lost her flute and secretly hid it in his sleeve.

Just as everyone was laughing and joking, Xia Xiang and Ji An simultaneously sensed a demonic aura.

"What's wrong?" Ding Xiaoyu noticed Xia Xiang's reaction and also looked around warily.

"It's nothing, I probably just strained too much and my stomach hurts."

Xia Xiang quickly clutched her stomach and answered absentmindedly until she saw that Ji An had already sneaked out. Then she continued to chat with them casually, trying to attract everyone's attention.