Chapter 290 Lanqi said that the study style should be correct
The roars of humans and beasts intertwined, forming a mixed, harsh, and indistinguishable sound of metal clashing.
This group of uninvited intruders and the previously docile monsters blindly vented their anger in a battle without distinguishing between friend and foe. Sword blades and claws flashed under the light, and every swing was carried with a cold and resolute murderous intent, as if to cut off all life that stood in their way.
The eyes of the monsters were also filled with burning rage. Their huge bodies jumped on the battlefield, and every time they landed, the entire classroom shook.
They used their sharp claws to tear apart any enemies who dared to approach them, and swung their powerful tails, throwing students into the air, and finally slamming them to the ground with a heavy crash.
However, as more and more students joined the battlefield, the Warcraft side, which originally had the upper hand, gradually began to suffer a defeat.
“Classmates…”
The old man staggered to his feet and raised his hand as if trying to reach something, and said.
But more students rushed in and ignored him completely.
Their eyes seemed to have long been filled with desire, and they had completely lost to the devil in their hearts.
The old man, who had not yet recovered, covered his forehead which was painful from the impact, and with the greatest effort of his life, he tried hard to resist scolding these students.
Although the urge to chop all these students to death surged into his mind just now, he tried his best to hold it back.
Patience, patience, these children mean no harm.
They just used the wrong way to get to know Warcraft.
The old man coughed hard, then tried to speak loudly: "Students, don't hurt those children by mistake. They may look ferocious, but as long as you are willing to communicate with them..."
But the situation was beyond his expectations.
The sound of footsteps in the corridor became more and more obvious, as if everyone had discovered a treasure and could not stop pouring in, drowning out his voice again.
These students who rushed in like a tide started fighting with the monsters without asking any questions.
What originally seemed to him to be a minor conflict was now about to become one-sided, and even the monsters could not withstand the offensive.
"Students, please don't hurt these children! The test is not about conquering them!"
The old man's brows were almost furrowed as he shouted anxiously.
It's useless.
Not only did his voice fail to stop the students from taking action.
Instead, it makes them use force more cruelly and excitedly!
"Look! I'm going to chop all these damn ingredients up for you! No need to thank me, old man!"
"You want me to stop? Dream on!"
The student's expression was extremely ferocious, and he attacked ruthlessly, like a butcher, wanting to dismember the monster.
They were just teachers in a level 1 exam room, and they were breaking the rules. So what? The bloodstains spread freely on the originally white floor tiles, just like the broken glass on the ground, and could not be restored to their original state.
"Why...why have you all become so cruel..."
The old man looked at the out-of-control chaotic scene, his eyes filled with fear and sadness, and his hands were shaking.
"Oh, it's quite spirited. It will take some effort to kill it."
"Old man, how many credits can I get for killing one?"
As the cooking classroom quickly turned into a mess, the students continued to speak arrogantly and even sarcasticly.
The chaotic battle between humans and humans, and humans and monsters, also made them angry.
In this voice.
A classroom filled with madness and malice.
The sounds of blood and the howling of monsters could be heard one after another.
The old man's expression finally froze on his face.
Seeing the children he had raised with great care, and who would not allow anyone to hurt them, now being treated cruelly, he understood.
So that's it.
Times have indeed changed.
Kids nowadays have become bad.
The old man turned around quietly, hunched over and walked to the side of the classroom with his hands behind his back, as if he had figured something out.
He opened the metal cupboard and pulled out a large scythe.
"Hahahahaha...it's great that young people nowadays are so energetic..."
The old man smiled slightly, and swung the heavy sickle in his hand twice as easily as a branch, making a series of low humming sounds in the air.
Suddenly, everyone stopped moving.
They felt a chill on their backs.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
When they looked back.
I found that the old man's opened eyes were flashing a dark red light, as if the sleeping beast in his body had awakened.
This teacher... is at least level six.
And it's a pretty scary kind.
This cold and murderous aura is about to hit us, and I'm afraid it has countless lives on its hands!
But isn't the cooking classroom all about using these beasts as ingredients?
Although they admitted that they were more or less disrespectful to the teacher just now, why did he show signs of frenzy!? Accompanied by the sound of swallowing saliva one after another, and the slight friction sound of footsteps subconsciously retreating half a step backwards, in an instant, the whole classroom erupted with extremely chaotic sounds again.
"Rather than letting you inherit the future of Protoss, let me eliminate the harm to the empire and get rid of you all!"
The old man's facial muscles were twisted as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. He waved the sickle with both hands, accompanied by a cold and wild laugh, and his figure was like a ghost, constantly killing these thugs who had no respect for life.
Suddenly, several flowers of blood splattered in the classroom, and several figures fell to the ground.
The student he caught up with instantly had several checkerboard-like blood lines on his body, which directly triggered the blood-locking protection of the barrier. Although his life was saved, the injury of almost splitting his body would probably not be healed without lying in the hospital for a few months.
"The teacher killed someone!!"
“No!!”
Dozens of seconds later.
Boom! Boom!!
There were bursts of loud noises.
The prop racks that were originally in order and neatly arranged were now tilted and fell to the ground. The exquisite glass and amber bottles and jars were shattered into pieces and scattered all over the ground. The walls and ceiling were in a mess, and both the steel and marble were split open.
The magic energy circuits and water pipes cut by the sickle's sharp blade are still constantly emitting electric cocoons and water columns.
In the distance, there was only a piece of pure land called a classroom that had not been affected.
"I'm talking about the curriculum reform. If teachers don't kill students, how can the academic atmosphere be correct?"
Lanqi turned his head to look at Zestira and said with a relaxed expression, "Now they should remember to respect their teachers and love animals for the rest of their lives."
He is very pleased with the gains and changes made by teachers and students.
“……!?”
Zestira didn't know what to say, so she hugged the big fox tighter.
What school did you graduate from?! (End of this chapter)