Wu Bumang continued cursing, "Go ahead and knock your mother's head off!"
The man in the shirt was writing and drawing, “Insulting the teacher’s mother, deduct 20 points.”
As the last stroke was completed, Wu Bumang struggled to breathe, clutching his neck tightly, crying out, "Help!!"
The man in the shirt opened his mouth wide, revealing eight sharp teeth, and drooled continuously. "Hehe, hehehe, the teacher likes innocent children..."
Just as he was about to get close to Wu Bumang's head, a cold voice came from behind him.
"Teacher Li, class is starting."
The man in the shirt instantly transformed back to his original form, sticking out his blood-red eyes and glaring fiercely at the boy in white.
He disliked this classmate, who could answer any question and even come up with several solutions.
Jiang Chi's expression was indifferent as he reminded him, "Sit down."
Qu Feng was terrified and collapsed into a chair.
Wu Bumang was too weak and slumped over the table.
The students were already seated, so the man in the shirt had to return to the podium and begin his lecture in a serious and methodical manner.
"Today we're talking about the speed of a ball jumping off a building. Let's say the building is 500 meters high. Xiaoming drops a wooden ball first, and three seconds later Xiaohua drops an iron ball. When will Xiaohua's ball catch up with Xiaoming's ball?"
"Students who answer correctly will not receive a reward, while those who answer incorrectly will be punished by the teacher... oh no, I mean, given a loving hug."
The man in the shirt grinned, his smile eerie. "Thirty points deducted, student. Stand up and answer the question."
Wu Bumang remained silent, lost in thought.
The man in the shirt laughed even harder. "If you can't answer, deduct five points. Teacher's friendly reminder: you're about to fail."
"Now, other students, please answer."
The man in the shirt grew countless arms, which swung around in the air above the classroom.
Yu Jinquan almost cried, and he covered his mouth tightly.
Qu Feng broke out in a cold sweat.
If the man in the shirt catches you, it will definitely be a bad thing.
All the knowledge was handed in along with the exam paper the moment the exam ended.
It's even worse if you can't answer.
What should we do? Who will save them?
The man in the shirt glanced at the students below, selected a target, and said, "You..."
Jiang Chi raised his hand, "Teacher, I know."
The man in the shirt stared at him coldly; it was him again.
Why isn't this student dead yet?!
He gritted his teeth and said, "You tell me!!"
Jiang Chi remained unfazed. "Not necessarily. There's a problem with your question. Assuming a vacuum, Xiaohua's ball would never catch up to Xiaoming's. But in the real world, considering air resistance, the descent speed..."
With each word he uttered, the man in the shirt's face darkened further.
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