He threw a piece of chalk accurately at Jiang Li's head and shouted.
"Jiang Li!"
Jiang Li felt something strange attacking him in his sleep, so he instinctively used his perfect Bull Fist. A straight punch, like an antelope hanging its horns, with restrained and delicate force, blasted the fragile chalk back to the desk intact, and then hit Chen Datong's forehead, leaving a conspicuous white mark.
All the students burst into laughter!
The classroom was suddenly filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The students were happy, but Chen Datong was furious. Veins popped out of his forehead as he roared:
"Jiang Li!"
Jiang Li finally woke up at this time and stood up instinctively:
"Teacher, I'm here!"
The students laughed even more happily. Li Wanhe held his forehead and pointed at the white mark on Chen Datong's forehead with his lips. Only then did Jiang Li realize what he had done.
He opened his eyes wide, spread his hands and said innocently, "I'm sorry, teacher. I dreamed of a white snake biting me, and I instinctively threw a punch."
Su Yueyue was so happy that she covered her mouth and laughed.
Chen Datong's fingers were shaking with anger.
"I don't care what you dream about. What's important is that you were still sound asleep in my class with only 36 days left until the college entrance exam?"
"What? Are you sure you'll pass the college entrance exam, or are you letting yourself down? If I remember correctly, your Qi and blood are only a little over 60 calories. If you don't work hard now, you'll regret it when you enter society!"
"Yes, you've reached the proficient level in the Bull Fist, and you've practiced it quite well. Are you planning to give up at the last minute? If you work harder, you might be able to break through to the minor success level. Then your fate will be completely different, don't you know?"
As Chen Datong spoke, he felt a little disappointed.
There was no doubt that he was a good teacher who never gave up on any student. Jiang Li felt a little embarrassed and was about to explain: "Teacher, I..."
At this time, a clear and pleasant voice rang out: "Teacher, please don't blame Jiang Li. He practiced the Bull Fist with me all day yesterday. He practiced too late and didn't sleep well, so he fell asleep in class. He didn't let himself go. Please don't be angry."
It was Su Yueyue who came out to rescue.
But the content of her words made all the students boil with excitement, and the fire of gossip burned fiercely, like a pot exploding!
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