"Teacher Gu Tong..."
Huang Zhizhong widened his eyes in disbelief. Sheng Yiweng actually compared Gu Tong to Mr. Baili.
Though Gu Tong is quite impressive now, compared to Mr. Baili, she’s still far behind.
"No one is more qualified than the teacher! Just wait and see." Sheng Yiweng didn’t say much more, but propped his chin with one hand and continued listening to Gu Tong’s lecture.
Although she was still explaining the basics, it was more interesting than just chatting.
Sheng Yiweng closed his mouth, but Principal Huang Zhizhong beca even more puzzled. He recalled Sheng Yiweng’s grandfather’s illustrious background and began to wonder if this was the result of his grandfather’s analysis.
...
"Now, those who can proficiently handle a scalpel, stand up. Those who haven’t, stay where you are!"
The sa words from before, but enough to confuse the students in the classroom.
Fortunately, there were seniors in the class who had attended one more session than them. At this mont, with troubled expressions, they all led the way by standing up.
The whole class stood up, except Sheng Yiweng who sat calmly in his chair. However, his inner strength was formidable, undisturbed by honor or disgrace, showing no change in expression, as if nothing had happened.
Gu Tong glanced around and was particularly pleased with the number of people standing. She nodded slightly and said, "Very good! Those skilled with the scalpel will undergo physical training. Let introduce you to your temporary teacher, Professor Li Yan from Warhawk Class 1 of the East District Special Trainees. He’s more than capable of training you."
The students: "???"
Special trainee professor...
Damn...
Have they joined so kind of bizarre class...
Finally, it was Li Yan’s turn.
He stood up, took one step forward with his long legs, standing in the aisle. He glanced at the students in the back row, without counting heads, and said, "See you on the playground!"
Just three words, but the unparalleled sense of oppression gradually spread in everyone’s hearts. They looked at this terrifying substitute teacher and shivered.
A sense of foreboding erged in their hearts. The substitute teacher’s tone didn’t sound like ’see you on the playground,’ more like ’see you in hell’...
The students were still in a daze, not yet recovered.
Li Yan was already standing at the classroom door. He casually looked up and glanced at the wall clock, lazily saying, "Three minutes."
The students: "???"
What, what does that an...
All the students panicked, not understanding the substitute teacher’s aning. They all turned to the nearest principal without a word.
Principal Huang Zhizhong looked at Li Yan with a look of admiration, but was actually just as clueless, having no idea what he ant.
The students shifted their gaze again, landing on Gu Tong.
Gu Tong rested one hand on the podium, glanced at her reticent Devil King, shrugged, and said, "Your substitute teacher is saying you have three minutes to get to the playground."
The students: "..."
Huang Zhizhong: "..."
Damn, three minutes...
This is Building 5, even jogging all the way to the playground will take about five minutes...
"Three!" Li Yan counted casually.
"Two!" Another word landed!
"One!"
The students, full of questions, looked once again at Gu Tong, the Royal Translator, seeking a translation...
The Gu Tong brand Royal Translator ca online, saying, "Your substitute teacher says, the tir has started."
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