As the footsteps grew older and clearer, Qin Nuo noticed the strange atmosphere in the classroom and changed as well.

"The students seem to be afraid of Teacher Yan. Could it be that he is a terrifying image similar to the demon teacher, right?"

In addition to all kinds of terrifying images, Qin Nuo's mind appeared.

It’s not because he has rich imagination. He has seen too many distorted and terrifying, even disgusting ghosts.

There is no special case in each set of copies.

But the result was that he was really wrong. A man in a suit and leather suit put a wet umbrella at the door and walked in. He was dressed neatly, handsome, and smiling, which was exactly in line with the kind of teacher in the eyes of Korean girls.

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The faint smile on the corner of his mouth and the warmth of Hee make people inexplicably close to each other.

"It seems to be terrifying, why are students so afraid of him?" Qin Nuo thought to himself.

"Hello, classmates, the last class in the afternoon is my course. The homework assigned to you yesterday has been completed, right?" Teacher Yan put the textbook aside, held the table with both hands, looked at the podium, and asked.

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"It's done." Some students responded, while some bowed their heads and said nothing.

There are also some who are already crazily borrowing classmates' homework to copy and rush to put them on the shelves.

Teacher Yan smiled slightly: "Then I won't check my homework today, just pick up a few classmates to come up and answer."

"The students who answer correctly will be rewarded."

"The student who hit the wrong one will be beaten by the ruler."

While speaking, Teacher Yan picked up a ruler, a very ordinary long ruler, and tugged it on his palm or butt. The scorching pain was inevitable.

After saying that, he turned around and wrote a math problem on the blackboard.

A very simple geometry problem.

After watching it, players have certain answers in their minds.

Qin Nuo also has no pressure.

But as players, it may not be a good thing to answer.

If you play a poor student but abnormally solve a math problem with relatively high difficulty in roles, your playing level will undoubtedly be reduced.

Therefore, players are trying to find out from their respective textbooks whether they are playing students, whether they are poor students or top students.

Teacher Yan called two students up and went up, and both students answered.

Then, they all got two candies and happily jumped down from the podium.

"Liu Zicong, come and answer the third question."

Teacher Yan called out the third name.

A student stood up slowly, looking unnatural.

Obviously, this is a player.

He was very uneasy and walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk in front of the blackboard, and pondered hard at the moment of the topic.

I was about to write the chalk, and I stopped again, making a very embarrassed and panic-like look.

Qin Nuo was a little funny.

This is a very simple question, and you can answer any junior high school education.

It is not difficult to see that this player is acting. The student he plays should be a poor student. He is anxious and uneasy when he is drawn, the dilemma and suddenness when he answers, and the performance is superb.

"This guy has amazing acting skills. If nothing unexpected happens, his acting performance will increase a lot."

Seeing that Liu Zicong on the stage had almost finished acting, he put down his chalk powerlessly, lost his mind and looked at the teacher on the ground, and said, "Teacher, I can't answer."

Teacher Yan did not make things difficult for him and comforted him: "It's okay, just work hard next time."

"But as agreed, you have to be beaten with a ruler."

Liu Zicong nodded and said seriously: "Well, I will work hard, I will take a ruler as a motivation!"

"What a good kid." Teacher Yan seemed to be very satisfied with such a student.

Although I can't answer, my learning attitude is very positive.

"Congratulations to the player for completing the role, increasing the role by 2%."

When Liu Zicong heard this voice in his mind, he felt secretly happy.

At the same time, he stretched out his palm and accepted the punishment of the ruler.

Teacher Yan picked up the plastic ruler and said, "Depending on your attitude, the teacher should be gentle."

After saying that, he raised the ruler and sucked it down.

Swish!!

The moment the ruler was pulled down, Liu Zicong's expression froze. On his trembling face, bright red blood beads splashed on them and bloomed.

His trembling pupils followed the broken arm that flew out.

Click!

My arm hit the wall and fell into the corner. The golden silk curtains by the window seemed to be decorated with Zhu Danhong a few times, making them even more beautiful.

Liu Zicong looked at his broken right shoulder, the broken blood vessels were still splattering blood, and a piece of white bones were exposed in the blurred flesh and blood.

"You..." Liu Zicong turned around and stared at Teacher Yan in panic.

"Child, the teacher didn't lie to you, just be gentle."

His smile was still gentle, full of sunshine, but it was also a bit more pathological.

The handsome man's close face was stained with blood, and his bright red tongue stretched out and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

A smile like a devil.

Liu Zicong took a step back tremblingly.

At the same time, the atmosphere in the classroom seemed to be much more active.

The students opened their mouths and laughed strangely, as if they were amused by Teacher Yan's words, and did not care about the bloody scene at all, or they were used to it.

"Go back to your seat, remember what you said, work hard, the teacher will call you next time, and strive to give you delicious candies!"

Liu Zicong gasped and returned to his seat tremblingly, his face turned pale.

He looked at the cut off arm, his face pale and he was extremely ugly.

On the first day of the game, there was no arm left, and the subsequent game progress would undoubtedly be greatly affected!

The faces of the other players also became heavy.

Qin Nuo's mouth was also twitching.

What a gentle draw.

My arms were removed!

Sure enough, he was still too naive to think. There was no normal copy in the thriller game.

Thrillers happen all the time and will not follow your ideas at all!

Qin Nuo's situation is not bad.

Those players who play the role of poor students have a headache.

If the answer is correct, the playing level will be reduced.

The answer is wrong, there are fewer arms and legs.

It's a painful choice for them.

At this moment, they just wanted to not draw themselves and finish this class safely.

Teacher Yan's answer was not intended to stop.

I wrote four questions on the blackboard and took turns to answer them.

The first question of the new round was drawn to a boy in the front seat, but he didn't seem to be a player.

He walked up to the podium uneasy, his hands wrapped around him, his expression was extremely entangled.

Teacher Yan continued to encourage gently: "It's okay, write boldly, what if there are candy?"

After being encouraged, the boy nodded, picked up the chalk and answered on the blackboard.

Soon, the boy finished writing.

Under the podium, Qin Nuo frowned slightly.

Wrong.

And it's a bit outrageous.

Under the podium, many students started to make excuses.

The boy seemed to realize that he had answered wrongly, and he curled his mouth. Perhaps he had no candy, or perhaps he was afraid of being beaten by a ruler, and his little face was full of grievances.

"Teacher, can you be gentle?"

Teacher Yan's smile still seemed to have a hint of hideousness.

"Yes, but next time I have to remember how the teacher teaches you."

The boy nodded, just put his hands down, closed his eyes, waiting for punishment.

Teacher Yan raised the ruler and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant as he twitched.

Swish!
Chapter completed!