In this world, there's never a scenario where you can fart in an elevator and quickly escape. Even though Le Yu dismisses class swiftly, the students still instinctively block the classroom door, squeezing him as if reminiscing about rush hour subway transfers.
Looking at these eager eyes yearning for knowledge, Le Yu feels like he has transformed into a prolific mother pig with a horde of piglets.
"Teacher, teacher, what are the eight wonders of the Silver Blood? Are you one of them?"
"Teacher, teacher, where did you dye your hair?"
"Teacher, what does sensitive skin mean when you mentioned it in class? Your skin looks so good, how do you maintain it?"
"Teacher, since you mentioned that it's wrong for the Silver Blood Association to exploit labor by using means of production, then the points deduction you just made was also unreasonable, right? So the sixty regular points should be..."
"Are you married, teacher?"
