Julian Dawson's outburst plunged the already quiet team into an even deeper silence.
All eyes were fixed on the back of Julian Dawson's head.
His friend, seeing that something was wrong, quickly nudged him in the shoulder.
Julian Dawson had his back to them and hadn't noticed anything was amiss. When his friend suddenly touched him, he couldn't help but ask, "What, did I say something wrong? Coach Young has to be out of his mind. He could have hired anyone, but he just had to get some useless little brat to teach us?"
Julian Dawson's friend was instantly speechless. He covered his face and said, "Julian, just look behind you."
Julian Dawson, unconcerned, turned around dismissively. But the moment he did, he was met with Professor Young's face, magnified and right in front of him.
"AAAAAH—"
Julian Dawson let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered at the face that had suddenly appeared.
