Help, I've become a paper man

There was no chance to continue chatting, and the conversation ended here. They had already reached the classroom door, and the person on the podium was replaced by a male teacher who fit the image.

The beer belly, slicked-back hair, round-frame glasses, shirt, trousers, and thermos are really classic.

Song Yi paused for two seconds, and when Jasmine pushed him, he took another step and entered the classroom.

The male teacher glanced over, still looking ahead, and said, "Some people are not like students. They don't know what to do every day."

The words sounded strange, but the students seemed to be used to it. No one responded, and Song Yi and the other two did not refute them. They stayed silent and observed the empty seats.

The classroom was almost full. The three people had good eyesight, so they didn't need to stop deliberately. While walking, they scanned the table with their eyes, looking for their names.

It only took a few seconds to lock his seat.

Their seats were separated, Jasmine and Yang Yang were at the same table, while Song Yi was at the last side. Now that things had developed to this point, they should move on to the next process, such as attending class.

But no one paid attention to the teacher. He glanced around and opened his mouth again, saying, "Look, poor students will only get worse if they are together with poor students. You are already sitting by the wall and you can still affect your classmates. If you retreat any further, you will pass through the wall."

After he finished speaking, he laughed again, as if he had found some fun. Even his round face looked ferocious at this moment.

Song Yi took a breath and realized that this person was scolding him, but to be honest, being a poor student was just an identity card, and the damage done by these words was not that great. Song Yi could completely endure it, and could even look at it for fun.

The teacher didn't get the result he wanted, and a flash of dissatisfaction flashed across his face. He continued to speak loudly and commented:

"But it's normal. One likes to fight, the other likes to get beaten. They are both good at it, no wonder they can play together."

As he spoke, his eyes were looking towards the front row, this time accusing Jasmine.

The eldest lady had never suffered any injustice. Before the last word fell, she had already clenched her fists. Just as she was about to stand up to refute, the goat raised his hand first and placed it on the back of her hand.

The boy didn't press too hard, but it still had a soothing effect. Jasmine exhaled and her expression softened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The teacher continued, "At such a young age, you only know how to tug and pull, and your mind is not on studying."

The more he talked, the more outrageous it became. Song Yi frowned and couldn't help but look at Jasmine, waiting for the other party's signal, as if he would follow suit if the other party moved.

Jasmine remained silent and ignored these words. She remained calm and just held the goat's hand.

The teacher stopped talking at this point and the class moved on to the next part. He began to lecture and while writing on the blackboard, he called on the students to open their textbooks.

Song Yi flipped through the page hastily but couldn't find any books, let alone a schoolbag. These were the equipment of a top student.

It's not surprising.

He shook his head, raised his head with emotion, looked forward, and his eyes fell on Jasmine's back. As soon as she opened the drawer, her expression froze and her movements stopped there, without continuing.

In addition to textbooks, there are also accessories and miscellaneous items.

Song Yi couldn't see her expression, nor did he know the situation. He could only see Jasmine's stiffness. As soon as he leaned over to look, Jasmine gradually relaxed.

"Don't be distracted!"

The teacher tapped on the blackboard and shouted, "Look at this!"

Song Yi came back to his senses and glanced at Jasmine again. Not finding anything wrong, he looked away and returned his gaze to the blackboard amid the crackling sound of chalk.

There were some blackboard writing on it. Under everyone's gaze, the teacher continued to lecture. The sound of writing continued, and the class quickly entered the teaching mode.

Song Yi's ears were quickly occupied by mathematics. He didn't want to be distracted at first, but with the addition of knowledge, his consciousness gradually became blurred. He felt sleepy suddenly and his vision seemed empty.

Mathematics is a hurdle. If you know it, you know it. If you don’t know it, you don’t know it. Your thinking mode will not change with your body.

The teacher, on the contrary, became more and more excited in his speech, and his voice became more and more passionate. As the sound of his teaching progressed, the walls around him began to change, and before anyone knew it, the classroom quietly entered a state of alienation.

Like a wild animal awakening, it slowly opened its mouth, and they stayed inside, waiting for the licking of the tongue.

"Snapped!"

A sound was heard and Song Yi woke up for a moment. He looked subconsciously and saw his classmate shaking. It was the man sitting diagonally in front of him. From his position, he could just see the other's arm.

There was now a clear mark on the originally smooth forearm, with clear traces of blood, which was the scar that had just been left.

Apparently that's also where the sound came from.

Song Yi frowned. His brain had just started to go fuzzy, but it regained clarity because of this speculation. He subconsciously turned his head and looked over there.

There was another "pop" sound, this time it rang beside his ear, and with a slight breeze, it went straight to Song Yi's face.

He stepped back subconsciously, feeling a sharp pain in his ears and the smell of blood filled the air. The thing that hit the man just now also attacked him.

Unfortunately, at that moment, he did not see the entity and could only roughly judge based on feeling and sound that it was an invisible teaching stick.

Just as Song Yi was thinking, the crisp sound rang out again. He suddenly stood up and dodged with a big move, perfectly avoiding the attack.

"Song Yi! Sit down!" the teacher shouted loudly, slapping the chalk on the podium, and said in a higher voice:

"We're still in class, but they're already dancing. What a scene!"

Song Yi touched the tip of his nose, subconsciously shrank his neck, and sat back in his seat. The fear and obedience he showed at this moment were completely driven by instinct.

When the teacher turned around, leaving behind a sturdy back, he belatedly realized something...

This is school, the place with the least lack of vitality and the most curiosity. It is also an age where everything is very interesting except studying!

He made such a commotion in the classroom, which was no less than making trouble in a live performance, but no one was curious? No one turned their heads to look?

The ominous premonition deepened, and as Song Yi continued his thoughts, he also felt a sense of disharmony with his teacher.

There was no conflict or contradiction when they entered the room. They were simply called back to go into the room for class, but they were scolded continuously. Now, although the tone is not good and the words are still fierce, it is like a different person, and they are not even insulting.

It was more like the image of a teacher in Song Yi's mind, but...

"Snapped!"

Just as he was thinking, the whip fell again. Song Yi was prepared and dodged in time this time. The attack landed on the table, leaving a clear mark and a louder sound.

The key point is that after this sound, there were several more whip sounds. For a moment, the sounds became one, as if firecrackers were being set off, adding a cheerful atmosphere to the classroom.

"Song Yi!" the teacher roared, turned around and looked back. It was at this glance that the sound of whips stopped, whether on Song Yi or on others.

The students looked forward, staring at the teacher. These seemingly broad-minded men were now red-faced with anger. After taking a few breaths, they warned:

"Pay attention to the class. It's already so late and you don't even check your grades. How dare you daydream in class? Are you still listening?"

At this moment, Song Yi almost hallucinated, thinking that the next sentence would be "Get out if you don't listen", but not now!!

Song Yi responded immediately and said sincerely: "Teacher, I was wrong. I won't do it again next time."

Liar, he's here to test the rules.