Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi apologized in his heart, and then followed the teacher's reminder to continue his guess and continue to try the rule of "if you get distracted, you will be beaten."

At this moment, his image was extremely similar to those students who deliberately made noises in a mischievous way during class.

Not only did he get beaten, but innocent classmates were also implicated. As long as their attention was diverted, they were judged as distracted and were beaten with the ruler's cane.

But no one said that the teaching stick was really a whip, which was different from what would be used in normal schools.

No one had the time to care about these things. When the first person was injured, he subconsciously uttered swear words. After being hit two more times, Song Yi was able to barely save the entire Cyber ​​family. At least on the surface, they were saved and their families were no longer questioned.

As for what everyone thinks?

If you lose focus you get beaten, if you study you become absent-minded, the control keys are tightly locked, and most people work first and think later.

Song Yi, on the other hand, bravely stepped forward, quickly admitted his mistakes, apologized actively each time, and then continued to try to zone out.

He repeated the process of trying, getting beaten, and apologizing.

The teacher went from criticizing to looking coldly at him. Even though Song Yi admitted his mistake consciously, the teacher no longer gave him a chance. Just like going through the motions, he turned around, glanced at him, and continued with the class.

The two of them have a good match.

Twenty minutes later, with his efforts and after many violations, the pointer's attack was escalated again, with both force and speed increasing.

As he dodged, his movements became larger and larger, and the noise became louder and louder.

In this situation, even the NPCs can't stay focused, let alone the players.

As time went by, the anger of the crowd continued to grow. The teacher turned around, stared at him and said "sorry", but did not start to talk immediately. Instead, he said:

"Have you had enough of this nonsense? You are only causing more trouble for everyone. There is no point in doing this."

Song Yi asked: "Is this really nonsense?"

The teacher didn't answer, but said coldly: "If you don't believe it, why not ask your classmates and hear what they say."

Song Yi nodded easily, looked forward, said "Okay", and then waited for everyone's answer.

Although there were NPCs present, after this lesson, Song Yi was not sure what they were thinking. But judging by himself, he thought everyone should understand.

"Pay attention in class" is the core rule and violating it will result in punishment. But on the other hand, when he listens carefully, the "reward" he gets is also special, and the feeling of being mentally controlled still remains.

When Song Yi thought about it for a while, he felt like vomiting again.

He took a breath and waited for an answer, his eyes full of trust, but the classroom remained quiet.

The teacher said, "Tell me what you think of Song Yi."

The air remained silent. Two seconds later, Jasmine asked first:

"What did you find out?"

Her voice was dry, not because of nervousness, but more like lack of water, and it sounded like she was in difficulty.

Song Yi opened his lips and was about to answer when another female voice sounded, saying coldly:

"Stop it."

The one who was speaking was the girl with a bun on her head. She frowned and looked annoyed, even more so than Jasmine. It was obvious that she was not having a good time either.

In the invisible, the degree of alienation deepens. Unlike the stairs, in the classroom, there are no exaggerated special effects and no obvious results. Instead, it is colorless and tasteless, and invisible to the naked eye.

Closer to a group debuff.

Depending on the position, different effects are experienced and the mental strength felt is also different.

Generally speaking, the closer you are to the podium, the stronger the pressure you feel, and your condition is worse now. When someone speaks, the students in the front row follow suit, and the silence in the classroom is broken and begins to turn into noise.

Song Yi was not clear about this, and could not explore it for the time being, but after going through the book many times, he had learned a new way, and after successfully reconciling with his intuition, he used it skillfully to verify his guesses.

There was no sense of crisis. Everyone just expressed their opposition verbally but had no ill will towards him.

There is no strong tendency, which means that what he meant is not wrong. The information he has is not comprehensive, and this way of helping everyone to wake up is not necessarily correct.

The idea flashed through his mind, Song Yi sorted out his thoughts, and spoke again, saying:

"Teacher, I was wrong. I shouldn't have acted so foolishly. I will listen to the teacher in this class."

He apologized skillfully, and the classroom became quiet again because of this sentence, without even the teacher's warning. It can be said that such a class has strong self-control and initiative, and it is really hard to be convincing to rely solely on the self-consciousness of the students.

At least Song Yi didn't believe it.

But the teacher nodded to show that he understood, and after starting the lesson again, he still gathered his thoughts, tried to concentrate, and listen carefully.

He also understood that he needed to try out the clues while learning them. After entering the learning state for a certain period of time, he could see what effect would appear and then find a solution through comparison.

You can't just perform a circus as soon as the class starts.

He had a good idea and was full of confidence at the beginning. However, as time passed, his perception became confused and his thoughts were shrouded in fog, as if he had fallen into a dream, but his body was still moving.

Student "Song Yi" had no books or paper, but there was a gel pen in the hole of the desk.

He was dizzy, guarding his last moments of clarity, but he indulged his body's "subconscious reaction" and wanted to experience the reward of being a good boy.

"Song Yi" tightly grasped the pen in his hand and stared at the blackboard. After a few seconds of stalemate, he could feel his arms stiffening. He was obviously a living being, but he moved clumsily like a corpse.

The pen tip was also in motion, falling on his arm, and the next moment, it became fluent, and he directly selected the formula written on the blackboard and copied it onto his arm.

The ball rolled across the skin, leaving a slight dampness, which should be the trace of ink, but it was stickier and had an unpleasant odor. Just the smell of it, a continuous pain, made Song Yi sober up a little.

He suppressed his impulse and did not resist immediately. He continued to feel the moment, only to feel that his surroundings were becoming more and more oppressive until pain came from his soul.

It was as if a knife was slowly cutting him.

Song Yi mobilized his mental strength and directly got rid of the state of barely listening to the lecture. He woke up immediately and was about to deal with the whipping, but the next moment, the feeling of sleepiness came over him again.

He was once again pulled by knowledge and called the blackboard book to attract his attention.

Even though he didn't understand anything at all when he was listening to the lecture just now, he was still affected by it. His consciousness was pulled, and in a short period of time, he was even more deeply immersed in it, and was fascinated by it for a while.

This is an even more terrifying thing. Song Yi's mental strength is not good enough, and Yan Changyue had acted as a plug-in for him earlier.

It was equivalent to a Nascent Soul master. When he was in the Qi Refining stage, Yan Changyue possessed him and taught him how to use spiritual energy... No, it was Yan Changyue who taught him how to use mental power!

Thinking of this, Song Yi sobered up for a moment. He no longer hesitated, and reached down directly, opened his waist bag, and reached his fingers inside. His movements were smooth and flowing.

But at the same time, he was also too rough, and the zipper made a sound. This was done in a hurry, but even so, he almost didn't make it in time.

In the last few seconds, Song Yi felt suffocated, his attention was pulled, and his eyes looked towards the blackboard...

Fortunately, at this moment, his fingertips touched the cufflinks, and his hands were still in his waist bag. He had already tightened his palms and held them tightly. With a sneer, his brain instantly became clear.

Yan Changyue was not there this time. Song Yi could tell clearly that the laughter came from the cufflinks. This thing was working again and was laughing at him again!

What the hell is that!

Song Yi thought randomly and pulled his hand out first. The cufflinks were made of hard material and left marks on his palm. The spreading pain made his mind clearer.

But not enough.

The blackboard was still working, and Song Yi could clearly feel that his consciousness was stuck in the middle, being pulled by it and the cufflinks. It was no less than two large speakers placed close to his ears, playing different songs.

"Teacher!" Song Yi shouted.