I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

"Start what?"

"What does he want us to do?"

Teacher Zhang's sudden words made them all puzzled and whispered uneasily.

Xiaoling turned to look at his deskmate, who was a thin and short bean sprouts. As soon as he heard what Teacher Zhang said, he immediately resumed writing questions in his notebook.

The headmaster's words came to mind just now.

Study hard... integrate into them...

Xiaoling turned to the back and asked: "Do you have anything in the drawer?"

Feng Congmian reached in and took out an exercise book that was exactly the same as that written by the classmate next to him: "Yes."

Teacher Zhang on the podium slowly looked gloomy when he saw that they hadn't written yet.

Without Xiaoling talking, Feng Congmian quickly opened his homework and started writing.

Xiaoling also took out the exercise book in her drawer, and "borrowed" a pen from his deskmate to start writing.

His bean sprouts tablemate didn't dare to have any objections, and continued to write the topic in silence.

Sitting in the third and fourth groups, Wang Xiaoyan and others quickly figured it out, and took out their homework from the drawer to write.

Only Tian Xinxin and Li Jiaojun didn't have time to react. They sat in the front row and couldn't see the other players' movements. Teacher Zhang had already walked down from the podium while the other players were still in a daze.

He walked straight in front of them and stood still, his slightly protruding dead fish eyes slowly moved back and forth between the two of them, and he asked in an angry voice, "Why are you disobedient?"

Then he raised his voice and asked again: "Why are you disobedient!? Bad kids who don't follow the classroom rules will be beaten!"

The two of them were so frightened that they couldn't speak.

The expression on Teacher Zhang's face became more and more ferocious, and he was about to beat down with a ruler that he didn't know where to take it out.

"Take out the exercise book from the drawer!"

Wang Xiaoyan reminded them loudly, but it was too late. Although Li Jiaojun took out the top homework book in the drawer very quickly, because there was no pen by his side, he was rushed towards him before he could borrow a pen from the back table The ruler hit him hard in the face.

Snapped.Snapped.Snapped.

With a crisp sound after another, Tian Xinxin, who didn't even have time to take out the exercise book, was also mercilessly hit by the ruler.

"Ahhhh!"

They were all slapped five times with a ruler.

Teacher Zhang didn't release water at all, and the result of using all his strength with the strength of an adult was that both of them were beaten with blood.

The wound was instantly swollen, Li Jiaojun was even slapped on the face, and his right cheek was swollen like a purple steamed bun, which was very funny.

They screamed and cried out in pain, Teacher Zhang immediately tapped the table with a ruler: "Please keep quiet in class."

And his expression was filled with anger and impatience.

While Xiaoling was casually writing something in the notebook, she kept an eye on them.

A homeroom teacher who can't wait to discipline a student...

Although it behaves horribly, it can still belong to the range of human beings.

Xiao Ling casually looked away from them, and after confirming that the head teacher was human, he instantly lost interest in this incompetent teacher.

After all, they are also people who have reached the fourth level of the devil. Hearing what Teacher Zhang said, even though they were in pain, Li Jiaojun and Tian Xinxin immediately closed their mouths, even breathing lightly, trembling for fear that the ruler would fall on them again body.

Teacher Zhang showed a regretful expression when he saw them shut up so wisely, and he walked back to the back of the podium.

The rustling sound of writing in the whole class picked up again.

Xiaoling's calculating hand paused slightly, and he turned to look at his tablemate, there was still regret on the face of this bean sprouts that hadn't faded away in time.

He regretted that Li Jiaojun and Tian Xinxin were not beaten. To be precise, they regretted that Li Jiaojun and Tian Xinxin were not beaten.

When Teacher Zhang got angry and hit people just now, although there was no obvious reaction, their writing speed did slow down, because they were also paying attention to this farce.

They are really a group of "good classmates" who gloat about others' misfortune.

Xiaoling looked at the bean sprouts with a sarcastic gaze.

It seems that schadenfreude is the characteristic of this class, or it is the characteristic of this school.

Teacher Zhang watched them with vicious eyes on the podium, but unfortunately they didn't make mistakes again until the end of class. No one made a loud noise or stopped writing. Everyone looked down and wrote these homework that didn't belong to them. , Even though the high school math exercise book was full of mistakes, Teacher Zhang didn't get the chance to hit someone.

After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he left with regret and resentment, and when he left, he viciously nodded at the couple who had just been beaten.

Tian Xinxin was frightened again, and asked her boyfriend beside her a little hesitantly: "What should we do? Will he keep targeting us?"

It was also the first time that Li Jiaojun was injured when he first entered the Demon Realm. Not only did he not feel distressed when he heard his girlfriend ask this question, he also seemed very irritable: "What else can I do?"

Seeing her boyfriend getting angry, Tian Xinxin immediately shut up, she was very afraid that her boyfriend would abandon her.

No way, how could I survive in the Demon Realm by myself.

Thinking of this, Tian Xinxin's expression became more and more nervous.

The end of get out of class is the time for students to relax, and there are no so-called classroom rules. The tense nerves of the players have finally relaxed. It is only now that Li Jiaojun and Tian Xinxin dare to deal with the wounds. The place where they were hit by the ruler is hot The pain didn't ease much after a class.

Those NPC students are acting like normal students at this moment. There are twos and threes gathering together to gossip, and some girls are holding hands to go to the bathroom. The sun is shining outside, and everything makes people feel like returning home High school illusion.

The countdown to the college entrance examination is written high on the blackboard at the back, and there are exercises assigned by the math teacher on it.

With sharp eyes, Xiaoling found the class schedule stuck on the wall next to the door.

"Hello, what day is it today?" He asked the bean sprouts next to him.

Bean Sprouts gave him a strange look: "It's Friday, why don't you even know this?"

He spoke the last half of the sentence very quietly, Xiaoling didn't bother to argue with him, turned around and unceremoniously instructed Feng Congmian to look at the class schedule.

Wang Xiaoyan from the next group noticed them, she was a little curious, in her eyes this man named Feng Shang looked too cold, he didn't seem like the type who would obediently obey others' orders.

To her surprise, the man didn't care about the boy's rude tone at all, instead he obediently walked to the front of the schedule.

Following her gaze, Wang Xiaojun also noticed Xiaoling and Feng Congmian, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

These two people, one with an ice cube and one with a pretty face, what else is there to look at besides their faces, Wang Xiaojun thought sourly.

Feng Congmian's memory is very good, he just glanced at the schedule briefly, and memorized it in his head, he didn't care about Wang Xiaoyan's attention, walked back to Xiaoling, bent down and whispered: "Next class It's politics."

The hot air made Xiaoling's ears tingle, and he pushed Feng Congmian aside with a blushing face.

Feng Congmian took two steps back following his strength, and didn't tease him anymore.

Each of them had the original owner's book in the drawer, Xiaoling looked down and found the political book.

This action reminded Wang Xiaoyan, she took the banknotes and took the initiative to copy the schedule, and returned it to remind others.

"The next class is politics. You'd better get your books ready first."

Wang Xiaoyan also remembered what the principal had said to them.

After being reminded by her, the other players quickly picked up the political books.

Just as they all put their political books on the table, a familiar bell rang.

The ready bell rang.

Everyone present was no stranger to the ringing of the bell, and they followed the swarming students back to their seats.

When the class bell rang in a hurry, everyone was already seated, and they watched a short, chubby woman in high heels walk in.

As soon as she came in, she threw the book on the podium viciously: "Who didn't bring a book in this class? Stand up for me first!"

Under her sharp questioning, no one stood up. She squinted her eyes and glanced at the whole class, and was satisfied to find that everyone had books on their desks. The position said: "The guy who always forgot to bring the book finally left."

The classmate who forgot to bring the book refers to the original owner of Wang Xiaojun's position.

All the players looked at Wang Xiaojun's position, which made him swallow nervously.

After thinking for two seconds, Xiaoling made a move that surprised the other players. He raised his hand upright.

In the classroom where everyone was sitting quietly, his big move was very conspicuous. Feng Congmian immediately guessed what he was going to do, and without stopping, he held the "weapon" in his right hand and hid it under the desk, making a move that he could do at any time. Defensive posture, as long as this NPC dares to hurt someone, he will use "weapons" to block Xiaoling in front of him.

Fortunately, the political teacher didn't mean to embarrass him, but just asked impatiently: "Do you have any questions, classmate?"

Xiao Ling stood up and asked, "Does the teacher know where this classmate who always does not bring a book is going now?" In fact, he wanted to ask where the ten classmates they replaced had gone.

Hearing this unexpected question, the female teacher was visibly flustered, and then she pretended to be calm: "It's just a transfer."

Xiaoling wanted to continue asking, but she interrupted impatiently: "Okay, don't ask questions that have nothing to do with the classroom."

If she continued to ask, she would not get an answer, so Xiaoling sat down obediently, and turned her head to wink at Feng Congmian behind her.

Feng Congmian put away the weapon calmly, raised his left hand and tapped him lightly on the head.

The political teacher turned around to write on the blackboard, not noticing the small gestures between them.

The other players noticed, and they showed complicated expressions.

Another teammate of Wang Xiaoyan, Chen Bei, secretly gave Xiaoling a thumbs up to express his admiration.

Xiaoling raised her eyebrows slightly and ignored it, looking straight at the blackboard like a normal student, as if she was listening to the class seriously, but she was actually slowly sorting out the clues in her mind.

At present, they only know that they are transfer students, and it seems that they are here to hold the position of ten classmates who disappeared for no reason in this class. What they need to do is very simple, nothing more than blending into this class like a student, The biggest doubt in this realm right now is where the ten students went.

This political teacher was much more responsible than Mr. Zhang who was the head teacher. Not only did he not let them study and write the questions by themselves, but he also spoke dryly with a broken piece of chalk.

Just when she was talking about excitement, the get out of class bell rang.

She didn't procrastinate the class either, and waved her hand and said that she would walk away in those high-heeled shoes with very thin heels after class.