His heart felt as if it had been viciously squeezed by a hand with bulging veins!
Li Lu had never believed in something as ethereal and illusory as an "aura."
But the instant Song He walked into the classroom, his past beliefs and what little reason he had left completely collapsed. Song He's aura was so overwhelming that every hair on his body stood on end, and he nearly started trembling!
He suddenly understood why Song He was called the Technology Emperor! At that moment, he actually felt the urge to kneel. His legs wouldn't stop sliding toward the floor, as if kneeling was the only way to gain even a sliver of security!
The feeling was bizarre to the extreme. Song He's expression was clearly not fierce, even carrying the hint of a smile. He clearly wasn't wearing the Dragon Robe, only a casual black tracksuit. His appearance was clearly not menacing—in fact, he was quite young and handsome. Yet Li Lu's entire body went limp, like a small animal smelling the pungent, bloody stench of a predator in the jungle, or a tiny fish encountering a passing dragon in the ocean. It was an almost instinctive, physiological terror!
He suddenly remembered Jing Ke Assassinating the King of Qin, which he had studied in his textbooks. Back then, he and his deskmate had mocked Qin Wuyang for being a coward. He wasn't even afraid of death, yet he had been so intimidated by Qin Shi Huang's majesty that he didn't dare step forward. A nobody was still a nobody—he simply couldn't handle a grand occasion.
His current state was exactly that of Qin Wuyang, pale-faced and trembling with fear. He could only be thankful that there was still a chair beneath him.
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