After dinner, on the way back to campus, Jiang Ning spread out his Spiritual Sense and scanned Li San from Senior Two Class 3.
That kid was eating in the classroom while playing on his phone. That was not a good habit. Jiang Ning had said he would help him quit his phone addiction.
Jiang Ning activated a Mental Spike and gave him a hit.
Li San had not even swallowed his mouthful of food before he let out a scream and flung his phone away.
The student beside him got slapped in the face by the flying phone and was scared half to death.
Once they recovered, they looked at Li San with particularly foul expressions. Since noon, this had happened at least ten times.
Everyone had gone from concern and sympathy at first to numbness, with a trace of dislike.
It was terrifying. Imagine peacefully playing on your phone when someone beside you suddenly screamed, threw their phone, and the damn thing hit you in the face. Who could stand that?
"Brother San, I'm begging you. If you're sick, hurry up and go to the infirmary!"
"Stop dragging it out! The longer you delay, the worse it'll get!"
Li San lay sprawled on the floor, his face pale. Once the agonizing pain in his head faded, he argued, "I'm not sick. You're the sick one!"
The student's face darkened, and his tone turned aggressive. "You're not sick? Then why the fuck did you throw your phone at me?"
"Are you looking for trouble?" He was in a terrible mood.
The key was that Li San's phone had a case—a heavily protective one at that. The case was much heavier than the phone itself. Getting hit in the face with that thing was like being smacked with a brick.