The Balding Middle-Aged Man's face immediately went pale when he heard, "Someone's dead."
He subconsciously glanced at the obstacle and the blood spattered across the floor. His voice began to tremble. "Ch-Cheng Han, did you kill someone?"
As soon as he said this, Class Three grew even more agitated.
"I think I can smell a strong scent of blood. Someone really died."
"Oh my god! Cheng Han actually dared to kill someone?"
"Who did Cheng Han kill?"
Quite a few students looked frightened.
This sudden incident was far beyond anything they could imagine.
Cheng Han did not answer the question. He said calmly, "Teacher Zhou, please notify the principal immediately."
Though his words were polite, they carried a faintly commanding tone.
The Balding Middle-Aged Man hurriedly replied, "Understood. I'll go right away."
He set down his textbook and rushed out of the classroom in a panic.
Cheng Han then looked at the students of Class Three, his expression composed. "May I ask who your class monitor is?"
A boy wearing glasses reflexively stood up and cautiously said, "I'm the class monitor. What do you need?"
To be honest, they were both third-year students, so it was rather strange for him to address Cheng Han as "you" so respectfully.
Yet no one found it strange.
Because in the minds of all the third-year students, Cheng Han had already transcended the category of student and become a legendary figure.
Cheng Han pointed at the large hole and said politely, "I need your help with something. Arrange for people to cover the hole in the wall with desks, chairs, calligraphy, paintings, and anything else available."
Glasses Boy's attitude was distinctly respectful as he immediately answered, "Alright, I'll arrange it right away."
He turned around, called out several names in succession, and personally led