Sedative.
What could be more suitable for disciplining a restless student than this?
Even its length and feel were just right.
When faced with an unruly young man, Fu Qian hadn't grabbed whatever was at hand. He'd pulled out something he'd chosen long ago.
Students had to act like students, but only if teachers acted like teachers.
A teacher's authority could not be defied. Even if you were writing about relativity, that attitude was unforgivable.
"Heh..."
As it turned out, it worked pretty well. After a bout of discipline, the student had learned a new sound.
His throat seemed to have relaxed a little, and his eyes looked clearer, too.
"I asked you a question."
As a devil of a teacher, Fu Qian wasn't satisfied with that. He continued, his voice cold.
"Uh—thunk!"
When the other party was just a little too slow to respond, the bell had already struck his head again.
"What..."
There was no denying how effective it was. His language module seemed to be recovering.
Thunk!
Professor Fu's sternness continued. This time, he didn't even say a word before striking again, with slightly more force.
"Huff..."
Under the increased pressure, the student's breathing instantly grew ragged. The fierce struggle within him seemed audible in his voice.
Thunk!
The fourth strike of the Bell Staff was his answer.
"Notes... notes..."
The balance of his inner struggle tipped in an instant, and his memory returned.
Classical mechanics really did work.
At last, his earnest instruction had paid off. Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction at the student, who had remembered the question.
Although it looked suspiciously like corporal punishment, it was still better than getting his head blown off, right?
Given this fellow's earlier state, calling him a walking time bomb was practically a compliment. He could explode