Smack! Smack! Smack!
After several crisp slaps, Leng Yulai's face flushed bright red as she covered her butt, which was burning with pain.
Chen Ming was out of options too. He rarely hit students, but this girl had kept spacing out. He had taught her five times already, yet she still could not do it. He truly had no idea what else to do.
"Sigh... how about this? Do this problem again. If you still can't do it, I'll help you transfer to another major. Battle Armor crafting isn't suitable for you."
He propped up his head, utterly at a loss, and suggested changing her major.
Leng Yulai, who had been savoring the feeling of being spanked, immediately panicked upon hearing that she might be transferred. Her attitude instantly turned serious.
She promptly sat down and began inscribing the formation carefully. In only a moment, she completed a level-six soul-guidance core formation. Chen Ming's face immediately darkened as he looked at Leng Yulai, who was clearly waiting for praise.
"So you did know how to do it? You think messing with me is fun, huh?!"
"Wait! Teacher, let me explain!"
Seeing his fury, Leng Yulai immediately tried to explain in a panic. But she was once again pressed onto the desk, and several crisp slaps rang out from his right hand. A look of infatuation flashed across her face, though she quickly put on a pitiful expression.
She knelt before Chen Ming with her head lowered, looking quite sincere as she directly apologized to him.
"I'm sorry, Teacher. I was wrong."
Her hands rested on his legs, her forehead pressed against his knee. She looked like she was bowing her head to admit her mistake, but in truth, she was frantically inhaling his scent.
"Sigh, don't let it happen again."