The entire class continued to watch silently, staring at the stone in his palm, completely ignoring the teacher's abnormal behavior and shouts.
Just ten seconds later, strange "creak creak, bang bang" sounds came from inside the teacher's body—the sound of his bones freezing over.
The bones inside him had completely frozen into an ice sculpture, yet steam kept rising from his forehead. His entire face had turned abnormally rosy, and so had the skin over his body.
It was the eerie red of flesh scalded by boiling water, not the healthy flush of vigor.
"Help... me..." the teacher murmured his final words.
Before he could finish, all the flesh on his body sloughed off with a splat, hitting the floor and collapsing into a pile of meat paste.
If it had to be compared to something, it was like ribs that had been pressure-cooked for a full ten hours.
All of this happened in an instant. He had not even noticed the changes occurring to his body.
Whatever ribs looked like after being braised in a pressure cooker, the scene before them was exactly the same.
Even from his sleeves, pools of pink matter flowed out and slid from the cuffs onto the desk, looking utterly nauseating.
In only a moment, the teacher was left with nothing but a skeleton.
Then, as if struck by something invisible, the bones suddenly cracked with a crack, their surfaces filling with countless fine fractures.
"Yay! Yay!" The principal happened to be passing by the classroom but did not look inside. Hearing such jubilant cheers, he immediately felt gratified by the teacher's classroom atmosphere and teaching. He nodded in satisfaction and silently gave the teacher credit for it.
Education was not merely about being serious; it should also be accompanied by joy.
He did