After returning from their ten-day break, the teachers of Diding Class discovered that the characters written by their students were simply unbearable to look at.
"What are these things you've written?" The teacher clutched the sheets of paper, glaring furiously at the students below as he shouted.
"Reporting to you, sir! We're practicing talismans!" one honest student answered, rising to his feet.
"Talismans?" The teacher froze for a moment, then grew even angrier. "Who told you to study these unorthodox arts?"
The students all glanced at Luo Yunji, who sat calmly in his seat, writing.
Seeing this, the teacher helplessly slammed the sheets of paper onto the desk in front of him.
"Just you wait! None of you are allowed to leave when class ends!" With that, he snatched up the papers again and hurried out.
"Hahaha!" The moment the teacher left, Luo Yunji burst into delighted laughter. "Now your handwriting looks just like mine!"
The students didn't need to be told they'd been tricked. They all glared furiously at Luo Yunji, the "culprit."
"You lied to us!"
"I didn't!" Luo Yunji shook his head. "These really are talismans!"
The students didn't believe his explanation at all.
"Then each of you write one and let me see. I'll pick one and show you how it works!"
The students were suspicious, but curiosity won out. They all lowered their heads and began drawing talismans.
Once the students' finished "talismans" had all been laid out on Luo Yunji's desk, they fixed him with expressions that said, "You'd better give us a satisfactory answer, or else." Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help feeling nervous for his junior brother.
It wasn't that he feared the students. They studied together in the same room, after all. If they fell out, they'd have to see each other every