Burning the Desk

Returning from a ten-day break, the teachers of the Diding Class found the calligraphy written by their students simply unbearable to look at.

"What do you call these things you've written?" The teacher gripped the papers in his hand, glaring furiously at the students below as he roared.

"Reporting to the teacher! We are practicing talismans!" A student stood up and replied honestly.

"Talismans?" The teacher was stunned after hearing this, and then became even more enraged. "Who told you to learn these crooked ways!"

The students all cast glances toward Luo Yunji, who was sitting upright at his desk, busy writing.

Seeing this, the teacher helplessly slammed the papers in his hand onto the desk in front of him.

"You all wait for me; no one is allowed to leave class!" After saying this, he grabbed those papers again and ran out.

"Hahaha!" As soon as the teacher left, Luo Yunji laughed happily. "The characters you wrote are just like mine now!"

How could the students not realize by now that they had been played? They all glared angrily at Luo Yunji, the "culprit" behind it all.

"You lied to us!"

"No, I didn't!" Luo Yunji shook his head. "These really are talismans!"

Hearing Luo Yunji's explanation, the students didn't believe him at all.

"Then all of you, write one and let me see. I'll find one to demonstrate for you!"

The students were suspicious, but their curiosity got the better of them, and they all lowered their heads to write talismans.

When the "talismans" written by the students were all laid out on Luo Yunji's desk, Zhang Xiaofan broke into a cold sweat for his Little Junior Brother as he watched the students wearing expressions that said, "If you don't give us a satisfying answer, you'll regret it."