"..."
No, if you didn't study it yourself, why were you making us rack our brains learning it?
Jingyi set down the book in his hand and sighed regretfully.
"When I was your age, I didn't have a teacher. Aside from classes at the Ninja Academy, the clan taught us everything together. Those people had terrible tempers."
"Did they beat people?" Nawaki's eyes lit up.
Jingyi raised the stick in his hand, frightening Nawaki into shrinking his neck and hiding behind Minato Namikaze.
"No! They only called you trash!!"
"Imagine being called trash in front of a whole bunch of clan members. I can tell you, most people would rather take a beating than be humiliated like that in public."
Nawaki and Little Blondie imagined the scene, then quickly exchanged a look.
They suddenly felt that this was actually pretty good. Even if they had to rack their brains and got beaten, at least they would not be insulted in front of everyone.
Besides, Jingyi only used the stick to give them a small warning. He was not actually hitting them.
Compared to that, they were already incredibly fortunate.
"There are some things you probably don't want to experience. They might leave you with psychological scars you'll never forget for the rest of your lives. Be grateful—you met me."
Jingyi casually tossed the stick onto the table, took Nawaki's book, and examined it closely for a while before sneering.
"No wonder you nearly scratched all your hair out. If it were me, I'd first drag out whoever made these questions and beat them up."
"Then why are you still making us study?"
Nawaki's voice rose several pitches, while the smile on Minato Namikaze's face had already frozen.
"That's me. It doesn't mean you."
Jingyi burst out laughing. "Besides, I didn't