With a whoosh, Zuo Xiaoduo sprang onto the platform without another word, wiped the whiteboard clean faster than thunder could reach the ears-or a stolen bell-and picked up the black marker, handing it to Wen Xingtian with a fawning expression. "Teacher Wen, I didn't notice you coming just now... I was just sharing some cultivation insights with my classmates, so they won't get bullied when they go out into the world..."
Wen Xingtian snorted. "How very kindhearted of you... Now get the hell back to your seat!"
"Right!"
Zuo Xiaoduo immediately returned to his seat.
Twenty people's shoulders shook.
Several girls lowered their heads, their long hair hiding their faces as their bodies trembled with laughter.
That felt so good!
What sweet relief!
This shameless bastard deserved exactly this sort of treatment!
Let him show off, then slap him in the face right afterward!
Shown yourself up as a complete dumbass now, haven't you?!
So satisfying!
So damn satisfying!
Everyone sparred as usual that morning. Although there were fewer of them, the fighting was only fiercer than before, each battle making the earth rumble amid thunderous crashes.
Three black-clad teachers watched from the sidelines with Wen Xingtian: a sword Grandmaster, a Blade Dao Grandmaster, and a spear Grandmaster. These three were on rotation in Class One today. Of course, other teachers were on rotation in the other classes as well.
Hidden Dragon High Martial had quite a substantial number of teachers. Each class had not just a homeroom teacher, but several rotating teachers who tailored their instruction to the students' aptitudes as needed.
"Why isn't that student sparring?" the black-clad sword Grandmaster asked Wen Xingtian curiously.
"Ahem. His current strength is simply too high, far beyond his peers. Sparring serves no purpose for him and is detrimental to the other