Rules Quirk: This Death Prompt Is Not Right!

No. 8 was confused when he was woken up, and he looked at the strange face in front of him and recognized it as the tall athlete.

No. 8 was also punished by the instructor for playing a bomb ball during the day, and now his body is in pain.

"You've been punished to this point?"

The face monster nodded bitterly, its pigeon body could not support his head, and it was hanging to the side of its body.

"The instructor asked you to come and see him."

Hearing the instructor, No. 8's eyes became frightened, and his tone trembled.

"Now?"

"Well, now."

The face monster didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and the way he looked at No. 8 was like looking at a dead man, and this person would definitely be punished more ~ worse than himself.

[Don't make the instructor angry-. 】

This is a rule that has been around for a long time, and Lin Cang is clearly talking about this rule being played with the wild.

He stood behind the teacher and watched the teacher reprimand the No. 8 player in front of him.

Number 8's face was ugly, staring at Lin Cang with resentment in his eyes, his teeth almost shattered, and he made a creaking sound in his mouth.

"Who do you show with a stinky face? Do I usually teach you to bully your classmates!? ”

The words of the standard head teacher appeared, and even Lin Cang frowned.

This soul attack is too poisonous!

"It's terrifying, this oppression."

"How can Lin Shen insist on standing by his side."

"Even if these words are not aimed at me, I feel my heart tighten!"

"I felt like I was being hit by a crit..."

While the instructor was scolding, Lin Cang was still next to him from time to time to fan the flames.

"Teacher, don't scold him, it's all my fault."

"It's that I didn't train myself well and couldn't catch the ball of the No. 8 classmate."

"It's all my fault..."

The instructor watched Lin Cang's mood become more and more depressed, and hurried to comfort him.

"Don't blame yourself! It's all his fault! His finger pointed at the No. 8 player who was trembling with fear, hating that iron could not become steel: "It's him who doesn't learn well!" ”

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed.

"I smell Lin Daiyu in this wave of operations."

"This technology to sow discord is a masterpiece!"

"When will Lin Shen start teaching?"

Player No. 8 is still trying his best to refute the teacher's words: "I didn't, he didn't pick my ball himself!" ”

"Are you a ball!? You that's a bomb! ”

A wave of heat suddenly surged around the instructor and rushed straight to the door of the No. 8 player!

Boom——

A huge roar sounded in the silent night, and the No. 8 player was lifted off and thrown to the ground fiercely!

With tears of fear in his eyes, he looked at the teacher with a pleading expression.

"I won't dare next time, teacher, spare me!"

Lin Cang also nodded beside him, and his tone was light and smiling: "Yes, teacher, you spare him." ”

"Spare a fart! I don't have that kind of student! The instructor raised his hand and slapped it on the forehead of No. 8!

"If you can't play a ball, you will become a ball!"

Before No. 8 could make a shout, he was shot into a white shuttlecock.

The white shuttlecock was held in the palm of the teacher's hand, and his eyes fluttered at the face monster, which scared the face monster and ran away with a scream.

The audience in the live broadcast room has long been dumbfounded.

They never expected that Lin Cang would stop it, why the instructor still attacked No. 8.

"Is this called, lust..."

"A mountain is taller than a mountain."

"In the future, the acting skills in the entertainment industry will be according to Lin Shen's standards, okay?"

Lin Cang stared at the white shuttlecock in the instructor's hand and suddenly his heart moved.

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"Teacher, can you give me this ball? I'm missing a ball to take advantage of. ”

The instructor did not hesitate, he casually threw the shuttlecock to Lin Cang, as if the shuttlecock had just not been his own student at all.

Lin Cang took the badminton, and he silently picked off the mud in his trouser pocket and smeared it on the white shuttlecock.

Feeling the trembling of the shuttlecock in his hand, he could already be sure.

Whether it is a black shuttlecock or a bomb ball, it is mutated by plants or mud on the stadium.

This can explain why the same badminton ball on the court, others can play the mutated ball he cannot.

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Thinking about this, the corners of Lin Cang's mouth hooked up, how to win the game, is very simple.

The audience looked at Lin Cang's smile and couldn't figure it out.

"What are you laughing at, you won't be scared, right?"

"How do I feel that he will be punished next."

"Didn't you lose today?"

"It's over..."

The instructor stared at Lin Cang in front of him, and he patted Lin Cang's shoulder hard: "Don't lose the next game." ”

This is a teacher's last tolerance for an honor student.

【Don't make the teacher angry】

【Win the next game】

The golden light under Lin Cang's eyes lit up, and he lowered his eyes to hide the light, and said in a low tone.

"I know the teacher, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Teachers who dedicate their lives to education should not be trapped in this rule weirdness!

Lin Cang walked out of the small room with firm eyes, and he clenched the No. 8 shuttlecock in his hand.

The night breeze blew on his face, bringing a hint of coolness, and Lin Cang picked up another leaf and a piece of mud from the ground and returned to the ward.

......

...... Again.