When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

Unfortunately, Feng Ling's idea failed because the only air conditioner remote control in the conference room was the one in his hand. But this was just right because he could adjust the temperature of all the air conditioners at once.

Lian Wu looked at Feng Ling's wicked smile with a complicated expression. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it. Finally, he sighed and sat in his exclusive VIP seat.

Vice Principal Liu had not taught for several years, so most people were still quite curious about the teaching style of this legendary figure. They saw that Vice Principal Liu had a kind face in the morning and actually thought that Vice Principal Liu was also very gentle when teaching.

Looking through the window, the sky gradually darkened. From time to time, a few birds flew by. There was a smell of soil before the rain in the air. Feng Ling guessed that it would rain in the evening.

At 7:30, teachers began to arrive. Just as Hua Meng had guessed, they sat directly in the inner seats. However, no teacher sat in the first two rows.

As time passed, the seats in the back row gradually filled up, and some teachers began to sit in the front.

Feng Ling actually didn't understand why teachers of other subjects had to attend an open math class.

The two seats next to Lian Wu had been empty, but a skinny male teacher sat next to Feng Ling.

This male teacher looked familiar. Feng Ling felt as if he had seen him in physical education class. He seemed to be the physical education teacher of a certain class.

In the last five minutes, Section Chief Liu and Teacher Li walked in together and sat down next to Lian Wu, one on each side. Section Chief Liu had instructed the other teachers to reserve those two seats for them.

The seat at the door was still empty. A teacher came in and was about to sit there, but suddenly a wheelchair appeared in front of the chair before him.

After a closer look, he found a well-looking student sitting in the wheelchair. As a teacher, he was too embarrassed to argue with a student, so he found another seat and sat down.

At eight o'clock, Vice President Liu entered the conference hall on time. She was holding a long bamboo stick in her hand. Perhaps due to years of holding it, it had become a little jade-like.

When she came in, the conference room, which had been a bit noisy, became quiet immediately.

Vice President Liu did not use the computer in the conference room. When he walked to the front of the podium, he picked up the chalk and wrote down the topic he was going to talk about today on the blackboard.

When she turned her back, Vice Principal Liu's dull voice came over.

"Students in the front and back rows, please close the door quietly."

The person closing the door in the back row was not Hua Meng, who was closest to the door. A young teacher next to him saw that Hua Meng had difficulty walking, so he closed the door himself.

As soon as the door closed, a piece of chalk hit him accurately between the eyebrows.

"I told you to be quiet."

Vice Principal Liu glanced over with a stern look, as if the person closing the door was not a teacher, but a student.

Being able to accurately hit someone between the eyebrows from such a long distance is not just a matter of accuracy, but also requires sufficient wrist strength.

Lian Wu knew that Vice Principal Liu would not be an easy person to deal with.

The student who closed the front door secretly congratulated himself on being careful enough, but when he sat back in his seat, he made a noise and was also hit on the forehead by the chalk.

The pain made the student grimace in agony, and he covered the place where he was hit with his hands tightly.

When it was put down, Feng Ling saw the red and swollen bump from the side.

When Vice Principal Liu officially began the class, it was as if a different person had taken over. His gaze was like a laser cannon, razing every blade of grass in his path. Most people would feel uneasy and involuntarily tense when they were met with this kind of gaze.

At first, this situation wasn't obvious, but gradually clues began to emerge. Lian Wu, who was closest to Vice Principal Liu, was the first to notice it.

My heart beat faster and faster, like the thrilling feeling when a storm is coming.

As his heartbeat quickened, Lian Wu became more and more uneasy. Every word Vice Principal Liu said seemed to have substance, flying around in front of his eyes like a mosquito.

The dizzy feeling had made him alert, and gradually, people in the rows behind him also began to show this symptom.

The people in the seats on both sides began to get goose bumps all over their bodies, as if they were in an ice cave.

The temperature at night is relatively low, and Feng Ling has quietly adjusted the air conditioner to 16 degrees. You may not feel anything at first, but as time goes by, the people closest to the air conditioner are the first to feel the cold.

Coupled with the abnormal influence of Vice President Liu's lecture, the people on both sides seemed to be about to faint on a snowy night.

The skinny teacher sitting next to Feng Ling was not wearing very thick clothes to begin with, and was now shivering with cold.

His eyes were half open and half closed, and his hands were trembling as he wanted to borrow Feng Ling's school uniform jacket.

Feng Ling, who had not noticed the change at first, immediately started to feel the alarm in his mind after seeing the teacher's condition.

Something is wrong, very wrong!

Feng Ling looked up in the direction of Lian Wu and saw Lian Wu secretly making gestures to him.

Although the movements were a little abstract, Feng Ling still guessed the general idea.

Vice Principal Liu's lectures were unbearable! Every glance from him only heightened the sense of confusion.

This collective drowsiness did not last long, and finally one of the students could not bear it anymore and fell asleep on the table.

Just as he fell down, a piece of chalk hit his head accurately.

In the physical sense, his head exploded like a watermelon, but the people around him seemed unable to see this scene. Even though the man's flesh and blood were already hanging on their bodies, those people were still listening to the class.

Hua Meng naturally also saw this scene. As the person sitting the farthest away and the one least affected, Hua Meng was almost completely unaffected at this time.

As time passed, more and more students were shot in the head. Gradually, not only students were shot in the head, but even teachers were not spared.

The first teacher to be shot in the head was the physical education teacher next to Feng Ling.

Seeing the terrible loss, Feng Ling had already been frantically pinching the teacher's thigh, but the teacher's desire to fall asleep was too strong, and he was eventually shot in the head. Feng Ling, who was sitting next to him, became the worst victim. One of his eyeballs bounced directly onto his shoulder, and the strong smell of blood hit him directly.

Feng Ling almost became a bloody man. He stared at the blood on his hands with wide eyes, his body trembling.

As an old player, Feng Ling has the basic skill of not jumping up from the spot.

He stared at it for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter. That smile was so creepy that Hua Meng, sitting at the back, felt a pang of anxiety, a bad feeling.

But Feng Ling hadn't done anything more outrageous than stealing the air conditioner remote control yet, so Hua Meng felt a little relieved.

Hua Meng checked the classroom clock. Only half an hour had passed since the class began. According to the timeframe Lian Wu and Feng Ling had given her, the class was expected to last another hour.

But now the death toll has begun to accumulate, and the question-and-answer session has not even begun.

Hua Meng had not expected such a situation to occur. NPC killed NPC, as if it were a sacrifice.

Lian Wu has been silently reciting in his mind the various treasures he had collected. Every time he recites one, his heart becomes more determined. He also wants to repair his soul as soon as possible and return to his own world to embrace those treasures.

About 40 minutes later, it was finally time for questions and answers.

Vice Principal Liu pointed to the question on the blackboard, glanced at the students and teachers, and then randomly asked a student to answer the question.

The first question was not difficult, and the student answered it smoothly, but when it came to the second question, the difficulty of the question soared.

The student hesitated and couldn't answer, which made Zhou Xiaer, who had been standing invisible nearby, anxious.

These questions are just basic questions for Zhou Xiaer, after all, they are competition questions.

Vice Principal Liu clearly set difficult questions on purpose. Unless you are a math competition participant, it would be very difficult to answer them quickly.

Although Zhou Xiaer wanted to help, he couldn't just brazenly pass on the answer in his ghost form. If a voice suddenly appeared beside him and told him the answer, he would probably be startled.

If the attempt backfires, and the student gets scared and not only fails to read out the answer, but also angers Vice Principal Liu, the consequences will definitely be serious.

Whether he is helped or not, this student is doomed.

"Three, two, one. It seems you haven't been paying attention in class."

Vice Principal Liu threw a piece of chalk at the student, and the student was instantly blown into "people's fragments".

Lian Wu could even feel some slightly warm liquid sprayed on his back, and spots of blood fell on his snow-white school uniform, just like red plum blossoms blooming in winter.

Almost no one in the classroom was spared. The snow-white school uniforms had long since turned into a scroll. Vice Principal Liu was the writer, and everyone was a source of paint.

This student died, but the problem was not solved yet, and Vice Principal Liu continued to ask questions to the next person.

This time, she directly ordered Lianwu who was sitting in front of her.

Zhou Xiaer carefully prompted Lian Wu from the side, and this time Lian Wu finally cooperated. She no longer deliberately gave wrong answers, but said everything Zhou Xiaer read out word for word.

"Correct, a very concise and efficient answer. However, your error rate on homework and tests is 100%. This kind of question is not something you would handle. So, you have a bad study attitude and are deliberately going against the teacher, right? Or did you copy this answer?"

Vice Principal Liu stood on the podium and looked down at Lian Wu, his eyes full of disdain as if he was looking at an ant.

Without waiting for Lian Wu to answer her, Vice Principal Liu picked up the chalk and prepared to throw it.

One of the teachers who had been part of their plan had died during the hypnosis session, disrupting their plans. Fortunately, they couldn't bear it this time.

Hua Meng took the lead in sending a signal, activating several props that Lian Wu and Feng Ling had set up for him in advance, and the entire conference hall was shrouded in a huge special protective shield.

The movement speed of all NPCs will be reduced by a certain percentage, and the player's endurance will be increased by 20%.

Section Chief Liu and Teacher Li surrounded Lian Wu on both sides, opened their arms and pounced on him, trying to control Lian Wu to sit and wait for death.

However, Lian Wu's reaction was much faster than theirs. The moment Vice Principal Liu's hand reached for the chalk, he kicked the table forward a long way and used the force to flip over to the table in the back row.

The student sitting behind him was the one who had just died while answering the question.

Section Chief Liu and Teacher Li had no time to stop their forward momentum and they collided directly with each other. The sound of their heads colliding was very obvious in the conference hall.

Feng Ling picked up the whip and swung it hard at Vice Principal Liu. He no longer cared whether Vice Principal Liu would be beaten to death by the whip.

Death would put an end to everything. If she didn't die, Feng Ling would make her understand what it meant to live a life worse than death. She had heard that there was a punishment called flogging in a certain country. If Feng Ling hadn't been afraid of dirtying her eyes, she would have replicated that punishment.

Vice Principal Liu dodged in time. The whip was originally heading directly for her neck, but she dodged it in time, and it continued to hit her shoulder, damaging her fur coat.

This action completely ignited the flames of war in the conference room. Students fled in all directions, and the teachers spontaneously formed small groups. Some hid in corners to avoid the attack, some tried to intervene, and some fled around the conference room like headless chickens.

However, the front and back doors had already been closed by order of Vice Principal Liu himself, so those people couldn't get out even if they broke the door handles.

Vice Principal Liu was also completely furious. Although she was in her forties or fifties and suffered from heart disease, she was as agile as someone in her twenties or thirties. She held a bamboo stick in one hand and a piece of chalk in the other. She used the bamboo stick to fight Lian Wu while using the chalk to deal with Feng Ling's whip.

The chalk deflected the whip like a bullet, and when it hit the whip, it exploded, filling the air with chalk powder.

The teachers who stepped forward to stop them had their skin cut by Lianwu's frost and turned into ice sculptures.

The ice sculpture was smashed to pieces by the whip again, and human tissue sealed in ice was scattered all over the ground, and the ice was stained with blood from the previous headshot.

The low temperature of the air conditioner coupled with the addition of ice cubes made Vice Principal Liu feel increasingly cold, and his movements began to shrink.

There was already a lot of dust in the air. Hua Meng used props to send signals to them again. Lian Wu and Feng Ling left Vice Principal Liu behind and retreated while Vice Principal Liu was still in a daze, and then activated the defensive props.

Hua Meng, the ignored audience member, had already picked up the rocket launcher and fired a shot directly at Vice Principal Liu.

It is extremely dangerous to encounter fire in the dust, let alone this is a rocket.

The force of the explosion shattered the glass in the conference room.