The previously relaxed classroom atmosphere had turned unbearably tense.
In just a few minutes of verbal sparring, the image of a young and affable good teacher had crumbled in the eyes of the students.
In its place was a scumbag, a beast, a brute.
Many students, upon realizing this, reflexively pulled out their phones—switching to recording mode.
Nan Zhubin saw this and turned to the class, spreading his arms like a host, steering the topic back to the classroom:
"We just learned how to detect lies, and everyone witnessed its effectiveness—does anyone else want to 'personally' try it?"
In the crowd, Chen Ting clenched her fists.
She remembered what Nan Zhubin had told her before the class.
...
"Chen Ting, when confronting Wang An later, the final blow should be delivered by you."
"Me?"
Chen Ting bit her lip, folding her arms, which was a very fearful display of body language.
