But now it seems that if he is safe and sound, he might be able to cook three more bowls of rice.

Zhang Feng was lying on the podium, blinking his eyes and looking at the normal ceiling and the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

I couldn't help but become nervous.

It was good that he didn't die, but... the scene changed so quickly that he felt as if he was hallucinating.

Zhang Feng sat up, and there were no marks or blood stains on his palms, as if everything before was really an illusion.

The mask on his face was still there, but the clothes on his body were as clean as if they had been washed with bleach.

Oh fist, Zhang Feng looked around.

Looking forward...

There is a window at the end of the vision.

It was dark outside the window, and listening to the ticking sound...it seemed like it was still raining heavily outside the window, and the raindrops hitting the glass left traces one after another on the windows.

Unfortunately, he could see nothing but darkness outside the window.

Look to the right!

On the brand new whiteboard, the words "Hello Teacher" are written crookedly in black whiteboard pen.

Next to the big characters, there are small flowers drawn with red whiteboard markers.

Look to the left!

Well, looking to the left, my view is blocked by the desk...

Holding the ground, Zhang Feng stood up and looked below the podium.

Neat little tables and chairs were arranged safely under the podium, which looked particularly friendly.
Chapter completed!