Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 873 - 434: Truant Dragon: Playing the Loser Today_3

"Hit! Hit his head, with force!"

Besides those fighting, there were those fanning the flames.

Taoist Techniques clashed in every tiny detail, not leaking out. Every move was hundreds of years of refinement; if someone with a bloodthirsty mindset saw it, even death might be considered worth the ticket price.

But as an audience, Zhang Ze was not bloodthirsty and hadn't paid. All he wanted now was to finish class and leave.

Yet he couldn't get a word in.

Seeing no one paying attention to him, Zhang Ze quietly shrunk down behind the podium, pulled out a small walnut, and sought external help.

Going directly to the mother-in-law seemed embarrassing, so he had to take a roundabout way to save the day.

[Zhang Ze: Junior Sister, please help. I can't control the class anymore.]

[Chen Qin: Oh, really? I don't believe it.]

[Zhang Ze: Seriously, I'm not joking with you. I'm feeling overwhelmed.]

[Chen Qin: What's going on?]

[Zhang Ze: The class is too chaotic, students are fighting, I urgently need a big shot who can keep order.]

[Chen Qin: Okay, don't panic. I'll call someone.]

[Zhang Ze: Hurry, I'm losing grip.]

[Chen Qin: 1]

Putting away the small walnut, Zhang Ze began praying for his mother-in-law to come and save the situation. He believed Junior Sister should understand what he meant.

This class was unteachable.

...

They were heart-to-heart, closely connected, so Junior Sister understood Zhang Ze's underlying meaning.

Although she didn't understand why it had to be the mom, Chen Qin felt Brother must have his reasons.

Let's just call.

But when it came down to it, Junior Sister found it mildly troublesome to find her real mother.

To improve Guo's Telescope, Mo Jingchun was now locked in a creative effort with Lu Yuzhou.

The small walnut couldn't be reached temporarily, and using a summoning talisman for her real mom seemed overblown.

At a loss, contemplating whether to find another senior with a similar status for help, she saw Li Guanqi approaching.

"Elder Li!" Junior Sister greeted.

"Hmm, what's going on with you? So flustered?" Li Guanqi noticed Chen Qin looked like a headless fly and asked.

"Well, Brother is in class right now... and can't keep control. He asked me to find someone to help maintain classroom discipline. It's a bit embarrassing, so..." Junior Sister gestured.

Before she could finish, Li Guanqi laughed, "Just this? I thought it was something serious. Go, go have fun, I'll handle it for you."

Chen Qin: "Really?"

Li Guanqi: "Yeah, just a small matter."

Chen Qin: "Thanks, Elder Li. Goodbye, Elder Li!"

...

A moment later.

Completely misunderstanding the situation, Old Li walked on the snow-covered forest path.

He hummed a tune, thinking Zhang Ze finally had his day too.

"Still too inexperienced, can't even control a few kids, sad.

"When there's trouble, you still have to rely on your teacher."

Arriving before the classroom, Li Guanqi cleared his throat, adjusted his expression, pulled out his big iron stick, and then pushed the door open with a bang.

"Stop the noise! How do you... go on... go on... continue, continue..."

Old Li, holding the door with one hand and the iron stick with the other, froze there, neither able to enter nor leave, forced to gaze upon his nose, let his nose gaze at his heart, inwardly focusing on the iron stick, thinking it's truly iron.

With hundreds of years standing like a fool.

Hidden inside the groove under the podium, Zhang Ze heard his teacher's voice, thinking his teacher is truly brave.

This love for disciples, to die together, is unimaginably high.

"Li, what's all the shouting about? Get in here, close the door tightly!"

The Old Ascenders were kind to Zhang Ze but not as nice to Li Guanqi.

Li Guanqi retracted the iron stick, unwillingly shuffled into the classroom, shrank into a corner, trying to minimize his presence, quietly watched the classroom filled with passion and hope.

After watching a while, Old Li glanced at the podium, thinking it seemed fit for hiding.

Catwalking over, he sneaked in.

Then he saw Zhang Ze there, smiling at him.

Old Li squeezed in, tugged Zhang Ze's ear.

"Smile, you're still smiling... truly doomed your teacher."