Reverse Resurrection Blue Buff of Global Gods

Leng Shaofeng quickly recovered from his gaffe.

His cold and handsome face still had an expression of arrogance and disdain. He looked at Li Ruolan with a condescending look and sneered: "No one in this world is willing to listen to the cries of losers! And I, Leng Shaofeng,

In this class, losers don’t even have the right to cry, so how can they have the chance to lick their wounds?”

Listening to Leng Shaofeng's words, all the surrounding students looked ugly and livid, especially the students in Class 1, who had always been proud in front of others. At this time, all of them had tears in their eyes, feeling aggrieved and humiliated.

There is even more uncontrollable anger and confusion.

"Have you never doubted how wrong your pursuit was?"

Li Ruolan sighed, put down his jade arms, and faced the man so close to him, he suddenly sighed pitifully.

They belong to the same class, students in the same class. The fact that they can emerge from hundreds of millions of freshmen training bases and go to study in the seven ancient universities that are the envy of all living beings in the universe is enough to show their intelligence and talent. But even so, originally like-minded students

Classmates and comrades-in-arms, now they have almost become two parallel lines.

Leng Shaofeng put his hands in his pockets and glanced sideways with a look of compassion on his face, as if she was the only one who was always right in this world and everyone else was wrong. He joked: "You are still as good as ever, my classmate!"

Although he was joking and teasing Li Ruolan, his stern face and cool demeanor made it impossible to see the smile in his expression at all, only the aloofness and pride revealed deep in his bones.

After a pause, Leng Shaofeng turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth, "Should I call you...Her Highness the Holy Mother?"

What an ironic statement!

"It's enough!"

Nangong Wanqing's eyebrows furrowed and she said angrily.

Leng Shaofeng sneered and ignored the two self-righteous women in front of him.

"Teacher...I, I..."

He Shaofang came out of the battlefield and came straight to Leng Shaofeng, his face full of shame and grievance, like a puppy who was injured outside and needed to be comforted.

"Put away your pitiful and pathetic grievances, trash!"

Leng Shaofeng scolded angrily, "You loser, how many resources did you take from the class? You actually lost to a garbage class like Class 2, and you still have the nerve to cry in front of me?"

The tears that reached He Shaofang's eyes stopped immediately. He clenched his fists and sharp nails pierced the palms of his hands. The heartbreaking pain made him hold back the cry that reached his lips, but he still sobbed lightly.

, tears of grievance fell from her eyes.

"Trash, trash, you lost the game, what right do you have to cry?" Leng Shaofeng's words turned into the sharpest bayonet, piercing He Shaofang's heart.

That kind of severe pain is more painful than losing the game.

He Shaofang wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and bit his lips. Scarlet blood secreted from his lips and flowed down the corners of his mouth.

But Leng Shaofeng seemed to turn a blind eye to all this, and continued to attack his students with the most harsh words, "Loser, you have no right to cry, trash! If you lose the game next time, I will see you crying in front of me again.

Come, you will pay a price for your mistakes that you never want to know in your life. Believe me, my student, you will not look forward to that day!"

The students in Class 1, including Ye Qingcheng, who was as proud as a white swan, were also scolded by Leng Shaofeng. Everyone shrank their necks, like frightened and trembling partridges.

As for the students in several other classes, they were shocked and frightened when they saw that the geniuses who they once regarded as genius classes, envied and hated them, were humiliated and scolded by the head teacher of Class 1.

Suddenly, everyone looked at the geniuses of the first class again, and the envy and heat in their eyes slowly disappeared; in some cases, only pity and heartache remained.

Li Ruolan and Nangong Wanqing clenched their pink fists tightly and used their only sense to restrain the overwhelming power in their hearts.

They were really afraid that if they continued to listen, they would directly engage in a real-person PK with Leng Shaofeng, who was so ruthless.

Fortunately, Leng Shaofeng scolded the students for a while, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and he left the virtual universe directly, thus putting an end to the farce.

The students slowly dispersed. Even those students who still wanted to challenge Zhao Qianye saw He Shaofang being reprimanded miserably after his failure. Everyone lost the courage to continue challenging each other.

"Mr. Cai, this guy is too domineering and hateful. If these students are educated like this, they may have problems in the future." Li Ruolan was upset and complained to Mr. Cai who was standing aside.

Mr. Cai put his hands behind his back and shook his head when he heard this, "You are both classmates, but the students he teaches are a big step ahead of you and won the title of gifted class. Isn't it enough to explain the problem?"

"But, but..."

Li Ruolan was anxious.

"Okay, that's it for now!"

Mr. Cai waved his hand, "You'd better look at your student and see what he needs!"

After the old man said this, he left the viewing platform directly. Sihu was a little dissatisfied with Li Ruolan's confrontation.

When Li Ruolan saw Old Man Cai leaving, he stamped his feet angrily, "If he educates students like this, he will lead them into evil ways and harm these students!"

"My good sister, don't worry about other people's children!" Nangong Wanqing quickly held down the noisy Li Ruolan and said in a dumbfounded voice.

Li Ruolan sighed, "Without the support of the school bosses, these students will cause big troubles when they leave school in the future."

Nangong Wanqing was startled when she heard this.

She looked at the students who had dispersed, leaving an empty viewing platform. She caught sight of Zhao Qianye coming over from the corner of her eye, and said with a wry smile: "Not every student can be as talented as your students! The alliance implements

The education system believes in respecting the strong. Those students who are one step behind at the beginning may fall behind step by step in the future. If they don't work hard, they may never have the opportunity to stand in front of geniuses like your students.

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"We are both human beings. One is a genius praised by countless people in the sky, and the other is garbage who even breathes incorrectly. If you are the latter, how should you choose?"

Nangong Wanqing can understand Leng Shaofeng's teaching philosophy. Although she does not agree with his excessive teaching methods, she can understand that in this super-god world where people cannibalize people, when you become a weakling, or even an ant on the ground,

I am afraid that in this life I will never be able to make a shocking enough cry for my fate as a weakling.

The strong never listen to the voice of the weak, just as humans never listen to the cry of ants.

Li Ruolan was stunned when he heard this.

After a long time, she let out a feeble sigh, "Why bother?"

She can understand the meaning of her best friend's words because she is a weak person...

It’s just that this weak person is not that weak person!

Drinking poison to quench thirst can only relieve urgent needs, not a cure.