The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.
The whip teacher had left a burn mark on the ground that was still hissing with black smoke.
The temperature in the classroom rose sharply.
This wasn't an illusion.
The sudden rise in temperature made Yi Lin feel as if even his skin was burning.
The upright and delicate hairs on his skin were instantly scorched, wilting pitifully as straight hair turned to curls in seconds.
Yi Lin, Liu Ruyan, and Cao Tiantian, who had just plotted together on the rooftop, didn't dare to move at all, not even daring to exchange glances.
If there was a "group chat" feature in their communication, I'm certain someone among the trio would have been unable to resist starting a frenzied discussion on the bizarre scene unfolding before them.
This... it's unscientific!
The expressions of the other students were utterly normal as if this were routine, with a hint of inexplicable excitement on their faces.
