Super Teacher

When Lin Xi wasn't paying attention, the girl sitting on Wang Feng's seat sprinkled the powder into Wang Feng's soup. She even stirred it with a spoon and pretended to listen to Lin Xi's explanation as if nothing had happened.    

    

"Do you understand?" Lin Xi asked the two girls after she finished talking.    

    

The two girls stood up with smiles on their faces. "Thank you, Teacher Lin. I wish you a pleasant meal."    

    

After the two girls left, Lin Xi muttered to herself, "Who said that children don't like to learn? It seems like teaching them diligently is still effective."    

    

On the other side, Wang Feng rushed to the classroom. Seeing that the classroom was empty, he asked the boy, "Didn't you say that Shen Bing's stomach hurts? "Where is he?"    

    

The boy was completely confused. "I don't know either. Let me give you a call and take a look …"    

    

Before the boy could make a call, his phone received a WeChat. Then, he said to Wang Feng, "I'm sorry, Teacher Wang, two classmates helped Shen Bing to the school doctor. The school doctor said it's just a stomach problem. Take some medicine, it's fine. It's fine, do you want to go and have a look?"    

    

"Forget it, it's good that you're fine. I won't be going." Wang Feng was getting hungry, so he turned around and left.    

    

Looking at Wang Feng's retreating back, that male student grinned: "Done!"    

    

Wang Feng returned very soon. When Lin Xi saw Wang Feng, she asked, "Is Shen Bing alright?"    

    

"It's nothing. I just had a stomachache." Wang Feng sat down and was about to pick up his chopsticks and spoon, but he suddenly stopped.    

    

He remembered that he hadn't started eating before, but now that there was soup stains on his spoon, someone must have touched it.    

    

Wang Feng asked Lin Xi, "Lin Xi, did anyone take my seat before?"    

    

"Yes." Lin Xi said in a pleased tone, "Fan Xiaoli and Rhododendron have come to ask me some math problems. It seems they are interested in them."    

    

"Oh, hur hur." Wang Feng chuckled dryly. He scooped up a spoonful of clam soup and put it in his mouth, looking like he was about to drink it.    

    

Not far away, several students were watching Wang Feng closely, waiting for him to finish the soup.    

    

In the end, Wang Feng only smelled it for a bit, then put down his spoon: "Bean powder, these kids know how to play!"    

    

Not to mention Wang Feng noticing the passive spoon, even if Wang Feng didn't touch it, as long as he smelled the soup, he would immediately be able to tell what kind of medicine was added in it.    

    

Whether it was Chinese medicine or Western medicine, unless this medicine was colorless and tasteless, Wang Feng would be able to recognize it.    

    

When his godfather trained him, he had to take a little of all the harmful drugs, except the one that could be fatal, to the extent that they were immune to the drug or could be recognized by smell or taste.    

    

To him, the tofu powder was something that a child should play with.    

    

What's more, these kids didn't care about the severity of the medicine, they had used it so fiercely. Was the amount of powder enough to make ten oxen collapse?    

    

Wang Feng raised his head and looked around. The few students immediately lowered their heads and ate, pretending that nothing had happened.    

    

Wang Feng stood up, took the spoon that still had the clam soup and walked over to Fan Xiaoli and Yu Hong's table. He casually put the spoon in and scooped up a spoonful, then smilingly drank it: "My soup has a little smell, let me try your soup …" "Oh, the taste isn't bad. It seems like my bowl of soup has broken down."