Super Teacher

"Finally, about outfits, the archer's outfits are usually the same. The only thing you have to pay attention to is that if there are Blood Returning Heroes like Cheng Dingjin, the Eastern Emperor, and Cai Wenji in the line-up, remember to use a Punishment Blade."    

    

All that's left is your control of the game's tempo, your judgement of the game situation, and the operation of the game. You won't be able to rush this in a while, so just practice according to what I told you for half a month and then come back to me.    

    

"Alright." Although Yuv Feifei understood so much in one breath, but she did remember it. Then, she started to play according to Wang Feng's instructions.    

    

Wang Feng could only teach her so much at the moment.    

    

However, he couldn't become a professional player by himself. He had to have a satisfactory teammate.    

    

Wang Feng thought that if Yuv Feifei was not bad, he could find a few seedlings to participate in the professional sports event together with Yuv Feifei.    

    

However, this matter was still too early for her. Whether Yuv Feifei could learn it or not was still up to her.    

    

His days as a teacher were peaceful and quiet, Wang Feng felt that he made the right decision to become a teacher. Isn't this kind of life the kind of retirement he longed for?    

    

Of course, this was only relative.    

    

He was used to fighting and killing in the past, so he was worried. As a teacher, the troublesome matters weren't really a big deal.    

    

A new day had begun. Wang Feng came to the class as usual and supervised the students' early reading.    

    

It was just that his so-called supervision was to stand there, and the rest was no different from before.    

    

The students ignored him. They would eat breakfast, listen to music, and play games. There was no change.    

    

Since he couldn't punish the students now, what was the use of fighting Wang Feng anymore? The students weren't afraid of him at all.    

    

Director Zhou walked over. Seeing how noisy class eight was, he couldn't help but scowl at Wang Feng and said, "Teacher Wang, class discipline is a guarantee. If you want to manage this class well, you can't do this for the morning class. "If you can't even guarantee the discipline in the morning class, you can still guarantee the discipline in the other classes …"    

    

Wang Feng: "If you can, you can go. If you can't, don't push yourself too hard."    

    

Director Zhou choked on his anger...    

    

Only after Director Zhou left in anger did Wang Feng finally collect his emotions and prepare to have a good fight with these students.    

    

Actually, he felt that Director Zhou was right. He couldn't even complete the morning class, and he still wanted to discipline the class? Impossible.    

    

However, he just didn't like the way Director Zhou was pointing fingers and purposely pissing him off.    

    

When Director Zhou left, he would start his own work. He would start with the morning lessons first!    

    

"Damn, what smell is this?"    

    

"Who can't control themselves and drag Xiang Xiang up his pants?"    

    

The entire class suddenly reeked with a stench that could only be found in toilets. Those students who were doing other things couldn't hold on any longer, not to mention those who were eating breakfast. The food in their mouths also reeked of a terrible stench.    

    

"It's really delicious." When Wang Feng walked into the classroom, the students realized that Wang Feng had ordered a stinky tofu!    

    

"This guy eats stinky tofu for breakfast?" Is there something wrong with it? "    

    

"Eating smelly tofu is fine, why do you want to put it in your class?"