The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

The situation in the classroom was exactly as he expected.

Teacher Mediterranean frowned slightly. The students in the class obviously knew the news and gathered together to whisper, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

He walked quickly to the podium without any hesitation, with a serious expression on his face.

The keys hanging behind Mediterranean's butt made a jingling sound due to his brisk walking. When several quick-eyed classmates saw their class teacher coming in, they immediately cleared up their expressions and sat up straight.

Under such circumstances, there is still such a deterrent effect, which shows that Teacher Mediterranean is usually very strict in disciplining his class.

"Quiet me all!"

Mediterranean took the chalk and knocked it hard twice on the wooden table. His eagle-like eyes scanned the classmates below.

The sound of the Mediterranean Sea was deliberately raised, so it reached the ears of every student very loudly. Almost instantly, the noisy classroom was as quiet as a chicken, and not a single sound could be heard.

"What's wrong! There is something you need to discuss in class. Do you want to rebel? Do you know what time you are now? You still have time to care about other things."

"Teacher, there is someone outside..."

"I know what happened, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Before the word "jump off the building" was uttered, Mediterranean Sea 71 interrupted directly. The expression on his face was extremely serious, and his eyes slowly turned, staring at the students below, almost word by word.

Some students heard that Mediterranean said such words, and there was a look of shock on their faces. They moved their lips, as if they wanted to refute their teacher, but in the end they closed their mouths and said nothing.

What happened was not a small thing, but someone jumped off the building. Without any hesitation, he jumped from the building. Death, something so far away, happened right next to him.

Now their head teacher, with a nonchalant attitude, told them that this matter was nothing special.

Some people cannot accept in their hearts that the head teacher they get along with day and night is so incapable of empathy.

Mediterranean's gaze moved slowly, taking in all the expressions of these students. He seemed to be observing something, trying to find some clues.

After a while, Mediterranean slowly withdrew his eyes. He looked at the students and lowered his eyes slightly to look at the chalk eraser on his hand. He was a little disappointed that nothing could be detected.

"Study by yourself in the next two classes."

Mediterranean quickly calmed down and tapped the chalk eraser in his hand twice on the table.

He walked off the podium, pulled a stool up to an empty seat, and sat directly behind the podium without any sign of leaving.

The students below have become accustomed to Mediterranean's behavior. No matter what kind of self-study, as long as there is no teacher teaching, the class teacher will sit behind the podium to maintain order in the class.

So they didn't show any special emotions, they consciously took out the unfinished test papers, lowered their heads and started working on it.

Mediterranean's class was very quiet, with almost only the rustling of students writing, and the occasional sound of turning test papers.

In sharp contrast, the classroom separated by a wall can almost be described as bustling with people.