What To Do if You Can’t Win? You Can Only Choose Strategy

Although practical exercises are taking place, most students are not paying attention to the class.

Students of this age are interested in everything except class.

Chatting, dazing, and looking around.

Soon some students discovered Su Bei who was clearing snow.

"Wait a minute, look, is that person the one?"

"Strange talk about employees?"

"Yes, yes, I still remember that the tough guy Pete from the next class was late once last year. He cried all the time after he came back from writing a review. This year he suddenly changed his ways and worked hard."

"No, Peter has been named a top three student this year."

"Does that employee really have such terrifying power?"

The buzz was muted and only spread among a small group of people at first, but the novel topic quickly spread like a virus.

Immediately afterwards, more than half of the students noticed the workers sweeping the floor and secretly watched Su Bei whispering.

Being watched from time to time, Su Bei would naturally feel uncomfortable.

However, he only raised his head slightly, and all those who dared to look at him disappeared in an instant.

No, there is still a familiar look that is weak and mixed with curiosity still lingering on Su Bei.

Su Bei looked away.

Jasmine's eyebrows were crescent, just like the crescent moon in the night sky of Winter City.

With their eyes facing each other, Jasmine smiled at Su Bei without hesitation and waved her hand gently.

Fortunately, the students' eyes are not on Su Bei now.

Otherwise he might become famous again.

Su Bei hates too much attention.

After all, he is still a sociopath.

A reputation for causing panic like Guaitan is acceptable, or the more the better.

This allows Northern Jiangsu's daily life to be undisturbed.

Sensing that Jasmine's eyes were becoming more and more wanton and that everyone was heading towards Su Bei, Su Bei's cold eyes narrowed.

The warning look in her eyes scared Jasmine and she immediately stopped waving her hands.

After Jasmine let out a soft "hum", she looked away with a puffed face.

The voice was very soft, and the female classmate beside Jasmine could only hear slight movements.

However, for Lancelot, a first-level trainee knight, this voice was very clear.

He cast his gaze curiously, looked around and glanced at Su Bei, stroking the long sword on his waist, thoughtfully.

As for the topics discussed by the students around him, Lancelot scoffed and disdained to join them.

Are there any weird stories about employees?

All fear stems from the lack of one's own strength.

And he, Lancelot, is destined to become the princess's only knight attendant and an excellent Holy Light Knight.

How could he be frightened by this myth about employees?

Compared with other people of the same age, Lancelot seems too mature, with a kind of indifference and arrogance that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Only when looking at the new classmate Jasmine, Lancelot would show interest.

After realizing that Jasmine was very concerned about the topic that her classmates were discussing, Lancelot frowned.

Attention was also given to students’ conversations.

As for the classroom.

It's just a green goblin and a sword.

Jasmine took two steps closer to the direction where the discussion was closest and said softly.

"Staff rumors, is it that gentleman?"

"Moli, please don't talk about him. I heard that he can know what you are thinking and will come to find you at night."

"Don't scare people." The male classmate next to him punched the guy who spoke first.

"But to be honest, that super fierce teacher Amara becomes very docile every time I see her."

"I heard it was tamed."

"Really? Even that teacher can't resist the horror of the strange workers?"

"It's incredible to be able to tame Teacher Amara."

"Can anyone really beat Teacher Amara?"

"I can't believe it. My cousin Cassius was beaten to a slight fracture because he rejected Teacher Amara's confession yesterday."

"Oh my God, isn't your cousin a senior adventurer? He is a junior shield warrior."

"That's a second-level adventurer."

"Is it possible that Employee Guitaan is a third-level person?"

"Does our school have a third level?"

"To be able to tame Teacher Amara, you must be at least level three, right?"

"Can he really beat Teacher Amara?"

"Really, when I was sick and asked for leave last time, I saw Teacher Amara lying disheveled in the guard room."

"Teacher Amara was severely punished by him again?"

"Were you beaten until you were unconscious?"

"Really, my face was completely red and swollen from the beating, and I was still unconscious and sobbing."

"But I heard that Teacher Amara is a real assassin. This is a profession that is more difficult to tame than a shield warrior."

"Yes, yes, second-level assassins are the nightmare of all professionals. I have always dreamed of becoming a trainee assassin."

"Is it possible that that employee's strength is unfathomable?"

The more Jasmine listened, the more outrageous it became. As she listened, her face suddenly turned red.

Taming or something.

How could you use such terrible words.

Do these idiots read with half their cerebellum?

But Mr. Su Bei is actually so scary in school.

After hearing a version of Mr. Su Bei that she had never heard before, Jasmine felt much better.

When Su Bei, who is afraid of society, is speechless in front of the other students, the silent oppression causes the students to make up their own minds, which creates an inexplicable sense of comedy.

It turns out that I am not the only one who is frightened by Mr. Su Bei.

Just as Jasmine was running wild, the students' discussions became more open-minded.

The teacher finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Pah, pah, pah -"

Three loud and rapid claps sounded intermittently.

"Everyone is here, line up in groups."

The teacher glared at the students who were standing obediently with a dark face, and reprimanded them without any nutrition.

"You bunch of rubbish, why don't you go to class and go back to farming?"

"Or do you have to go into a processing factory and work on an assembly line for twelve hours a day?"

"Do you think you are much better than the students in the ordinary class?"

"I'm telling you scum."

"Only one-third of the students in your group can enter the high school vocational department."

"The rest have to go back to regular classes and learn survival skills from scratch."

"Is it possible that you want to be like that employee and just be a garbage collector all your life?"

Very loud sound.

Su Bei heard it clearly, but seemed not to hear it at all. His hand holding the broom didn't even pause.

He doesn't care.

The students all closed their mouths, lowered their heads and said nothing, frightened by the teacher's roar.

Only Jasmine raised her head and opened her mouth slightly, wanting to refute. She thought about it for a long time, but didn't know how to say it out.

Because she used to think that cleaning garbage was not a decent job.

But isn't this a personal attack?

The person involved even pointed at him and said to everyone jokingly, "Do you want to be such a person?" Such irresponsible remarks.

It's like a parent pointing at other people's children and saying to his own children, "Look why you can't be like him? Why are other people's children so good?"

Jasmine subconsciously wanted to refute.

She thinks Mr. Su Bei is a very good person.

In the class, she could feel the goodwill and malice emitted by the people around her. There was mostly goodwill, but not without malice.

But Mr. Su Bei, he has no malice towards everyone.

He is really a good person.

Why do you say this to him.

How can you do this.

Jasmine gritted her teeth.

In the silent atmosphere, Jasmine's heavy breathing could be heard.

And when she was panting, she mustered up the courage to take a step forward.

Then came Jasmine's sharp protest with all her strength in a gentle voice:

"How can you do this? No matter what profession you are in, you deserve to be respected!"