Under the thick smoke, Teacher Gao took another tablet and stood outside the half-collapsed classroom, estimating the situation. The tablet in her hand happened to be used to communicate with the rest of the court, so it was also suitable for writing a report at the moment.

It wasn't a full report, though, and the one that needed to wait for her to clean up the damn mess left by these troublesome students was just a preliminary way to inform those who should know about it.

Fortunately, the reality is not all a puddle of mud, and the wind and thunder have stopped. In other words, no matter what happened, the student who had been in contact with the Spirit of the Court had regained stability.

Perhaps, if, here it is to say, if, at the time of the change, Mr. Gao, who should be responsible, did not leave the scene, the situation should be improved? Here, here is just to say that there is a possibility...... Yes...... No, no, no, everything is the fault of those unlucky children, Mr. Gao, please stop glaring at the author, ah, that's, it's a knife ......!

After saying that, our dear author...... Ah, don't mention such sad things, the adult readers now only want to care about the situation on the spot, not a dispensable and talkative person.

Because the wind speed slows down, so the speed at which the smoke and dust dissipate is also slow. Teacher Gao was not in a hurry at all, and slowly typed and reported. The dark, cramped, dusty places she hated the most—until a student came out with a grin and interrupted her.

Once you have a leader, the rest of the lambs will rush out without thinking, even if there is a cliff outside.

Thanks to these lambs, the dust can escape faster, revealing the true face inside: two thunder crystals, one large and one small, are releasing their power without scruples, the load-bearing walls in the classroom have long been overwhelmed, and under the most important pillar, thin boys are propping up the roof.

Although the weight on his back kept him down, forcing him to look up at people, there seemed to be a bright flicker of fire in his eyes, making him look very energetic. And the source of the flame was not difficult to find, and some ancient words appeared on the boy's hands, wrapping his hands like gloves, emitting light blue flames, giving the weak body a power beyond ordinary sense.

Teacher Gao's index finger tapped lightly on the flat string, and read to himself: "Another Guang family, you are not small." Eventually, a smile appeared on her face.

The blue flame gradually dissipated, and Guangcheng silently read two words in his heart with a smile in his eyes at Teacher Shanggao.

"It's over."