Socrates did his best to maintain his newly-established majesty, pacing back and forth from the podium, looking at the silent students below. He was satisfied with the apparent attitude of the students in the class, which made him regain his long-lost sense of existence.

Staring at his bulging eyes, despising the students in the seat, no one dared to look at him. It seems that Socrates taunted these students not only verbally, but also inwardly.

Sure enough, he is the same person on the outside.

"You're all a waste ...... before you surpass me," he paused, thinking that the next sentence would definitely show off his domineering image. When he was about to speak again, he had to interrupt because Socrates heard something that made him angry.

"After surpassing you, are you a waste?, and the kind of old waste?!" the man who spoke yawned lazily, as if he had never slept enough.

The sound was particularly harsh in the quiet classroom. Isn't he afraid of death if he still says such things when he has learned from the past? Who doesn't love himself for his own itchy skin? But thanks to him saying what everyone thinks, this group of people still admires him to a greater or lesser extent.

When everyone in the class looked at the person who spoke, they found that their worldview had collapsed. Who would have thought that that sentence would be uttered by the real shit! They were all stunned by the idiot of this waste material, and Socrates was stunned by this bastard. Why is this waste material again!? Lao Tzu didn't have time to name him, he actually took the initiative to come up cheekily and beg for a fight!

Of course, it is still up to the owner to beat the dog, and the lumberjack's consent is also required to beat the waste wood. So Socrates tilted his head, hoping to make a statement for Daria, who was standing outside the classroom and willing to act as a passerby.

Daria was also speechless, can't this bastard sleep quietly? You don't sleep when you need to sleep, and you want to be a dead pig when you don't need to sleep. I have already helped you block the bald man last time, and this time Professor Socrates has just taken over to teach, just to leave some prestige among the students. Since you don't want to sleep, take care of your mouth. Why do you owe it? You don't give any face, you deserve to be beaten.

The Lord of the Sky made a casual gesture, and Socrates was immediately emboldened. Lao Tzu has long looked at you unpleasantly, since your master has agreed. Hey!

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly! Say it again!" asked Socrates, pretending to be careless, tickling his back with his hand.

The students looked at Socrates on the podium and their faces turned green, but in order to save their face, they had to pretend that they didn't hear. Obviously he wanted to establish his prestige but was ridiculed by such waste materials, alas!

......Of course, Mo Chen also saw Daria's movements, so when the old man asked him out loud, he directly lay on the table and pretended to sleep.

"Hey, what did you just say about that piece of shit over there? Old man, I don't have good ears, can you say it again?" Socrates almost crushed his rotten teeth, where did the bastard's momentum go? Can you stop being so cowardly? Pick up your manhood and say it again. Give me a reason not to beat you to death once!

Of course, Mo Chen couldn't answer him, because he was pretending to be asleep! It was his intention to ridicule the old man, but it was not his intention to ridicule his own professor. Who knew that this shameless old man would be his future mentor.

"Don't think that Lao Tzu didn't hear it! You have a kind of repeating what you just said!" Socrates saw that the person had no intention of waking up, and immediately rushed to Mo Chen's front and lifted the bastard who was pretending to be asleep.

"......" Mo Chen still didn't dare to wake up, because he knew that as long as he opened his eyes, he would definitely bear the thunderous anger of this old man. Having made up his mind, he thought he should keep going.

"Pretending to be asleep, won't you wake up? That's good! My old man won't give you a chance to wake up!"

The old man lifted Mo Chen's collar and threw it with all his strength. As a result, the clothes flew out, but the person was gone.

"Isn't it just that you took your words, is it necessary to be so angry?" Mo Chen stood behind Socrates with his upper body bare, angrily accusing the professor who was angry with him.

"Do you dare to run?" Socrates was not happy, if you kid were thrown out by me, the previous matter would be written off. If you're not so sensible, don't blame my men for being ruthless.

The black texture came out of his body, and the texture with a piercing chill almost froze the blood in Mo Chen's body. He was the only person in his classroom who felt the chill head-on.

The furious black mass force dimmed the light around them, and the other students ran outside the classroom without saying anything. After all, the person the professor is dealing with is that scrap material, and we may be injured by mistake if we stay inside. Students who make excuses for themselves, stand outside the classroom and become a good spectator.

"Come on, I'm optimistic about you!" Margaret made a cheering gesture to Mo Chen, and quickly ran outside the classroom, becoming a member of the audience. Flora looked at him with pity in her eyes, and walked away with noble steps. The woman Aurora smiled, and with a look of self-help in her burgundy eyes, she walked out with her head held high.

Hey, you go out and take me with you!" Mo Chen shouted in his heart. It's a pity that the black mass force locked his body, and speaking became a luxury.

"Do you want to go out too?" said Socrates, cheerfully, with a smug look on his old face. Mo Chen kept blinking his eyes, indicating that he agreed with this.

"But don't you think it's too late?"

It's not too late, as long as I'm not dead, it's not too late! Mo Chen shouted in his heart, can't he teach me to be wrong?

Daria smiled at the violence that was about to unfold in the classroom, and had no intention of making a move. Socrates had already secretly sent him a message saying that he would not harm the boy's life. Since it won't hurt Mo Chen's life, let's treat it as if I'm watching a reality show.

In order to scare this waste material, Socrates carried a terrifying murderous aura in the black quality, and the students standing outside felt this fierce killing intent. Flora and Natalia watched the classroom silently, even with ornamental smiles on their faces. Because they knew that if this professor really killed Mo Chen, then His Majesty Ram would definitely not let him succeed.

Margaret didn't think so, feeling the quality of killing intent like a blade. And she saw Socrates clench his fist and quickly hit Mo Chen's chest.

I don't know where she got her courage and strength, maybe Margaret herself thought it was incredible, her body would move on its own, and she didn't have any fear or hesitation even though she knew she would die.

When the fist was about to touch Mo Chen, she struggled to push away Mo Chen, who was locked by the black mass force, and used her body to help Mo Chen block Socrates' punch.

The moment Mo Chen felt the killing intent, he knew that this could no longer be regarded as a punishment in the classroom, but the old man in front of him wanted to kill him. He couldn't understand that he just took a sentence and was killed in exchange. Locked on the back of a strong mass force, cutting off any escape path, Mo Chen could only close his eyes in despair, waiting for death to come.

The moment he closed his eyes, he thought of that night more than ten years ago, a beautiful bard playing a beautiful tune in the bright moonlight. and the scene when Grandpa was swallowed by the storm, the moment when he was violently beaten by Margaret's strange force girl these days. Are you going to die?

At the moment when Mo Chen closed his eyes and waited for death, a familiar fragrant fragrance wafted over, and then he felt himself being pushed away. "It's Margaret!"

Suddenly opening his eyes, Mo Chen saw Margaret's body flying straight towards the wall, with a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth. With a thick smile in her eyes, she looked at Mo Chen. As if to say, little slave, I'm glad you're okay.

"Bang!" the sheer force of her body smashed through the wall and floated out the window, drifting helplessly like a kite with a broken string.

"The script shouldn't be like this! what is this idiot running around?" Socrates' face was full of consternation, he didn't expect this little girl to block the punch for Mo Chen. I didn't expect this little girl to appear here! He was obviously covered with a qualitative barrier at the entrance of the classroom! With the current strength of these students, he couldn't break through at all, why was that? How could she break through the qualitative barrier?

Natalia was also shocked by Margaret's behavior, and she couldn't understand why the person who had been around her since she was a child would do such a stupid thing. You were able to save your own life in order to save a scrap material. Margaret, why are you doing this?

When Socrates tried to stop, his strength was already old, and his fist had already hit the little girl's body, and it could not be changed.

Could it be that Margaret died, to save me, just like my grandfather was. Mo Chen stretched out his hand to grab the figure that was about to disappear from his eyes, damn it! Why can't he catch it, is it still a step slower? He knelt down in despair, holding his head that was about to crack, and his body trembled unconsciously.

When his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, a pair of eyes slowly opened, with a madness that devoured everything!

Socrates looked at Mo Chen, who had raised his head again, his eyes as dark as an abyss. Facing these eyes, his soul suddenly trembled.

"It's fair to take away my important things, then I'll take your rotten life, isn't it?" Mo Chen had a wicked smile on his face, and discussed with Socrates in a calm tone.

It seems that Mochen did not want to kill Socrates, but only to discuss a deal with him. The bargaining chip of this trade is his life!