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Her voice clearly carried a hint of hostility.

Ian knew why Miss Misha was targeting him.

"The person who said you would start teaching me a lot about sex after class was Madison!" He remembered that it was two years ago, and Miss Misha had been investigated for it.

Hear the words.

Miss Misha's lips twitched involuntarily.

“In fact, you were the one teaching me, and I benefited greatly from it.” Miss Misha covered her forehead helplessly. “Besides, the child protection agency said that the person who filed the report was a little boy.”

“They report me every day… Good heavens, only God knows that I chat with you just because I'm worried about you and constantly monitoring your mental health.”

Perhaps Miss Misha was truly wronged, because she actually argued with Ian in front of the other students. In fact, this incident was not a secret to the students.

It was just another achievement that made the school bullies tremble with fear of Ian.

of course.

Ian was not lying.

This achievement wasn't something he made up himself; he really enjoyed exchanging psychological and physiological knowledge with Miss Misha.

"Madison is an actress! Who remembers she could even play the ghost in Hamlet! A genius actress like that could certainly dress up as a little boy!"

Ian was truly wronged.

But what can you do when the delinquent girl didn't come to class today?

We can't force the delinquent girl to admit this fact to Miss Misha herself.

It is indeed true.

"Is it really Miss Montgomery? Don't we all know why the school has changed principals three times?" Miss Misha was clearly still not convinced by Ian's words.

The story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" is becoming increasingly valuable.

This left Ian speechless.

Such actions are indeed very much in line with everyone's stereotype of him.

Just as Ian was about to say that he was different and that he was now only declaring positive energy, suddenly, a coughing sound came from outside the classroom door, obviously someone had been waiting outside for too long.

Miss Misha, reminded of her earlier actions, then realized why she had come to the classroom in the first place.

"Alright, let's get down to business. Although Mr. White has left us and we are all very saddened by his passing, life must go on, and he has successors who will carry on his will and continue to teach you."

“Let us welcome our new chemistry teacher—Mr. Jesse Pinkman, a former student of Mr. White.” Miss Misha raised her hand, drawing the students toward the door.

Upon hearing the name, Ian's body trembled slightly.

Jesse Pinkman?

Breaking Bad's star pupil has also arrived?

Ian looked down at the thermos he carried with him.

This cup is no ordinary water cup; it's a magical container he obtained from the outside world, containing Mr. White's soul, while the Kryptonian Old God is kept in another thermos.

Just as Ian was feeling relieved that his classmates had found their career paths, he realized that...

"Click~"

The classroom door was pushed open, and a young man wearing frameless glasses and a plaid shirt walked in. He looked somewhat nervous, his fingers tapping incessantly on his lesson plan.

"Hello everyone."

The young man greeted the students.

Miss Misha gave everyone a brief introduction before leaving the classroom. She is a counselor and a psychological counselor, and has many other things to do.

In classrooms.

The new teacher and the students stared at each other blankly.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

"Cough cough."

Mr. Pinkman seemed to cough a lot. He went up to the podium and began distributing single-page test papers. "Let's do a short test to see how well everyone is doing in chemistry."

This is a common practice for many new teachers when they take over students from other teachers.

The questions were not difficult.

The main purpose is to enable new teachers to quickly grasp the basic knowledge reserves of each student.

"Basic, too basic." After the test papers were handed out, Ian only glanced at them before losing interest—the questions were as simple as asking "Is the water drinkable?"

It didn't even help him much in gaining professional experience as a "student".

You might as well read other books while taking the test.

"Fortunately, I have my former chemistry teacher with me." Ian poured out Mr. White, who looked like a Lego miniature and had been living in constant anxiety these past few days, from his thermos.

The witch-like delinquent girl wasn't there either.

Therefore, no one but Ian can see this soul.

“You probably don’t need me to help you cheat, do you?” Mr. White knew Ian’s level of knowledge very well, so he looked up at his evil god student with some confusion, leaning on the table. In fact, among the many beings Ian knew, only Mr. White truly believed that Ian was an evil god.

"What cheating? I answered the questions using my own [Spirit Binding and Commanding] skills, and no one can find fault with me." Ian grabbed the little figure and stuffed it into his pen.

"I am just an ordinary soul!"

Mr. White screamed, but no one could hear him.

"No, from today onwards, you'll be working part-time as a Ouija board user."

Ian did not fail; he actually managed to stuff Mr. White into the pen. Knowing that he would be in trouble if he did not satisfy the evil god, Mr. White moved on his own.

He has begun to regret why he sold and manufactured those addictive and illegal substances.

If not.

God certainly wouldn't punish him like that.

"Swish, swish, swish~ swish, swish, swish~" Ian let go of the pen, and it immediately stood upright on its own, scribbling furiously on the test paper. In less than three minutes, the entire test paper was filled with answers.

The entire test paper was quickly filled out, the answers precise and even more detailed than the standard answers. Ian nodded in satisfaction, glancing around to make sure no one else had noticed.

The main reason was that Ian had put up plastic partitions around his test paper—it would have been strange for anyone else to do that, but his classmates were quite used to it.

As for the new chemistry teacher.

He, on the other hand, kept playing on his phone on the podium.

Listen to the sound of the keys being pressed.

It's like an online romance.

"Teacher, I've finished writing. I need to go to the restroom." Ian pulled Mr. White out of his pen, threw it back into his thermos, stood up, and walked directly to the podium with the test paper.

"So fast?"

Mr. Pinkman was somewhat surprised. He had thought he had encountered a poor student, but instead he saw a full set of answers and instantly realized that the boy in front of him must be one of the top students in the class.

The new teacher quickly and carefully read and approved the document.

His expression gradually became somewhat dazed.

"Kent, what's your answering style?"

He stared at the exam paper.

"These word choices... these problem-solving approaches..."

His tone was hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Is there a problem?"

Ian blinked his innocent-looking big eyes.

Mr. Pinkman looked up, a slight smile appearing on his face. "No, it's no problem. It's just that seeing these formal terms reminds me of my late teacher."

“I think you must have been Mr. White’s favorite student at school,” Mr. Pinkman said with a sigh, making a reasonable assumption about this strange situation.

Upon hearing this, Ian immediately straightened his chest.

"Yes, yes, Mr. White likes me very much." He said without batting an eye, holding the thermos to his chest, inside which Mr. White was slumped over, sighing.

however.

Only Ian could hear it, and he shook the thermos vigorously.

moment.

The thermos fell silent again.

"Very good, it's clear you've truly mastered your teacher's teachings." Mr. Pinkman, perhaps testing Ian, put down the test paper and agreed to let him go to the restroom.

how to say.

Ian certainly doesn't need to go to the toilet.

He was just bored in the classroom, so he went straight to the school library, which was rarely visited.

[Student Career Experience Points +1]

[Student Career Experience Points +1]

[Student Career Experience Points +1]

……

You still need to study hard at school.

Ian was flipping through books that even teachers might not read.

[Student] The experience points for the profession are gradually increasing.

Counting down the time until lunchtime, Ian stopped studying. He slowly walked out of the library, straightening his school uniform collar as he pondered which window to go to for lunch.

Newly minted billionaires should pay attention to their diet.

Not a bad idea.

They are indeed "trying" to improve their quality of life.