Hearing Liao 's scream, Mr. Mu quickly let go of his hand and saw the deformed arm, swollen and bed, with blood seeping from the ruptured skin.
Mr. Mu was startled and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, it's the teacher's fault for not being careful."
"Let me see if I help you fix it."
Saying this, he lifted Liao 's arm.
Even though he was being more cautious, there was still a crisp sound when he lifted the arm.
The bone in the shoulder suddenly protruded, and when he quickly let go, the arm fell limp and couldn't be raised again.
The entire arm was dislocated.
Liao : "..."
Mr. Mu seemed a bit at a loss and waved his hands, saying, "I... I didn't mean it."
He reached out again, trying to check the injury.
Liao , pale-faced, retreated in panic, "Teacher, please, spare me!"
The other students heard this and ughed mercilessly.
"Liao , you're so weak. It's just a twisted arm, do you have to scream like that?"
"So pathetic, look at me, my arm twisted like this and I'm fine, what's the pain?" A student twisted his arm into a pretzel and then back, pointing at Liao and mog loudly.
"Like a por doll, hurts with a touch, even more delicate than us girls!" The female students also looked at Liao with disdain.
Liao 's face turned from green to white with anger, but he couldn't say a word.
The other pyers looked at him sympathetically.
Liao was really unlucky.
Injured internally at noon, now tormented by the gym teacher, and mercilessly humiliated.
This game was unpyable for him!
Liao felt so aggrieved he wao vomit blood. He was a veteran pyer, having pleted several instances, but had never entered such a miserable situation.
"Quick, someoake this student to the infirmary to get his arm fixed," Mr. Mu urgently called out.
Two students volunteered and helped Liao away.
Watg Liao leave, Mr. Mu put his hands on his hips and shook his head, sighing, "Kids these days, their bodies are really getting worse, there's actually a student with such poor stitution."
Liao 's i was just a small episode, and the students tinued doing the stretg exercises Mr. Mu taught.
Mr. Mu checked the time and said, "Keep it up for five more mihen it's free activity time. I'll go to the restroom first."
With that, Mr. Mu turned a.
As soon as Mr. Mu left, the students immediately rexed.
It seemed they all knew Mr. Mu's temper; even if he got angry, he would still tolerate them.
Qin Nuo also squeezed his sore joints, thinking that the pyer pying Liao robably done for. Without any trump cards, the rest of the game time would be pure torture for him.
Time ticked away.
The fallen leaves on the floor were blown up again.
Hearing the otion, the students quickly straightened up from their zy state.
A student in the back row saw Mr. Mu return and said with a grin, "Teacher, is my posture correct?"
Mr. Mu walked up to him, stared at him, and said nothing.
The sed, there was a dull thud, and the student flew sideways, bending the rusty parallel bars not far away.
His head was dented!
At this moment, Mr. Mu was filled with hostility, his face twitg terrifyingly, his eyes full e and ess.
Veins bulged on his rough skin, writhing like living creatures.
"I told you, hold your posture for five minutes, did you take my words as wind in your ears?"
"Add ten more minutes."
"For those not up to standard, I'll correct you personally!"
The students, seeing his expression, realized something and quickly turheir faces away in panic, maintaining their posture, their expressions full of fear.
The atmosphere suddenly turned eerie!
The pyers hadn't reacted yet, but they too tensed up, trying to keep their movements standard.
Mr. Mu walked among the ranks, his eyes turning red, breathing heavily like a beast, gring fiercely at the students.
His gaze roamed the rows, suddenly stopping on a slightly crooked body.
The student looked at him eagerly.
Mr. Mu gred at him, "Is your body rusted?"
"Teacher, I..."
Before he could finish, Mr. Mu grabbed him with one hand, the terrifying for his fingers making the student's bones crackle, and threw him out like garbage, "Run ten ps around the field and e back!"
Then, he looked at the other students, "A bunch of weaklings, with such stitution and state, don't tell outsiders you were taught by me!"
"I hate little brats the most, bodies like paper, break with a touch!"
"Hold your horse staeady, make it standard!"
He walked through the ranks, kig any trembling student hard in the groin.
His monstrous body, with intimidating muscles, kicked with the force of a sledgehammer.
Crack! Crack!
A series of horrifying sounds echoed in the ranks, the sound of bones breaking.
Those whose bones were kicked or twisted quickly set them back, maintaining their posture, not even groaning, as if they had no pain.
But their faces were filled with fear of Mr. Mu.
The pyers weren't so lucky.
After holding for over ten minutes, a student's legs trembled, uo hold, aaggered.
But he quickly corrected himself.
Yet he still got kicked.
That kick broke his leg bohe flesh bursting open.
A shrill scream echoed in the ranks!
o ask, it must be a pyer.
Hearing the scream, Mr. Mu looked even more dissatisfied, gring at him.
The pyer was instantly terrified, and before he could react, he was kicked flying.
It was like being hit by a train, when the pyer nded, he was a bloody mess, and instantly lost his breath.
Theurned into a puff of bck smoke and dissipated.
Mr. Mu's voice was filled with disgust, "Damn it, just a scratd you're screaming like a ghost, I'm sick of hearing it!"
The other pyers felt a chill down their spines.
Damn it!
This Mr. Mu was even more brutal than Mr. Yan, if something didn't please him, you'd be gone!
Qin Nuo was shocked and fused.
How did this guy ge so much after just a trip to the restroom?
Could it be that there were two pletely different personalities hidden within him?
Qin Nuo thought, subsciously adjusting his gsses.
Unfortunately, this habitual a was caught by Mr. Mu, who was in a rage, and he walked over filled with hostility...
Qin Nuo's expression ged, his body instantly tensing up.
Danger!
JOSOLUNA