When Jingxia saw his students say these words, his heart suddenly tightened, even disbelieving.
Were these the words of his students? How could they push their leader out?
"You... do you know what you're saying? I am your professor, your leader, how can you do this?"
Jingxia looked at them in shock.
An unnamed rage was brewing within him; these people were truly ungrateful.
"Professor, as the leader, you should set an example, and you were the one who volunteered to come along. Now that something has happened, shouldn't you step up?"
One of the students sneered at Jingxia.
Before, Jingxia had coldly watched the Overlord Salamander kill the students without intervening to rescue them.
"That's right, and Mr. Zhou Lin also said he wouldn't let you die, so you should go out."
"Exactly, I agree."
"Me too."
The students and professors on the side all spoke up.
Only Zuo Lin remained silent, but in his heart, he wished Jingxia would die, so he would no longer be threatened, and his son would not be controlled by him.
In the live broadcast room.
"Oh my, I never expected this. Is this Jingxia so humane? To receive such unanimous praise? Truly amazing."
"Exactly, if it were me, I would also choose Jingxia."
"Jingxia is the one everyone is watching; no need to worry about leaving him behind. He's unforgettable in every broadcast."
"Are these students crazy? How could they bear to throw their professor out?"
"Yes, it's too much. How can they send the professor out? This is unacceptable."
"How blind are you people from Sakura Country? How can you not distinguish between good and bad people?"
"Exactly, you're all blind as a group, truly idiotic."
...
Inside the tomb.
Zhou Lin watched as this wave had ended and turned to look at the people behind him.
"Have you all chosen? If so, come out. Time waits for no one."
Zhou Lin looked at Jingxia, his mind already forming a guess.
No need to think, he knew who they would choose.
"We choose Professor Jingxia, and we ask you to guarantee our professor's safety."
One of the professors spoke up first.
Zhou Lin looked at this professor, his expression unreadable, and then looked at Jingxia before him, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes, though it was mostly mocking.
"Don't worry, I won't let him get hurt."
Zhou Lin watched Jingxia's extremely unpleasant expression, his smile growing even more pronounced.
Then he took out the whip in his hand and swung it towards Jingxia's waist.
Jingxia saw the whip coming, his face panicked, and just as he was about to refuse, it was too late.
He was flung into the air and sent flying into the dirt on the opposite side.
Jingxia lay on the ground, his face and body covered in dust and mud, with a lot of it even getting into his mouth.
"Pfft... cough, cough, you scoundrels, when I get back, you'll see how I deal with you."
Jingxia spat out some mud from his mouth and looked at the people from Sakura Country opposite him, secretly vowing.
"Professor Zuo Lin, your Professor Jingxia doesn't seem very convinced. Be careful that your professor doesn't seek revenge on you."
Zhou Lin still held the whip in his hand.
He then looked at Song Lin behind him and asked tentatively.
"It's understandable that Professor Jingxia has some temper, but we believe he is the most suitable candidate, and he should also taste some of these experiences."
Professor Zuo Lin still harbored some resentment, a resentment that couldn't be resolved overnight.
"Heh... remember to pay next time. I'm not an executioner."
Zhou Lin smiled as he watched the scene before him, a cold glint in his heart.
"Then next time. I'm out of money."
Zuo Lin said, shrugging helplessly.
The people around them listened, utterly bewildered.
What were they talking about?
"Zhou Lin, when will the next one appear?"
Huo Qi was not interested in their conversation, his mind preoccupied with the monster opposite them.
"Wait. We just made our move. Those minor figures won't attack for now, so just wait."
Zhou Lin looked at Jingxia calmly.
"Were you doing this on purpose? Those guys were attacking all along, so you didn't rush to get rid of Jingxia. Now is the opportunity."
The Xuanxue Professor seemed to have realized something and repeatedly questioned.
"Professor, you're getting smart."
Zhou Lin chuckled, looking at the Xuanxue Professor.
Earning over a billion at once, how could anyone not be in a good mood? His attitude towards the Xuanxue Professor was also much happier.
"You knew all along?"
Huo Qi beside him was even more surprised. Zhou Lin knew everything?
"Yes, mainly because my master knows a lot, and I just happened to remember it. Pure coincidence."
Zhou Lin looked at Jingxia, who was trembling, and his lips curled upwards.
Jingxia's legs were uncontrollably shaking, and his eyes darted around, fearing a giant hand would snatch him away.
In the live broadcast room.
"Haha, looking at Professor Jingxia's appearance, I really want to laugh."
"No, if I laugh like this, will I lose my merit?"
"I feel the same way, a little worried."
"Listen, it sounds like there's a noise."
The bullet comments flashed by.
In the Dean's conference room.
"How did Jingxia end up like this? Truly inhumane, is it that funny?"
Professor Hu couldn't control himself seeing Jingxia's expression and really wanted to laugh.
"By the way, did you guys hear that sound?"
Professor Wen also suppressed his smile and said softly.
The professors in the entire conference room held their breath, no one speaking.
Inside the tomb.
Jingxia also heard it. Fear overwhelmed his reason, and he instinctively ran towards Zhou Lin.
"Help!"
Jingxia had only run a few meters when a giant palm suddenly emerged from behind him. This palm was different from the ones they had seen before.
This palm was even larger than the previous ones, and its speed was also faster.
Seeing this, Zhou Lin quickly withdrew his whip. The running Jingxia suddenly stumbled, tripped by a force, and fell.
This time, he fell hard, his mouth hitting the ground, and he spat out two teeth.
"Cough cough... spit."
Jingxia had just spat out a mouthful of blood when before he could react, his chest felt a burning sensation, and he was being dragged by Zhou Lin towards the opposite side.
"Ah..."
Jingxia's chest ached, and he cried out.
But the next moment...