Chapter 392: Little Tricks

Ye Bufan arrived at the classroom door. Even before entering, his Divine Sense had already clearly seen everything inside.

From the playful yet expectant looks in the students' eyes, it was clear that this door wasn't so easy to enter.

He glanced at the slightly ajar classroom door, where a bucket filled with half a bucket of ink-black ink water was placed on top.

This was a common trick; the bucket was currently in a state of balance, but a slight push of the door would immediately cause it to tip over due to inertia.

Even if one managed to luckily dodge it, their attention would surely shift upwards, and not far from the door, a layer of oil had been sprinkled, covered with a layer of steel balls.

With such extreme slipperiness, an ordinary person stepping on it would likely fall head over heels, possibly even breaking bones.

Ye Bufan smiled slightly. These little tricks might work on others, but they were useless against him.

He pushed the door open with a 'pa' and walked in, not looking up at the bucket, as if he hadn't noticed it at all.

Seeing this scene, everyone became excited, waiting to see the show that would follow, wanting to see this new teacher instantly turn into an African. Some people were even ready to jump up and cheer.

But the result disappointed them. The bucket seemed to be glued to the door. Although the door was pushed hard, there was no sign of it falling down.

However, everyone's attention then shifted to the rolling balls in front. Even if Ye Bufan luckily passed the first hurdle, he would definitely not pass the second.

The result once again updated their understanding. The usually effective oil and rolling balls showed no effect this time.

This new teacher simply stepped on them, one foot after another, until he reached the podium, without any sign of slipping.

Ye Bufan pulled over the chair behind the lectern, completely ignoring the strong glue smeared on it, and sat down, even leisurely crossing his legs.

At this, everyone's eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets. They had witnessed the effect of this strong glue firsthand; once stuck, there was no solution except to take off one's pants.

Among the previous ten teachers, five had run out wearing only their underwear.

One even reacted a bit slowly, and the glue seeped in and stuck his underwear as well, so he ultimately had to escape the classroom carrying the chair on his back.

But the teacher in front of them sat on the chair, calm and composed, moving his buttocks casually, with no sign of being stuck.

Little did they know that Ye Bufan had already seen through these (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) little tricks, and his True Qi had formed an isolation layer between the strong glue and himself.

Although this glue was potent, it definitely couldn't stick to True Qi.

There was a stunned silence below the stage. They couldn't understand how this teacher in front of them had done it, easily passing three hurdles in a row.

At this moment, Ai Meili walked up holding a brand new teacup. The Tie Guan Yin brewed inside smelled fragrant and looked vibrant green.

"Teacher, welcome to our class. You've worked hard, please have some tea!"

Ye Bufan took the teacup and sniffed it lightly: "This tea smells good, very fragrant."

"Of course, this is premium Tie Guan Yin that I carefully prepared for you, Teacher. You must drink it, or I'll be sad."

Ai Meili said, putting on a pitiful expression.

"Since it's a student's kind intention, of course I'll drink it, even if it has croton powder in it, I'll drink it."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly, then drank half the tea in the cup in one gulp.

He naturally saw that croton powder had been added to the tea, but this substance, while effective on others, had no effect on him, a doctor.

Seeing half a cup of tea go down, the students in the class immediately burst into laughter, and many high-fived each other.

Although this teacher was very lucky, although he was cunning, although he dodged three hurdles in a row, what did it matter? He ultimately fell into their hands.

With so much croton powder drunk, let alone a person, even a cow would be squatting in the latrine for half a day. Many even imagined the teacher suffering terribly on the toilet.

Ye Bufan smiled faintly at the audience: "Are you all so welcoming of me? Are you acting so excited?"

Wu Zihao shouted: "Idiot, do you really think we welcome you? We originally thought you could stay in the classroom for three minutes, but now it looks like you'll have to leave immediately.

With your level of Dao, you still want to be our teacher? You're far from it!"

After speaking, he held up three fingers and began counting down, "3… 2… 1… Get out!"

He had personally added the croton powder and knew how much there was. In his opinion, in three counts, Ye Bufan would surely be scurrying away.

But the countdown ended, and he remained calm and composed, with no sign of diarrhea. He even picked up the teacup in front of him and took a few more sips.

"You…"

Wu Zihao was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the fact that there was only one teacup in the class, and if he hadn't added the powder himself, he would have truly thought something (This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) had gone wrong.

"What about me? I'm perfectly fine." Ye Bufan said to the audience, "Your little tricks are far too lacking; they're useless against me."

"Teacher, you're no fun!"

Ai Meili pouted, showing no embarrassment at being exposed, and turned to return to her seat.

And although the others still didn't approve of this new teacher, they also felt their tricks were useless and immediately lost interest.

They then returned to their previous state: some reading novels, some scrolling on their phones, some playing poker, as if no teacher existed.

This was also a method they had used before. Although it didn't seem very aggressive, it was very effective. No matter how amazing you are as a teacher, what can you do to us?

Any of these students present had a strong background. Would you dare to lay a hand on us?

Ye Bufan still wore a faint smile, not erupting in anger like previous teachers, seemingly not daring to do anything to these students.

A hint of disdain flashed in Zhu Mingyu's eyes. This teacher was somewhat different from the previous ones; he seemed to have a bit of skill.

But that was the extent of it; he simply didn't dare to oppose them, the second-generation officials and rich kids.

Ye Bufan walked down from the podium with his hands behind his back, approaching a girl sitting in the first row.

Although this girl wasn't as heavily made-up as Ai Meili, her face was covered in thick powder, yet even so, it couldn't hide the dozen or so freckles on her skin.

In the class, her nickname was Xiao Maque, not because she was talkative, but because she had many annoying dark spots on her face.

Her family was wealthy, and she had visited many famous beauty salons and even seen many doctors, but no one had been able to remove the freckles from her face.

Only an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor said that her freckles were different from others; they were a toxin originating from her blood, which not only couldn't be removed but would also increase.

As a member of Grade Two, Class Five, Xiao Maque was naturally not an easy character to deal with. Seeing Ye Bufan looking at her, she provocatively raised her head and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ye Bufan said, "Your freckles are ugly!"

As soon as he said this, the other students in the class immediately showed playful smiles. Xiao Maque usually had no temper, but the freckles on her face were her inverse scale.

Anyone who dared to say her freckles were ugly would immediately fight to the death!