Chapter 1912 – Please Call Me Mentor (6)
There was a brazier under their butts and a brutal teacher waving a whip before their eyes. A group of undead teenagers had the urge to die in their hearts.
Shen Yanxiao’s devilish training was a handed-down teaching of Xiu. When Xiu was training her, some methods were more brutal than this.
Now, Shen Yanxiao was finally out of the predicaments of education and began to ravage this group of naughty brats.
Throughout the afternoon, the naughty brats had been doing martial-art squats. The one hour time had turned directly into three hours! After every forty minutes, they could rest for five minutes before continuing the squat in a cruel and inhuman way again…
God knew which person actually studied such a deathly torture.
The undead teenagers who originally held the mentality of onlookers just wanting to see the rumored strange mentor, now tasted the feeling that death was better than life.
Three hours later, they were finally out of the hellish training.
One by one, they felt as if their sore and numb legs were not their own.
They wanted to cry. If they had known that this mentor named Yan Di was so abnormal, even if you beat them to death, they would not come at all. Even if they asked for sick leave, they would flee far away!
Compared with the pain of the naughty brats, Shen Yanxiao was also suffering.
She did not expect the body of the undead to be so pathetic to this point. Three hours and there were still several rest times. All of these showed the lack of physical strength of some teenagers. If they were not able to sustain this amount of training, how could she proceed to her later training plans?
If these teenagers knew that today’s training was just an appetizer and the real feast was still behind, who knew if they would cut their necks clean collectively.
While Shen Yanxiao was wondering whether to change her approach tomorrow or not, Kehr came in from the entrance of the martial arts arena.
A group of mistreated teenagers almost wept with joy when they saw Kehr.
“How is it?” Kehr walked over to Shen Yanxiao and asked her casually.
This was his first attempt to implement physical training in school. In order not to disturb Shen Yanxiao’s teaching earlier, he did not appear. He determined that this would be a good time to come, and so he came over quietly.
Kehr noticed that over ten braziers were placed at one end of the martial arts arena. The oil in each brazier was almost exhausted, with only a small cluster of flames flickering in the wind.
Shen Yanxiao shrugged her shoulders. Although she wanted to say that these brats were so poor in physique, she was not sure if the undead were all like this. Therefore, she simply said nothing.
When Kehr saw that Shen Yanxiao had nothing to say, he turned to the students.
“How are you feeling today?”
Kehr’s inquiries made the students, who had been forced to spend the afternoon bitterly, explode at this moment.
“Mentor Kehr! Mentor Yan Di, he… He hit people!” An undead girl cried like raindrops on a pear blossom as she pointed at Shen Yanxiao. Her pair of small legs trembled vigorously, apparently the result of squatting for too long.
“Hm?” Kehr was a little stunned.
“As soon as he came over, he beat Zhanye and Shile, and he punished us to squat on the brazier without moving, he even whips us!” The more the undead girl said, the more she felt wronged, and more beads of tears rolled down her eyes. In Deathfire Academy, female undead were scarce. When other mentors were teaching, they would get some preferential treatment. But today, let alone preferential treatment, Shen Yanxiao had seen to it that this girl squatted unsteadily several times, and lashed the whip at her feet again and again. She almost hit her body, which scared her so much that she nearly fainted.