Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Chapter 421- Qiao Shi Shi’s Complicated Feeling
Translator: BinBin
Editor: EllisBLV13
Fang Ming was frightened and wet his pants.
Actually, his body was in the best condition it could be and had no signs of kidney deficiency. He wet his pants was simply because Qin Feng had scared the wits out of him!
However, every student believed that Fang Ming was actually subject to ‘want but can’t,’ so all of their gazes were filled with admiration as they looked at Qin Feng.
They all thought the exact same thing: Professor Qin Feng is too awesome!
“Fatty, please help Mr. Fang Ming home to change his attire… Ah, before I forget, please remember not to laugh at Mr. Fang Ming on the way back. He was born in the state of ‘want but can’t’ no one can fix it.”
Fatty and his two fellow compatriots helped Fang Ming out of the lecture hall and away from the brazen peals of laughter. Fang Ming, on the other hand, looked pale as if he had drowned. There was a dull, absent light in his eyes as if his soul had been ripped from his body.
“Professor Qin Feng, you haven’t shown us your acupuncture skill yet. We still want you to teach us acupuncture!”
“Handsome Professor Qin Feng, I volunteer myself as your white mouse. Please use my body!”
“Professor Feng Feng, I have a low cut dress today. Can you help me make my breasts larger?!”
The lecture hall exploded again once Fang Ming and his three minions left.
More than two hundred students pressed forward to ask Qin Feng stick silver needles into their bodies causing Qin Feng’s mouth to quirked vigorously. He felt his students were kind of twisted.
“Okay, okay. Please calm down everyone.
“The lesson is ending soon, so I’ll just pick one female student to come to the front to assist me in showcasing the marvelous and expansive art of acupuncture. I hope every one of you will watch the procedure closely because it is very vital to the practice. I need you all to observe how I insert the needle, manipulate the needle, and remove the needle.”
Again, the female students pressed aga
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