The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: After All, We Muggles Are Unworthy

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[Holy crap! Even though I was shocked yesterday, I have to say it again today! Holy moly!]

[This is awesome! I’m amazed!]

[Sorry, teacher, I was wrong to say you were showing off before. Please, do whatever you want.]

[So, are little papermen a basic operation at the Taoism Academy?! Please, teacher, take me in! I’m hardworking, kind, can endure hardship, and I can eat even more!]

[Impressive, my mystical one! This teaching aid, there’s no comparison nationwide! Compared to them, projectors, human models, and globes are nothing!]

[You call this a teaching aid?? Have you ever seen such an adorable and self-moving teaching aid?!]

[If they are teaching aids, then it’s easy to manage. When will they be standardized nationwide? It’s not that I want to feel supervised; I just want to attend class.]

[Am I the only one who thinks these little figures look a bit fierce? Scarlett Jennings’ little figures seemed cuter yesterday.]

[Be glad to have them, and you still think they’re ugly?]

[Teacher, see how rude they are, talking about your little teaching aids like that, but not me; I only feel sorry for their hard work at such a young age.]

[You in front with the tea joke, hold on, you’re going to make me sick so early in the morning.]

[Ariel Zimmerman: Do you want this nickname?]

The chatroom was buzzing with discussions, some people waking up early to catch the live stream, while others had stayed up all night.

They were typing messages while watching the group quietly enter a meditative state.

The program’s cameramen didn’t dare make a sound, their lenses gently panning over the meditating freshmen.

In front of them stood the giant Benedict Stone Body, and behind them, the blue-tiled, white-walled ancient buildings. Beyond that stretched endless green landscapes covered in clouds.

At this moment, the live stream room’s image inexplicably became serene and solemn, even making the chat messages slow down.

Everyone just quietly watched the guests and the new students at the Taoism Academy pretending to meditate with closed eyes.

One minute,

Two minutes,

Ten minutes...

[Just wondering, how long are they going to sit like that?]

[I think the teacher mentioned two hours? How long is two hours?]

[Fun fact, a day has twelve hours, so two hours would be four of our hours.]

[I’m shocked, four hours?! No way?!]

[The teacher said so, so it must be. But I remember he said not to move around before leaving?]

[Ha, what happens if you move?]

As if responding to this comment, in the livestream, host William Zeller couldn’t help but adjust his seat.

Everyone saw a small yellow figure flash across the screen.

In the blink of an eye, that little yellow figure was in front of William.

He seemed to sense something and just opened his eyes, and the next moment, the yellow paperman leapt up and slapped him on the butt.

"Slap" went the sound.

Everyone present and those watching online heard a very crisp smack.

It sounded like someone slapping a workbook on a classmate.

A unique noise from paper hitting flesh.

Some say being hit with paper is just loud, not painful or itchy.

Then all the online viewers saw William, slapped by the spinning paperman, unexpectedly fall sideways to the ground.

Even as he hit the ground, his expression was one of bewilderment.

Had he just been hit by something?

And it actually hurt a bit?!