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The whole class was used to it.
Everyone is busy with their own things.
……
ding dong~ ding dong~
The bell rang to signal the start of class.
The students returned to their seats one after another.
Immediately afterward, Edward Roberts, a physics teacher who had just been rehired this year, walked in energetically carrying his lesson plans. He was an elderly gentleman with gray hair and thick glasses.
He immediately spotted the jarring scene at the back of the classroom: Emily, Ian's devoted admirer, was a classmate with her own name, someone even the teacher could spot immediately upon entering the room. At that moment, Emily was frantically trying to pull a dirty sack off her head, her hair disheveled.
"Emily...?"
The physics teacher adjusted his glasses, looking at the girl who had finally managed to pull the sack off, revealing her true face, with surprise. "What happened to your face?"
Emily, Ian's number one admirer, a girl renowned throughout the school for her exquisite makeup and persistent pursuit, was now utterly humiliated, experiencing firsthand the bitterness of knowing how to apply makeup. Her meticulously drawn eyeliner had smudged into panda eyes, and her foundation and blush had mixed into bizarre blobs from the friction of the burlap sack.
Even the lipstick on her lips got smeared on her cheeks, making her face look like it had just been thrown into a washing machine and churned up, or like it had been splashed with strong makeup remover.
The students in the class remained unsurprised.
Emily's face instantly turned bright red.
But she forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, frantically fixing her hair and clothes while responding to the teacher in as calm a tone as possible.
"N-nothing, teacher...it's just...um...boys tend to be more protective of themselves when they're out and about." She repeated Ian's words with a mournful face.
"????"
The physics teacher was stunned for more than ten seconds. A boy? To protect himself? He looked at Emily's obviously female attire and figure, and was completely puzzled.
Of course, in this day and age, he wouldn't dare to casually assume a student's gender. He could only cough awkwardly twice, subtly expressing his concern for the student's insincere concern.
"Uh... okay. Emily, if... if you need to, you can go to the restroom to tidy up after class. Now let's begin the lesson."
The physics teacher began to look through the lesson plans.
Emily was still sighing.
"Final exams are coming soon, so let's all try to study hard for a few minutes." After finalizing the lesson plan, the physics teacher began explaining today's lesson.
Regarding electromagnetic induction and Lenz's law.
The classroom gradually returned to order.
The only sounds were the chalk scratching across the blackboard and the teacher's steady explanation.
However, Emily was clearly not paying attention in class. She secretly took out a small mirror, looked at her disfigured face in the mirror, and her eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
Her powerful self-comforting ability began to kick in.
“It’s okay, Emily,” she told herself. “It looks like I’ve been licked by a dog… but on another level, isn’t it the same as Ian actually being my lapdog? He licked me with a sack of potatoes! Yes! In other words, he kissed me on the face! He loves me to death!”
No wonder he's Ian's little lapdog.
He even learned the rounding method, which is no weaker than any of the Emperor's techniques.
With this in mind, the effect was absolutely remarkable. Emily had once again completed her self-soothing strategy, and suddenly the messy marks on her face seemed much more pleasing to the eye.
A strange blush even appeared on her cheeks.
While Emily was immersed in her pink fantasy...
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Suddenly, a series of extremely rough and undisguised metallic clanging and dismantling sounds came from outside the classroom door! It sounded as if someone was violently breaking down the classroom door with heavy tools!
The physics teacher's explanation came to an abrupt end, and the whole class stared blankly at the classroom door.
Boom!
There was a loud bang.
The classroom door, which was supposed to be fairly sturdy, was actually forcibly removed from the outside, frame and all! It slammed heavily onto the corridor floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.
A figure appeared amidst the billowing dust.
It was Ian's deskmate who was always late.
"?????"
"!!!!!!"
The whole class looked at Madison, who had arrived late.
Her hair was a mess, her school uniform was crooked, as if she lived in a time period before class started. She completely ignored the physics teacher who stood on the podium looking very stiff and unsure of how to express his feelings. The delinquent girl swaggered in from outside the dismantled door, carrying a huge stone chair.
The whole class was silent.
Everyone watched as Madison hugged the stone chair, which was several times her size, with a peacock-like expression.
“No… Miss Madison Montgomery, is this… is this scientific?” The physics teacher’s chalk fell to the ground with a “thud.”
No one paid any attention to the physics teacher, who had believed in physics his whole life and now looked rather pitiful. Madison carried the incredibly heavy stone chair, carved with ancient and intricate patterns, to Ian's side.
She was showing off her treasure like it was a precious gem.
He looked straight at Ian.
He whispered in a boastful tone, as if to say, "Praise me!"
"Ian! Look! That old stonemason is having a promotion: 'Buy a stone tablet for 10,000 and get a free gift!' I had him carve a student chair for you based on the most impressive design in the brochure!"
“You always say your chair isn’t comfortable enough, but this chair even has seat heating and ventilation, isn’t that great?” Madison said, about to replace Ian’s chair with a student chair.
She was a well-mannered person. After changing Ian's chair, she hurriedly ran back to the door under the blank stares of the physics teacher and other students.
Xiao Ti A-mei picked up the door panel that she had violently removed, muttering "Screws...where are the screws...", and then began to try to shove the door panel onto the empty door frame like building with Lego bricks.
An attempt was made to reconstruct the crime scene.
"!!!!!!"
Ian was just as bewildered as his classmates, and also a little horrified. He had seen the stone chair that Madison was holding before—he had seen it before when he saved the world in Heaven.
Yes, that's what the chair looked like when he blew it away with the Ultra Bomb.
"..." Ian recalled his last meeting with Madison, when Madison was eager to carve a stone tablet that read "God is dead, Ian shall stand."
"No! Where did you find this old stonemason?"
Ian no longer cared about the strange looks from his teachers and classmates.
He felt a little numb on his scalp.
Just like the Native Americans of the Americas back then, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Chapter 195 Daily Life and God and God
Madison's phrase, "the student chair given by the old stonemason," was like a piercing chord in his ears.
It echoed wildly in Ian's mind.
It stirred up a storm.
What old stonemason?!
Which old stonemason who graduated from a technical school could have ever seen the throne of the Oracle in Heaven?! Not only did he see it, but he dared to replicate it exactly, and even use it as a free gift with a "buy 10,000, get a luxury gift" offer?!
Ian felt his scalp was not just tingling, it was about to explode! He stared intently at Madison, trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke or prank on her perpetually sleepy face.
“You…” Ian’s voice trembled slightly. He lowered his voice and almost gritted his teeth as he asked, “Didn’t you notice anything wrong with this chair, or that old stonemason?!”
He was waiting for Madison to voice some plausible doubt.
For example, the old stonemason's eyes seemed to see through life and death, his shop was located in a dimensional rift, and his speech was full of philosophical nonsense, which made it easy for him to identify the old stonemason.
"Something's wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Madison indeed stopped trying to push the door back against the wall. She tilted her head and began to think seriously, her brows furrowed as if she were solving a world-class problem.
Ian held his breath, awaiting her insightful opinion.
"What are they talking about?"
"do not know."
"But it sounds like a young couple arguing."
"Yes, that's how my mom and dad chose their furniture too."
The students around him couldn't understand, but that didn't mean they held their breath like Ian. When it comes to gossip, it's not about whether you can understand what's going on.
"Cough cough cough~"
Someone is coughing.
But it seems no one cares.
A few seconds later, Madison slammed her fist in her hand, a look of sudden realization spreading across her face as if she had finally figured out the key point. She declared with conviction and righteous indignation.
Now that you mention it, something definitely doesn't seem right!
She slapped her forehead, her tone tinged with resentment.
"What's wrong?"
Ian used gentle persuasion to try and lock onto his target.
“That old stonemason!” Madison said seriously, as if exposing a shocking fraud. “He makes products too fast! I said I wanted the most impressive design, and he turned around, went into the backyard, and carried it out in less than three minutes! How is that possible? Even carving a rubber stamp wouldn't be that fast!”
The more she spoke, the more convinced she felt she had discovered the truth, her voice rising eight octaves: "I strongly suspect he's engaging in false advertising! He's misleading consumers! He claims it's purely handmade carving, but I think it's just mass-produced goods from a factory assembly line! Maybe it's even made in some small workshop using inferior stone powder! He's deceiving consumers!"
What a sudden realization!
"..."
Ian got so angry that he jumped up and slapped Madison on the head a few times.
He stared at Madison's smug expression, his mouth agape. All the words he was about to utter about Heaven, the Throne of God, and Seraphim were stuck in his throat because of the crowd of onlookers and the fact that his three-year term was not yet up.
He almost choked to death.