"Quick, quick, quick! You two boys, hurry up and help!"
Feng Ye urged them, his face not showing any signs of anger, but rather looking a bit excited!
His thick glasses seemed to light up instantly!
The two who were called out looked bewildered as they went to help, but before they even touched the small box, the old man shouted, "Stop, stop, stop!"
"Alright, alright, I'll do it myself. You all look so sluggish, don't break it later!"
Seeing them wobbling as they walked, Feng Ye was anxious and decided to put down the persimmon he was holding, stepped off the stage, and dashed over.
The whole class was dumbfounded.
Was this still the terrifying Devil Feng they knew?
And wasn't Mr. Feng already 60? How could he run so fast?
"Unbelievable!"
Feng Ye no longer looked like the strict teacher, but exclaimed in surprise looking at the half-box of persimmons, "Every single one of them is!"
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