The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 176: Shoot Me with Your Needle!

He turned his attention back to the class. "All I'm asking is ten minutes," he said, holding up both hands with fingers spread. "Just give me ten minutes of your time. Sit quietly, listen, and I promise—if after ten minutes you still want to leave, you're free to go. No hard feelings."

Someone snorted from the back. "Seriously? And then what? We walk out, and you report us to the administration so we lose our credits or attendance points?"

John chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't believe in tricks. If you're worried, go ahead—pull out your phones and record me saying it. I'll repeat it right now: Sit quietly for ten minutes, and anyone who wants to leave after that is free to do so. No punishments. No reports. No nonsense."

The hedgehog-haired boy leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. "Alright, since you're so confident, we'll play along. Let's see what you've got. But I doubt ten minutes is enough to change anyone's mind."

The room settled into silence—tense but curious.

After all, it was only ten minutes.

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Even the students who had been browsing online shopping sites like Amazon closed their laptops and turned their attention forward. Those engrossed in mobile games muted their keyboards and watched him with faint intrigue.

But thirty seconds passed.

John hadn't started teaching yet. Instead, his gaze lingered on the students, his expression unreadable.

Then, frowning slightly, he said in a low voice, "It seems everyone got quiet pretty quickly when they heard it would only be ten minutes. That's commendable. But... some people are still a little too naive."

The students exchanged puzzled looks.

No one was speaking. What was he talking about?

Who was being naive?

John shook his head again, then raised his right hand. A second later, several shimmering silver needles appeared between his fingers, glinting coldly under the classroom lights.

"You're really starting to annoy me," he said, almost lazily. "Interrupting my class before it even begins..."

Then—without warning—he flicked his wrist, and the needles shot forward like bullets.

Everyone froze.

No one had seen the trajectory. The needles moved so fast they were practically invisible. The room remained silent for two or three seconds as everyone looked around, unsure what just happened.

Then—

"Holy sh*t! This guy's a monster!" a boy in the last row suddenly screamed.

All heads snapped toward the back.

The boy was pointing at the far wall behind him with an expression of disbelief, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open.

Several of his classmates leaned over to see what had shocked him so badly—and then they started shouting too.

"What the f*ck? Look at that!"

"Dude, that's insane!"

Now, everyone in the classroom stood up or craned their necks to get a better view. Even the students who had been the most skeptical seconds earlier were now gawking.

There, embedded cleanly in the back wall, were several silver needles.

Each one had pierced a fly.

Multiple flies.

Every single needle had nailed a separate insect—impaled it so precisely that their tiny wings were still twitching. And from the front podium to the back wall was at least twenty to thirty meters.

He hit flies with acupuncture needles from across the room... simultaneously.

The classroom erupted.

"Teacher, what the hell was that? You've gotta do it again! We didn't even see you move!"

"Yeah! Please, just one more time! I was blinking—I missed it!"

A pretty girl pulled a long strand of her hair from her head, held it up against the wall behind her, and said with a grin, "Here—see if you can slice this."

Without hesitation, John flicked another needle.

Snip.

The hair split cleanly in two, as if cut by a laser.

The room went wild.

"Oh my God!"

"No way!"

"You're all college students—don't you know any words besides 'Oh my God'?" John said, pretending to look offended. "Can't you come up with something more original to praise me with?"

Laughter broke out throughout the classroom.

He wasn't just a showman. He was funny, sharp, and knew exactly how to grab their attention.

John had understood something that most teachers didn't—no amount of lectures or theory could reach a group like this. But one brilliant, unforgettable demonstration? That would get them hooked.

And it had worked.

The skepticism that had filled the room was completely gone. Over ninety-nine percent of the students who had walked in reluctantly were now leaning forward, eager for what came next.

Some of the bolder female students even stood up, pulling strands of hair and holding them up like targets.

"Teacher, look over here! Shoot me with your needle!"

They were flushed with excitement, genuinely thrilled by the spectacle.

But John coughed, feigning seriousness. "Ladies, please... behave yourselves. I'm a serious man."

There was a moment of silence.

Then several of the girls blushed furiously, realizing what they'd just said. They quickly sat back down, laughing nervously.

Teacher... how can you say something so serious in such a flirtatious tone?