After School Tuition Centre

"OH? You looked fine climbing this week."

Chong Xi Kang said with a smug face as he looks at Lee Kai Wen who just entered the classroom.

"I'm not going to listen to an exhibitionist."

"Or an AV fanatic."

Lee Kai Wen said as he stops John Ng from opening his mouth before he can say anything by sealing it up with duct tape.

MMPHH

MMPHHH

MMMPPH

"Speak human I don't understand how to speak alien." Lee Kai Wen said to John Ng who is trying to say something to the group.

"He is saying that Xi Kang is just training to make his debut on a p.o.r.n site." Tan Han Sheng said casually while looking at John Ng who is nodding furiously.

A puzzled expression shows up on Lee Kai Wen's face as he asks Tan Han Sheng. "How did you do that?"

"When you know a pervert long enough you can guess that everything that he says will have something to do with p.o.r.n."

Tan Han Sheng said as he looks at John Ng who is now trying to take off the duct tape from his mouth with a poker face.

HEY THE FIVE IDIOTS AT THE BACK, SIT DOWN NOW BEFORE I GO THERE AND MAKE YOU SIT DOWN MYSELF!

All of a sudden Lim Zhen Cong scolds them as he throws his back scratcher at them like a boomerang.

BOOM

The back scratcher flies back towards Lim Zhen Cong and hit him right on his bald head.

"TAKE THAT!" Chong Xi Kang shouted as he blows at the nozzle of his air bazooka like it was a real gun.

PAK

All of a sudden the back scratcher strikes Chong Xi Kang on the back of his head causing his face to slam on the table.

"Try to fight against me? You are still one hundred years too young, now copy down the equations which I had written down in your notebooks."

Lim Zhen Cong said as his back scratcher returns to his hand while his other hand rubs his forehead.

Suddenly the group eyes start to hurt as a blinding light drifts towards them soon they heard a voice saying "Okay the five idiots at the back show me your work."

Lim Zhen Cong starts off by taking a look at Tan Han Sheng's notebook as he looks through it and sees an equation that causes the poor boy to lie on the table like a corpse.

Lim Zhen Cong + Hair = Start of the big crunch

He then moves on to take a look at Chong Xi Kang's notes.

Nothing stupid written…

So he continues checking their book yet the result is still the same when he checks Lee Kai Wen's book as there was nothing weird added into the notes.

His hands grab John Ng's notebook expecting something stupid in his heart he chants.

P.o.r.n

P.o.r.n

P.o.r.n

P.o.r.n

There must be something related to p.o.r.n in his notes…

Hey, the one reading this you already guess it right? Yeah. You probably guess it already.

BUT! What if you guessed it wrong? Wait now you are thinking how lost can I continue talking like this? Well, I can tell you now. I don't actually know so back to the story. :D

Nothing…

"Are you sick today?" Lim Zhen Cong asked as his hand reaches towards John Ng's forehead, his hand touches the boy's forehead gently soon he touches his own forehead to feel his body temperature, his jaw drops down as low as humanly possible as he looks at John Ng at disbelief.

John Ng stands up as he holds the notebook in his hand, his heart fires up crease marks shows starts appear on the notebook with his grip tightening.

"Sometimes we know how to be serious too."

These words struck Lim Zhen Cong's heart like thunder as his legs grow weak from the shock but a faint smile of relief and satisfaction appears on his mouth.

With high hopes, Lim Zhen Cong happily picks up Koh Zi Hong's notebook from the table and flips through it with the smile that hasn't faded yet.

This.... With a slight tilt of his head like a little puppy, Koh Zi Hong curiously looks at Lim Zhen Cong who is sweating as if there is a storm cloud raining on top of him while his eyes scanned the notebook.

Maybe it is just this one time.

This one too?

Is this boy blind?

Okay, now I start to think that he is just screwing with me.

This... THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!

Every seen a c.o.c.kroach run?

Now DON'T imagine a bald middle-aged man running like that instead just imagine an Asian Usain Bolt dashing towards the window as if a lion, tiger, some crazy grey hair green eyes idiot, and a c.o.c.kroach is chasing him.

The window swing wide open as Lim Zhen Cong gives it a kick, now imagine that the same bald middle-aged man is now a baseball pitcher but the baseball is now Koh Zi Hong's notebook.

DIE!

The notebook falls from the third floor of the building, all of a sudden a strong gust blows the notebook far away from the tuition center.

"Something like that should never exist in this world." Lim Zhen Cong said with a heavy tone as he closes the window and continues teaching.

End of week 6.