After School Tuition Centre

"Okay, now that everyone understood about electromagnetism. Let us do some exercises."

With the widest smile humanly possible plastered on his face, Lim Zhen Cong said cheerfully.

"Wow, it is so quiet today. It is like music to my ears, but I heard nothing!"

The more he said the more excited he got, but except for his voice, only silence remained.

The students in the class are all quietly doing their work as far as his eyes can see.

Well except for five people in the classroom.

Lee Kai Wen.

Chong Xi Kang.

John Ng Jia An.

Tan Han Sheng.

Koh Zi Hong.

All five of them had tape plastered on their n.i.p.p.l.es, ball sacks, armpits, asshole, and legs.

If anyone were to walk in the scene they see will be one similar to a kidnapping or BDSM room.

But to Lim Zhen Cong, it is heaven in After School Tuition Center.

"Last time I gave you all a punishment, I thought that would shut you up but…"

"Even I got letters from weird people!"

He then took a few things out from his a plastic bag he brought and laid those out on the table.

The most notable things on the table are a blond toupee, a blue toupee, an orange toupee, a red toupee, a platinum toupee, a radioactive toupee, a living alien toupee, a green toupee, the toupee that was blasted away by Chong Xi Kang during chapter one, a rainbow toupee, a yellow toupee, another living alien toupee, a purple toupee, and a bald cap.

Continuing from the incredible amount of toupees, Lim Zhen Cong then took out a collection of back scratchers.

A wooden back scratcher, an iron back scratcher, a plastic back scratcher, a golden back scratcher, a silver back scratcher, rubber back scratcher, a paper back scratcher, a glass back scratcher, a dildo back scratcher, a mutant back scratcher, a back scratcher, a red bean back scratcher, a shit stick, an electronic back scratcher, a BDSM back scratcher, a stone back scratcher, a P.o.r.nhub made and officially released back scratcher, and another back scratcher.

Lim Zhen Cong falls to his knees as teardrops are falling on his face as he sniffs again and again.

"Why… why are the things that I got are worthless pieces of shits like you five… I even got a shit stick."

"A f.u.c.k.i.n.g shit stick, when am I going to use that in my life?!"

"And the senders called themselves ASTC fans, what in the world is ASTC?"

"Sir, we know…"

SHAAAAAAAAA

"My lower left n.i.p.p.l.e hair!"

Hearing the screams for their friend's lower left n.i.p.p.l.e hair, the rest of them quiet down for the safety of their body hair.

"One more word and the hair on your balls will go bye-bye."

"Sir, let us spe…"

"ARHHHHH, MY BALL SACK'S HAIR THAT I GREW FOR YEARS!"

"I don't want to know about this ASTC thing, so shut up. Now let's continue the lesson."

End of week 77.