Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 105 Gathering People to Produce Drugs

pat.

Another person has fallen.

pat pat pat pat.

Like dominoes, they fell one after another, one on and one off the stage.

Fu Chen stood on the stage, watching this scene, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

These amazing people really did poison themselves!

They thought the sun had risen in the west and they had successfully concocted the potion…

Fu Chen jumped off the stage and began counting the number of people.

Liu Haitao lay on the ground, his limbs twitching.

The whole family flew, lying face down on the chair with their butts sticking up high, in a bizarre posture.

Chen Jiaxin leaned against the wall, her eyes rolled back, and a strange smile lingered on her lips.

Edwards lay flat on the ground, limbs outstretched. His dark skin and peaceful expression made him look like a toppled statue, with only his toes twitching slightly.

Tang Renhui curled up in a ball, like a shrimp.

Yao Zhi'ai lay face up, hands on her chest, her expression as calm as if she were attending her own funeral, but her lips twitched from time to time, as if she were arguing with someone in her dream.

Hua Gua lay on the ground, one hand still in the middle finger position, the other hand clenched into a fist, facing Chen Jiaxin.

……

The most important thing for a family is to be together.

And look, they've all collapsed.

One does not fall.

Fu Chen counted three times.

Forty-nine students, plus a random passerby who somehow slipped in.

and many more.

A passerby?

Fu Chen looked at the stranger lying in the corner and fell into deep thought.

Who is this person?

When did you come in?

Why did it collapse too?

He walked over and kicked the man's leg.

no response.

It kicked it again.

Still no response.

Fu Chen squatted down and examined it carefully.

He was a middle-aged or older man, with a receding hairline, a large belly, and wearing a white tank top.

Like a theater landlord.

It looks like a chicken feather, it really does!

Fu Chen thought about it and roughly understood.

The landlord probably just happened to be passing by the theater, heard the noise inside, and came in to check.

He then saw a group of people refining medicine and curiously came over.

then…

Someone gave him a bite too, I don't know.

Or perhaps he secretly took a bite.

Then it collapsed.

Fu Chen remained silent for three seconds.

Then give a thumbs up.

Awesome.

He stood up, looking at the "corpses" scattered on the ground, his feelings a mix of emotions.

On the one hand, he was frustrated.

The fact that this group of people poisoned themselves while making potions shows that his potions class was very effective.

It's clearly a waste of money.

On the other hand, he was also a little worried.

What if something really happens?

He took out his phone, ready to call 120.

I had just pressed 1 when I suddenly heard a groan.

"Um…"

Fu Chen looked down.

Liu Haitao opened his eyes.

Fu Chen was stunned.

You woke up so quickly?

Liu Haitao blinked, then blinked again.

Then slowly sit up.

"Brother Chen... I think I just fainted?"

Fu Chen nodded: "Yes, you fainted."

"Yes, I'm dizzy, I know I'm dizzy!"

"How long were you unconscious?"

"About three minutes?"

Liu Haitao scratched his head: "Oh, that's alright."

He stood up and stretched his body.

Why do I feel so much better physically?

Fu Chen looked at him, unsure of what to say.

At this moment, Quan Jiafei also woke up.

The first thing he did after getting up was to touch his own buttocks.

"Why doesn't my butt hurt anymore?"

Fu Chen was taken aback: "Your butt hurt earlier?"

"Yes, my hemorrhoids have been acting up for three days and haven't gotten better."

After all, I squat on the toilet more than ten times a day, so it would be strange if I didn't have hemorrhoids.

Quan Jiafei excitedly exclaimed, "It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt at all!"

Fu Chen: "So you don't feel uncomfortable anywhere on your body now, right?"

Quan Jiafei pondered for a moment: "My stomachache and chest pain might be related to the medicine I made myself..."

"Oh, so your hemorrhoids may not be completely healed; the stomach pain is just overpowering your hemorrhoids."

The whole family was in great pain.

Who cares anyway?

Nine out of ten men suffer from hemorrhoids. Hemorrhoids are already torturous enough, so what's a stomachache compared to that?

That's what the whole family thought.

This magic potion can cure hemorrhoids?

Chen Jiaxin also woke up.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she said was, "I think I dreamt about my grandma."

Then she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Huh? My nearsightedness seems to be better?"

Fu Chen looked into her eyes.

Chen Jiaxin has always been nearsighted and wears glasses to class.

Now that her glasses are gone, she seems to see things very clearly.

wrong.

You're right in front of them, so why aren't their eyes looking at you?

"Can you see me clearly?" Fu Chen waved.

Chen Jiaxin nodded: "Where are you?!"

Fu Chen: "..."

"Hasn't your nearsightedness gotten better?"

Chen Jiaxin nodded: "I'm not nearsighted anymore, but I think I can't see anything!"

thank you.

Edwards also woke up.

He sat up, and the first thing he did was touch his head.

"My headache is gone?"

Fu Chen asked in confusion, "What happened to your head?"

"I got into a fight with Tang Renhui yesterday, and it's been hurting ever since," Edwards said excitedly.

"It doesn't hurt at all now!"

Fu Chen remained silent.

Edwards then said, "But my stomach hurts so much!"

This group of people seems to have a lot of tough luck, but why does everyone have some chronic ailments?

Tang Renhui woke up.

He got up, and his first words were: "Brother! I saw my dead brother!"

Then he looked around and was a little disappointed.

"Oh... so it's not true after all..."

Fu Chen looked at him and suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

This child really misses his brother.

How can I not think about it?

Tang Renhui's brother still owes him several hundred yuan in New Year's money.

Hua Gua has awakened.

The first thing he did after getting up was to look at his middle finger.

The middle finger is still pointing upwards.

He tried, but couldn't take it back.

Fu Chen: "What happened to your middle finger?"

Hua Gua looked completely innocent: "I don't know, I think I had a cramp."

Fu Chen: "Who were you thinking about before you passed out?"

Hua Gua thought for a moment: "I'm thinking about Chen Jiaxin."

Chen Jiaxin: "???"

666.

Chen Jiaxin asked wryly, "Are you thinking about me?"

Fu Chen watched this scene, his lips twitching.

These people are really tough.

Chen Jiaxin's eyesight gradually recovered during the process of digesting those poisons.

He looked at the landlord.

The landlord woke up too.

He sat up and looked around blankly.

"Young man, what are you doing here? Where am I?"

Fu Chen walked over: "Landlord, how did you get in?"

The landlord scratched his head: "I was passing by when I heard some noise inside, so I came in to take a look. I heard you were making medicine."

I knew it was a magic potion, but it was too expensive outside. I figured there were so many here, I might as well drink them.

Then I grabbed a drink; it was a strangely colorful thing. I took a sip, and then…”

Fu Chen fell silent.

I feel like this landlord isn't very bright.

Wouldn't it be easy to kill him?

If you put a cup of poison on the ground, he will naturally drink it.

"My back..."

He touched his lower back and suddenly shouted.

Fu Chen's eyes lit up: "Your back pain is gone?"

The landlord shook his head: "My back hurts even more than before!"

He suddenly grabbed Fu Chen's hand: "Young man, what kind of poison did you just give me to drink? It's amazing! How much? I'll buy it!"

I've been fucking annoyed with my neighbor for ages! How dare he steal my square dancing partner, Cuihua! I'll make sure his kidney stones get even worse!

The landlord really liked this kind of poison, which wasn't fatal but could torment people.

Fu Chen said with difficulty, "Uncle, that's a poisonous potion. I can't sell it to you."

Why?

"The sale of potions with negative effects requires an application to the Potions Board."

"Besides, this wasn't even a properly crafted product. It was a failed attempt."

The landlord looked at the medicine-making tools scattered all over the floor, then at the group of students slumped over, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"So I was used as a guinea pig?"

Fu Chen nodded: "It should be."

The landlord was silent for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

"If you don't want to sell them, can I have some more for free?"

Fu Chen: "??????"

They're truly fearless.

He looked at the group of people and suddenly remembered a sentence:

Fools have the toughest lives.

It's not an insult.

She's really tough.

If it were a normal person, taking so many random magical potions would have landed them in the ICU long ago.

Where are these people?

They were dizzy for three minutes, but after getting up, they were all full of energy, and all their old ailments were cured.

What kind of divine physique is this?

The landlord left, taking with him an endless longing for potions and a bag full of promises of "coming again next time."

Inside the theater, fifty people were still chattering about their new discoveries about their bodies.

Fu Chen stood on the stage, watching this scene, and fell into deep thought.

What was he originally planning to do today?

Yes, we need to give these people extra lessons.

Improve their grades.

May they do even better on their next monthly exam.

That way he can do even worse on the test.

but.

Does it really work?

Look at this group of people.

They can't even distinguish the most basic ingredients for potions.

They can call Qingling grass coriander, blood-clotting flower carrot, and dragon blood grass spinach.

They can turn a potions class into a market discussion.

They can turn medicine making into poison making.

What kind of god-like operation is this?

wait?

If you gather this group of people together to make medicine, but it turns out to be poison, wouldn't that be considered a group of people making poison?

Did I not break the law?

Thinking hard.

Even a rough thought is terrifying.

Fu Chen took a deep breath.

He began to seriously consider a question:

Can these people really improve their grades through tutoring?

He recalled the teaching results of the past two days.

Teaching the theory of potions.

Result: They mistook all the potion ingredients for vegetables, and their questions were all nonsense.

Teaching martial arts combat skills.

Result: They wore all their protective gear backwards, put brass knuckles on their toes, broke their own hands, and then punched through the sandbags.

Teach practical skills in potion making.

Result: They poisoned themselves and may have even implicated others.

Fu Chen fell silent.

He suddenly realized a serious problem.

This group of people are not ordinary good-for-nothings.

They are gods.

They are the kind of amazing people you can never guess what they will do next.

He's the kind of superhuman who can make anything normal seem abnormal.

He's the kind of amazing person who can turn any serious occasion into a private one.

Are normal teaching methods effective against this type of person?

Useless.

No use at all.

Fu Chen recalled his experiences over the past two days.

He spent 30,000 yuan to rent the theater.

He spent 20,000 yuan on textbooks and materials.

He spent three whole days lecturing until his throat was dry.

The results of it?

What did this group of people remember?

Remember, you shouldn't soak cilantro in water to make tea.

Remember, carrots cannot stop bleeding?

Remember, you can't put brass knuckles on your toes?

Did you remember that the medicine you made could cure hemorrhoids?

What the hell is this learning outcome?

Fu Chen looked up at the sky and sighed deeply.

He suddenly remembered a sentence:

But I suddenly forgot.

The true nature of this group is that of gods.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't turn a god into a normal person.

No matter how much tutoring he does, it's impossible for a prodigy to achieve the same grades as a normal person.

Their results are always unpredictable.

Just like the medicine they concoct, you never know what its effects will be.

Just like their operations, you never know what kind of unexpected thing will happen next.

Fu Chen suddenly laughed.

That was a bitter smile.

He finally understood.

Improving this group of people is harder than climbing to heaven.

It's not because they're stupid.

It's because they're too amazing.

It's as if no normal logic applies to them.

They're so amazing you can never guess what they'll do.

You have no choice but to accept reality.

"Brother Chen!" Liu Haitao ran over again: "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Chen looked at him and said weakly, "I was thinking about you guys."

Liu Haitao was stunned for a moment.

"Alright," Fu Chen waved his hand, "That's all for today's class, everyone can go home."

"Are you coming again tomorrow?" Quan Jiafei asked.

Fu Chen thought for a moment.

tomorrow?

Again?

He looked at the group of people.

Fifty pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

There was expectation in his eyes.

There is trust.

There is a dependency.

He suddenly felt a little reluctant to refuse.

but.

He really didn't want to be tortured anymore.

"Tomorrow..." He paused, "Let me think about it."

Everyone sighed in disappointment.

"Brother Chen, you don't think we're stupid, do you?" Chen Jiaxin asked cautiously.

Fu Chen shook his head: "Yes."