Some people were simply born with debuffs, and a few unlucky souls have to carry many of them for their entire lives.
"Alright," Lin Feng said calmly. "Take a seat. I'll start class shortly."
Yuan Bao immediately complied.
His eyes darted around the room before settling on the chair closest to the three lovely women.
Without hesitation, he shuffled over, but instead of sitting down right away, he carefully lowered himself, inch by inch, as if approaching a fragile artifact.
He had long since lost count of how many chairs he had destroyed just by sitting on them.
Some had snapped instantly, others had collapsed with a dramatic crash, and a few had survived only to crack a moment later, betraying him at the worst possible time.
Because of this, Yuan Bao had developed a cautious ritual whenever he sat down.
In his heart, he reasoned confidently…
