The Million-Dollar Heart novel Chapter 49

This scene sent chills down the spines of the students in the front row.

Vivienne was about their age, but they were so scared they wanted to keep their distance.

Then, Vivienne continued to dissect the snake with a knife, cutting open its skin and flesh, then digging into its insides. "Who brought this snake?" she asked, "Next time, bring more."

She looked up, a smile on her face. "Snakes are a great resource. As your homeroom teacher, I'm educating you for free. Every part of a snake – the gall bladder, fat, organs, tongue, skin, blood, even its eggs and shed skin – has medicinal value. Nothing is wasted."

Vivienne pulled out the snake's innards, took a small bag from her bag, and put them in. Then she pulled out a tissue and calmly wiped the blood from her hands.

She looked up at the stunned students, pulled out a small bottle from her bag and glanced at the rats running around the classroom. "Rats are full of bacteria and have no medicinal value. Those folk remedies about soaking rats in liquor for strength are total BS. There's no scientific basis for them."

Vivienne opened the bottle and poured the powder inside onto the floor. Soon, all the rats were dead.

She put the bottle away, wiped her hands again with a wet tissue, and walked to the center of the classroom. "Have you guys finished your welcome ceremony yet? If not, carry on."

Her words got no response. The students were stunned.

Who would have thought the new homeroom teacher would be such a badass?

She wasn't scared by the bucket at the door or the snake and rats.

Not only was she not scared, she dissected the snake on the spot!

Was she even human?

Was she a demon?

"Are we done?" Vivienne asked.

Still, no one answered.

"Now that the welcoming ceremony is over, I'll lay down my rules..."

Before she could finish, Logan interrupted her with a sneer. "You think you can teach us? You'd better check if you're up to it. We didn't earn our reputation as Class Eighteen for nothing. What you've seen is just the beginning. Only if you can beat us, you're somewhat capable."

"Kid, don't always talk about violence," Vivienne said calmly.

"You're the kid!" Logan was angry. They were about the same age, but she called him a kid.

He hated being treated like a child. In a fit of rage, he grabbed a stick and charged at Vivienne.

Vivienne just stood there, not even moving.

When Logan was in front of her, she barely lifted her eyelids, and Logan collapsed.

"What's happening? Why can't I move?" Logan was stunned.

Vivienne stood over him. "When facing an enemy, the real power is not to fight, but to make your opponent have no chance to fight back."

Logan looked up. "Did you do this? What did you do to me?"

This woman was weird!

He didn't see her do anything, but he just fell to the ground.

The other students were also confused.

They usually followed Logan's lead, thinking they were invincible.

After all, unlike them, Logan had really been trained in Taekwondo.

But to their surprise, Logan didn't even get a chance to fight and just fell.

Seeing this, they instinctively moved away from their seats.

They always felt that the new homeroom teacher would hit them.

If she did, they'd probably get hurt, right?

So they chose to stay far away.

"I drugged you."

"What is it?" Logan was puzzled.