As Song Lei's voice resounded throughout the class, the crazed students started turning their gazes back to the teacher. The confidence Song Lei was radiating managed to make them calm down. He then sat back in his seat. The red fluorescent lights of the classroom started going back to their original white color.
Crossing his legs, Song Lei closed his eyes.
'That was close!' he shouted in his head. 'I felt it! They were about to attack me all at once! Is this some kind of greeting ritual? Surely they do not kill whoever comes to this class, right?'
After the ordeal, the students in the classroom became more relaxed. There were slight whispers and chatter amongst the students that made the place feel more like a classroom rather than an asylum.
The rest of the class went pretty normal. Although the teacher had some problems making the students listen to the lesson, she still managed pretty well, considering that the students were crazed psychics.