116: Chapter 116 Teacher Sean!

Chapter 116 Teacher Sean!

The scoff wasn't loud, but it was clear in the quiet classroom.

Sean looked up, directing his gaze toward the back row against the wall.

A Black girl was sitting there, her head shaved, wearing shell-shaped earrings and an amulet around her neck shaped like a siren's tail.

Bianca Barclay, a Siren.

A character from the American TV series "Wednesday".

She was a Siren, and it was said that as long as she spoke, most people would listen to her.

In short, Bianca was quite a prominent figure in this school.

At this moment, Bianca was leaning back in her chair, arms crossed, a cold sneer hanging on the corner of her lips.

She said: "Teacher Black, you're just an ordinary human, yet you're lecturing us on love. Don't you think that's a bit ridiculous?"

The air in the classroom froze for a moment.

Sean looked at Bianca, not feeling awkward at all.

These people were all just kids; back when he was in school, didn't he always like to be contrary too?

It wasn't a big deal.

Just as Sean was about to speak, Bianca's eyes suddenly lit up.

Her pupils contracted slightly, her lips parted gently, and an invisible force surged from her body, like ripples in water, like a sound wave, pushing toward Sean.

A Siren's ability!

It wasn't magic, but something more instinctual—a racial talent.

Her voice, her aura, her very existence could make ordinary people lower their guard and follow her will.

"Everything you're talking about..." Bianca's voice changed, becoming lighter and softer, as if she were coaxing a child, "is useless. Why don't you tell us the truth? Why did you come to this school?"

That force pushed right up to Sean. He felt it—it wasn't an attack, it was infiltration...

Like water seeping into sand, like fog seeping into a forest.

It didn't force you; it just made you feel that she was right, that she was doing it for your own good, and that you should listen to her.

An ordinary person couldn't resist that at all.

It was too bewitching!

But for Sean... he didn't even need to use his extraordinary powers.

His [Sharp Tongue] skill lit up in his mind like a light being switched on.

Sean leaned against the edge of the podium, hands in his pockets, watching Bianca with the corner of his mouth curling up slightly.

"You are a Siren." Sean spoke, his voice very flat, as if he hadn't been affected at all. "You can persuade ordinary people, but do you think you can persuade me too?"

Bianca's eyes narrowed.

Her persuasion continued, that force still pushing outward, but Sean stood there like a rock—the waves crashed against him and receded, but he didn't budge an inch.

"You don't need to waste your effort." Sean said, "Your persuasion doesn't work on me, not because I have superpowers, but because your persuasion is too low-level."

Bianca's smile froze. "What?"

Sean straightened up and took a step forward.

He looked at Bianca; in those deep brown eyes, there was surprise, unwillingness, and a hint of panic.

"Your persuasion relies on your voice, your aura, and your natural charm." Sean said, "But these things are useless against someone who actually has a brain."

"You cannot persuade someone who doesn't believe in you, someone who doesn't care about you, or someone who knows better than you what they are doing."

He looked at Bianca: "How long have you been at this school? What have you learned here? How many people have you made listen to you using your persuasion? After you made them listen to you, what did you gain?"

That's how someone with a sharp tongue is.

Once they open up their domain, it's a barrage of rhetorical questions that can leave people speechless.

Bianca opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

"You asked me just now why I came to this school—it's because you need me."

"You are outcasts, you have superpowers, and you think you are superior. You look down on ordinary people, thinking they don't understand you, can't comprehend you, and aren't worthy of you."

As he said this, he looked at Bianca: "Especially you."

Bianca's eyebrows twitched.

Sean continued his output: "You are a Siren, and what you say is naturally easy for people to listen to."

"This makes you think you are very impressive, that you can handle everything, and that ordinary people are all fools who will only let you lead them by the nose."

"But your ability isn't enough in front of a true powerhouse."

"For example... me..."

Bianca's expression changed.

The sneer left her lips, her hands dropped from her chest, and she looked at Sean with complete surprise.

Bianca hadn't expected Sean to say that.

Sean was armed with [Bullshit] and [Sharp Tongue]; once he started, he simply couldn't stop.

Sean turned his gaze to the others and said: "Listen up, you all need to learn how to get along with ordinary people. You can't stay in this school your whole lives; you can't only deal with outcasts forever. One day, you will have to walk out there and face those ordinary people."

"They won't yield to you just because you're a Siren, they won't fear you just because you have superpowers, and they won't respect you just because you think you're superior. They will only treat you as a... freak."

The word "freak" made Bianca's face darken.

Well... although it's hard to tell on a Black person's face, it did indeed get a bit darker.

Bianca's brows furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line.

She stared at Sean, a fire burning in those deep brown eyes.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but how would Sean give her the chance?

"You don't need to rush to refute me." Sean raised a hand, his tone unhurried, "Think about it first: when was the last time you interacted with an ordinary person? When was the last time you spoke to someone without using your persuasion ability? When was the last time..."

"When you were rejected, ignored, or looked at as an outcast, how did you feel?"

Bianca opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Sean's words were like nails, hammered in one by one—not deep, but each one hit a vital spot.

"You think you are superior because you have superpowers. But have you ever thought that your superpowers mean nothing outside of this school?"

Sean kept hammering at Bianca!

"You walk out that school gate, and you can't tell people, 'I am a Siren, you have to listen to me.'"

"You can't persuade everyone. In this world, there are plenty of people stronger than you, and plenty of people who won't fall for your tricks."

"What will you do? Keep looking down on them? Keep hiding in your shell?"

Bianca's lips were trembling.

Not from fear, but from anger.

But she didn't interrupt Sean, because he was right—so right that she couldn't refute him.

"So I said, I am here to teach you. Not how to use your superpowers, but how to stand your ground when you aren't using them."

Sean leaned back against the podium, hands in his pockets: "Now, do you still think it's ridiculous?"