Dumbelldore snapped back to reality. Staring at the expletives filling the screen, he blurted out, "Bloody hell!"
CRACK!
A bolt of lightning flashed.
Just as Dumbelldore had managed to recover, he was zapped into a frazzled state once again.
"Profanity warrants punishment!" Lin Bai, compelled to unleash the lightning, glared irritably at Dumbelldore and admonished him.
Struck by a lightning bolt out of nowhere, the awe Dumbelldore felt from the poem vanished instantly, and he was jolted back to his miserable reality.
The bullet screen comments exploded again:
"Hahaha! Deng Cancan getting zapped is a daily occurrence."
"The phrase 'Bloody hell' is reserved for me, your master. Children shouldn't use foul language; you need to work on strengthening your moral character."
"Who's the programmer behind the City Lord? I must burn incense for him; his skills are far superior to my literature professor's!"
