Right after that, Fatty went back into the crowd and rejoined the line.
As expected, the PE teacher was another middle-aged uncle on the verge of old age, with a bald head. When he saw Fatty hand him the roster, he clasped his hands behind his back and stood in front of the line with an air of authority. A moment ago there had still been people whispering, horsing around, and messing with each other in the ranks, but the second the PE teacher stood in front of them, the entire line instantly went quiet.
Clearly, this PE teacher still had some authority; he could suppress this group of students in one go.
Then his gaze swept around once, checked how many people were present, and he seemed satisfied enough, so he dropped that topic. Instead he said, "Do you still remember the breathing method for running that I taught you last class? Do I need to teach it again?"
