Chapter 41:Weird Campus 10 Free
The English textbook bore a name, written neatly and precisely:
Shen Musi.
The name detonated a bomb in Xu Nian’s mind, countless thoughts exploding. Shen Musi—a thread tying everything together, including some players and herself.
Class time.
The door swung open precisely, a long leg stepping in.
Bright red heels and a matching skirt dazzled the room.
A sultry, enchanting woman strode to the podium, holding an English book. “Students, I’m your English teacher.”
Relief washed over the group.
She seemed… normal. Human.
But on the blackboard, she elegantly scrawled indecipherable text in an alien script no one—perhaps no human—had ever seen.
Finished, she turned, smirking faintly.
Not normal after all.
Like the first teacher, unhinged.
Likely, all remaining teachers would be too.
She scanned the room, red lips curling. Tossing the chalk, it struck Zhang San, pinpointing the silent man.
All eyes shifted to him.
Zhang San swallowed hard, plucking the chalk from his hair, clutching it, staring at the teacher, lost.
“Zhang San, answer.”
Struck dumb, he wondered how she knew his name. Answer what? She hadn’t taught anything!
[Rule 4]: Stand to answer when called by the teacher.
He wavered, unsure whether to stand or stay seated, glancing at his deskmate.
Ran Feng stared coldly, as if looking at a corpse.
Zhang San felt like one.
“Why no answer?”
Hesitating, he stood. The chair’s wood sprouted sharp spikes, trapping him upright.
“Why aren’t you staying in your seat?”
[Rule 3]: Don’t leave your seat during class.
Her cruel gaze raked him, eyeing prey.
“Teacher, I… don’t know!”
Zhang San answered honestly, then gritted his teeth, sitting on the spikes. Blood seeped, staining his pants, but he stayed silent.
A tough guy.
“We’ll continue,” the teacher said, lecturing on the cryptic text.
Zhang San endured until the bell, blood soaking half his leg.
“Class dismissed.”
The teacher flicked her hair, sauntered to Zhang San’s desk, and, under his resentful glare, tossed him a key like charity.
Her heels clicked as she left, fading into the distance.
The bronze key gleamed, drawing eyes.
“A key?” Ran Feng snatched it.
Even Xu Nian, usually indifferent, glanced over.
A clue, that easily?
Zhang San, slumped on the floor, ignored the key, drained.