Chapter 32 Teacher

This is a very ordinary room, so ordinary that most people have probably seen it or even spent a long time in it - a classroom.

It was a very simple and conventional classroom, a square rectangle with a door at the front and back. The front door faced the podium and blackboard, and the back door was neatly lined with brooms, mops, trash cans and other items. There was also a blackboard on the wall with a half-finished colorful blackboard newspaper drawn on it. There were two large glass windows that slid left and right on the wall opposite the door. At this moment, the shadows of the trees outside were swaying and the morning light was just right.

In the center, there were four neatly arranged groups of two tables and chairs, and students standing upright and greeting each other loudly. At first glance, there were about forty or fifty of them. Although they looked a little pale and stiff, most of them had youthful faces and wore classic blue and white sports uniforms. They were probably junior high school students, but it was unclear what grade they were in...

It is hard to imagine that the 18th floor of the hospital, which does not exist, is actually a school.

I've only ever heard of schools being built on top of crematoriums and ancient tombs in order to use the students' vigorous energy to suppress the negative energy with the positive energy. But here they have a unique idea, with the negative energy suppressing everything.

...Just by seeing Jiu Nian's rare and somewhat unnatural expression, Qing Bai knew how unconventional this Rift Lord was. Just as he was about to go over and whisper "It's okay", his clothes were gently pulled on the back. Qing Bai turned around and saw Qi Xiaopang, who was huddled behind him, winking at him repeatedly, his eyelids frantically on the verge of cramping.

Although Qing Bai didn't know why he was so excited, he nodded gently, indicating that he understood and told him to stop blinking, otherwise he would really convulse.

Qing Bai didn't know whether Qi Xiaopang understood his subtle action, but it was obvious that those "students" misunderstood - as if getting a response, the students who had just stood upright sat down sparsely.

When everyone was standing, all you could see at first glance were unfamiliar faces, but once most people sat down, the few who were still standing would become particularly conspicuous, not to mention that they were out of place in this classroom...they were not wearing school uniforms.

Not only are they not school uniforms, each one has its own characteristics and is not repetitive at all. The handsome and pale young man by the window is wearing a hospital striped hospital gown, the thin boy in the second to last row is wearing a full gray suit, the slightly fat boy with thick black-framed glasses in the first row facing the podium is wearing a classic plaid shirt for programmers, and the only girl among them is the most eye-catching, wearing a bright red long skirt that looks like an evening gown.

Except for the young man in the hospital gown, the other three looked like junior high school students like the surrounding students, but the clothes they wore were adult sizes and were loose on their bodies, as if they had stolen adult clothes. At this moment, the four of them looked at them in surprise and excitement, obviously treating the sudden appearance of Qing Bai and the other two as their life-saving straws.

Qing Bai glanced around silently and roughly understood why Qi Xiaopang was so excited. The reason why they came here today and their university counselor Ban Bieyi were also among the four people standing, including the pale young man in the hospital gown.

Qing Bai's thoughts raced, his expression unchanged. After giving Jiu Nian a look, he suddenly walked up to the podium with an extremely natural demeanor. Under Qi Xiaopang's shocked gaze, he tapped the desk with his finger and said leisurely, "Two teachers are here to sit in on today's class. Welcome everyone."

Since these "students" regard him as a teacher, he will exercise his teacher's power without hesitation.

The students below reacted quickly, and greeted ninth-year student Qi Xiaopang, who was still standing at the door, with a drawled voice: "Hello, teachers!"

The deliberately drawn-out tune coupled with the cold, expressionless, and immature faces made one feel a chill down one's spine.

Although Qi Xiaopang already had some experience as a one-on-one tutor, he was still a little nervous when faced with such a large situation. He responded repeatedly: "Hello, classmates, hello, classmates, hello..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he sounded like an experienced trainee teacher. He was holding two fruit baskets in his hands, and looked like a cafeteria worker who had accidentally entered the classroom.

On the contrary, Jiunian just nodded slightly without even changing his expression. Without saying a word, he perfectly grasped the temperament of an elite teacher, reassuring parents, leaders and students.

Qing Bai was even more at ease, his aura was almost as strong as that of the dean. Those who didn't know him would think that he was the kind of special teacher that every school had, who had taught countless key classes and high-scoring students. Even the four people who were looking at them excitedly just now had a bit strange expressions at this moment... They probably didn't expect that the three people who came later would be so wild and start to control the whole place as soon as they pushed the door open.

Especially in class, teachers become students and students become teachers, which is exciting.

After putting the teacher's hat on himself and his two companions, Qing Bai said again: "Everyone sit down... Oh, monitor, please stand up."

Qi Xiaopang, who was trying to find a spot closest to Brother Qing and pretending to be dead, almost choked when he heard this. Was Brother Qing really addicted to being a teacher? He even wanted to get to know the class through the class leaders?

The slightly plump boy in the classic plaid shirt worn by programmers stood up excitedly and raised his hand before he even sat down: "Teacher! I'm the class monitor! What can I do for you?"

"..." Classmate, we all understand that you are excited. Anyone trapped in a place like this with a bunch of unknown people as classmates will not have a good morale. But isn't it a bit too much for you to reveal that I am new here as soon as you open your mouth?

Qing Bai was very worried for a moment, because just after the boy in the plaid shirt said this, he keenly felt a chill in his body, as if something was staring at him coldly in the dark.

The look didn't hold much malice, but Qing Bai had an inexplicable premonition that if he made any mistake in his next behavior, it would not just be a matter of staring at him.

Qing Bai raised his eyes and glanced at the students sitting below. Everyone raised their heads and stared at him intently, as if a camera was set up to track faces. For a moment, he really couldn't tell where the cold gazes came from.

...Since we can't tell it apart for the time being, let it come out on its own initiative.

Qing Bai's expression remained unchanged: "Bring up your class roster. This class will have a pop quiz, and the teacher will grade it on the spot to see how well you've learned."

As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the already cold and lifeless expressions of the students grew even more rigid, as they sat in their seats like corpses.

So as long as I put on this school uniform, I’m afraid of exams no matter what?

The monitor in the plaid shirt was also a little confused. He pulled out a brand new roster from the desk drawer and handed it to Qing Bai, then asked cautiously, "Pop quiz... did you bring your test paper?"

Qing Bai saw the worry in his eyes. He thought this person had been here for quite some time and was very familiar with everything here. He could easily pull out a small thing like the roster, but the test paper depended on whether the Rift Lord had "created" it...

But how can a qualified teacher be so obsessed with test papers?

Qing Bai lowered his eyes and glanced at the small handwritten words in the upper left corner of the roster - Class 2, Grade 9.

Qing Bai smiled, knowing what was going on. He said calmly but forcefully, "No need. The teacher will give you the questions himself, which will be more targeted."

"To make the test more comprehensive, let's have three major questions for each subject."

"Everyone should write as much as they can. It doesn't matter if you can't finish it. The teacher just wants to see your true level. The final score is not important."

He spoke gently, but when he turned around, he saw several lines of questions densely written on the blackboard.

Qi Xiaopang couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. Fortunately, he didn't have such a devilish teacher when he was studying. Fortunately, he had graduated. Fortunately, Brother Qing arranged for him to be an auditor teacher...

With his strong memory and adaptability, Qing Bai quickly filled the blackboard with questions. After finishing, he patted the chalk dust on his hands and said gently, "Okay, that's all for now. Everyone, hurry up and write. When you're done, you can hand in your answer sheets and the teacher will mark them right away."

After saying that, Qing Bai took two steps to the side, making the entire blackboard available to the students below.

Then he leaned against the wall and casually said to the quiet ninth grader, "Teacher Nine, what do you think of these questions?"

Qi Xiaopang: "..." There's even an interactive teaching session? As expected of Brother Qing, he loves what he does! He's the best at everything he does!

Jiunian nodded: "Very good."

Qing Bai was not satisfied with this answer: "Teacher Jiunian, you don't have to be polite. Just tell me the truth. If there are any shortcomings, I can correct them in time."

"It's really good..." Seeing that the little cub still looked dissatisfied, Jiunian felt a little helpless and had to add, "The questions are well-set, Teacher Qing... The teacher did a good job too."

The second half of this coaxing sentence was spoken very softly, and only the three people who were nearby could hear it.

It was clearly a very simple sentence, but Qing Bai smiled with her eyes curved. Her usually calm and cold eyes curved into crescents, and her slightly pale and thin face revealed a bit of childishness... Her eyelashes were like feathers, there was a smile on the corners of her lips, and she looked extremely lively.

Qi Xiaopang was stunned. He had known Qing for four years and had never seen Brother Qing smile like that... Wait! Is this the real Brother Qing? Could it be in the elevator... nesting dolls within dolls, nesting dolls within dolls?

Although Jiu Nian, who caused the laughter, was stunned for a moment, he did not feel that surprised. In his heart, cubs are the most lively and lovely creatures in the world.

After laughing, Qing Bai lowered his eyes and was lost in thought for a moment. Then, he spoke slowly and softly, "I thought seriously about it when I was in school... I'd like to be a teacher in the future. I can teach in elementary or middle school, but forget about high school because the pressure is too great. Any subject is fine, but science is best so it's easier to grade papers... We'd ride our electric bikes to school together every morning and go home together after school in the evening. We could even go to the market to buy groceries, and we'd have winter and summer vacations, just like students. How wonderful..."

Jiu Nian looked at Qing Bai's eyes filled with nostalgia and said, "Since you want to, why don't you do it?"

Qing Bai's eyelashes trembled, and the moment he raised his eyes, he collected his thoughts. He smiled, his eyes calm and clear, and sighed: "...I didn't pass the exam."

I felt a little regretful about Jiunian, so I stopped asking, for fear of making the little cub sad because he didn't realize his dream.

Qi Xiaopang: "..."

Qi Xiaopang is full of MMPs and doesn’t know whether to express them or not!

...Forget it, I won't tell you about it. If I tell you about it, it will be embarrassing for his brother Qing and his alma mater, Kyoto University.

But he was already holding it in, when his brother Qing suddenly asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are your feet uncomfortable?"

Twisted into a bitter gourd shape.

I'm most afraid of Brother Qing's sudden concern...

Qi Xiaopang could only chuckle dryly, imitating his brother Qing's random, fabricated nonsense: "Hahahaha, nothing much, I just feel a little sorry for the lord of this crevice. Even in this state, he still has to take exams... Wait, besides the old class teacher and the others, the other... students here, they shouldn't have any independent consciousness, right?"

Halfway through his words, Qi Xiaopang finally discovered the key point and began to doubt the purpose of his brother Qing's question.

Sure enough, the next second he heard his brother Qing speak lightly, "Why do you think I gave so many questions? Is this really a pop quiz?"