7 Menggui High School (7)

He had never seen anyone like this before.

No one expected that, despite it being a certain death situation, Qin Fu'an could calmly and methodically explain his reasoning.

Moreover, to anyone listening, all four reasons are reasonable and well-founded, each and every one of them completely and thoroughly refutes Teacher Zhang's claims.

This is evident from how Teacher Zhang's face grew increasingly pale as Qin Fu'an continued his accusations; one can clearly understand just how insidious and devastating these four reasons were.

Not to mention, from the very beginning, Qin Fu'an subtly praised the dean's perfect and cunning transformation.

The head of the teaching department did not immediately believe Qin Fu'an's accusations.

Outside the door, its hands, which had been hanging at its sides, suddenly twisted and extended into the classroom.

Soon, the head of the teaching department took the blank test paper and carefully examined the questions.

As it examined the classroom, Teacher Zhang, who was standing next to its neck and head, gradually hunched over, curling up as if trying to escape the eerily suffocating classroom.

It had already bypassed the head teacher and reached the classroom door, seemingly about to escape, but right in front of it, a familiar blank test paper once again floated down lightly.

That piece of white paper with black words became the last thing it saw in its bizarre life.

Warm, scarlet blood splattered on the blank exam paper, and below the unanswered questions, mottled blood flowers were everywhere.

This exam paper, which no one filled out, was ultimately answered by its creator, who risked his life.

The ear-piercing, heart-pounding crunching sounds amplified in the large yet quiet classroom, but this time even the timid novice players couldn't help but reveal a hint of glistening pleasure in their eyes.

They have no sympathy for this dead ghost. If it hadn't died, who knows how many more ways it would have come up with to torment the students and kill them.

As for the NPC students in the classroom, they seemed to have been injected with some kind of stimulant. Their originally empty and numb gazes were all fixed on Qin Fu'an, who remained expressionless at the side of the podium, and the light in their eyes, which had long been dim, was quietly rekindled.

It seems... something changed after Teacher Zhang died.

They couldn't quite put their finger on what was different, but for some reason, they felt that this time, the hope of successfully passing the college entrance exam and leaving the treacherous high school had finally appeared.

Amidst countless gazes, some silent, some excited, and some bright and intense, Qin Fu'an walked to the classroom door, bent down, and picked up the blood-stained test paper from the ground.

"Director, thank you for upholding justice for us. Only with your presence have I truly realized that Menggui High School deserves its reputation as the top high school. Besides corrupt officials like Teacher Zhang, there are also strict and excellent deans like you. I believe that under your supervision and protection, Menggui High School and we students will spread its reputation to every corner of the world."

Qin Fu'an closed the blood-stained exam paper and chatted amiably with the headmaster, who had already withdrawn his hands and head.

His praise was so sincere and earnest, and his sentiments so heartwarming. Looking directly into his clear, light green eyes, the headmaster saw the boy's joy and aspirations, and it was as if he could see the bright and dazzling future he spoke of.

Even if it's a trick, one cannot refuse such heartfelt praise and a vision for the future.

The head of the teaching department looked at Qin Fu'an with a gentler gaze, even a hint of a smile in his eyes. Moreover, Qin Fu'an had just had a hearty meal and was now at his most relaxed and easy to talk to.

Qin Fu'an seized the opportunity and warmly invited, "Director, I hope I can have the honor of inviting you to observe a wonderful lesson in your class, as proof that you have not shown favoritism towards me and arbitrarily punished the parasites. I wonder if you would be willing to give me this opportunity?"

His words were all for the benefit of the head of the teaching department, even considering the possibility that the head of the teaching department might be in trouble with others afterward. Coupled with the perfect score on the answer sheet mentioned by Qin Fu'an, such an outstanding student would surely make not only the head of the teaching department but also the principal feel very gratified after hearing these words.

So the head of the teaching department stretched his long neck from the corridor window onto Qin Fu'an's desk.

Its neck was positioned across the desk in front of Xie Yunhuai.

Standing on the podium, Qin Fu'an saw this scene and a playful expectation flashed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, until the moment he reached for the chalk, Xie Yunhuai merely frowned at the dean's sudden intrusion, showing no sign of taking any action.

It's a bit of a shame, but not much.

Qin Fu'an pulled a piece of chalk from the chalk box, and the moment he touched it, he realized something was wrong.

The texture doesn't feel right.

It feels smooth and warm to the touch, definitely not like chalk.

He lowered his eyes silently, and after seeing what the "chalk" in the chalk box looked like, he scoffed softly.

They were all slender finger bones, likely taken from the remains of deceased teenagers. They were all polished to a pure white, smooth, and supple finish, each one a work of art meticulously sculpted by death itself.

Qin Fu'an picked up a cigarette without changing his expression and tapped it on the lectern with his fingertips.

The classroom was already quiet, and although everyone was bewildered, they were still instinctively afraid of everyone standing on the podium.

Even though Qin Fu'an was a student sitting below just a few minutes ago, just like them.

"Throw away all your test papers. This lesson won't cover those boring and tedious question types."

As Qin Fu'an spoke, he looked down at the lesson plans and textbooks that originally belonged to Teacher Zhang on the podium. After a moment, he looked up at the crowd below and said, "There are only five days left until the college entrance examination, but the types of questions that can be asked are ever-changing. Instead of repeating those so-called key points day after day, why don't you listen to me review all the knowledge points of the senior year?"

His tone was so arrogant that the students below all murmured in disbelief. Nan Zhu and the other players stared at Qin Fu'an in disbelief, unable to imagine how bold he was to say such a thing.

Even the viewers in the live chat were flooded with all sorts of negative comments, which caused Qin Fu'an, a new player who didn't even know the live stream existed, to suddenly rise to the top three of the live stream's newcomer popularity list in just over ten minutes, and it still showed signs of steady growth.

Xie Yunhuai ignored the strange neck lying across his desk and quietly looked up at Qin Fu'an on the podium, who had a flamboyant expression and an arrogant demeanor.

He had never seen anyone like this before.

Like a cluster of blazing flames, you can feel its warmth and light from the moment you see it.

Xie Yunhuai hates warmth and light the most. They always seem to burn him easily, and the pain spreads throughout his body and even his soul, much like licking a burning flame, but more like an incurable carbuncle.

Never before had he so desperately wanted to witness someone's death.

The candy he had been holding had unknowingly been crushed into crumbs, which fell out of the candy wrapper with a soft rustling sound. The tiny crumbs, like the sharpest glass or thorns, were all thrown into the desk along with the discarded test paper, as if they were trash.

When get out of class is over, they will be thrown into the trash can and will never appear in front of him again.

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Twenty minutes later.

The bell rang cheerfully as the get out of class ended.

In the classroom of Senior Three (4), Qin Fu'an finally stopped the not-so-long lesson.

He glanced around at the quiet students below the stage, tossed the umpteenth piece of chalk he had replaced back into the chalk box, and then said to the silent crowd, "Everyone, please write down the homework for this class."

Summarize all the knowledge points he mentioned in the past twenty minutes, and memorize and recite them frequently over the next five days.

This homework assignment is very difficult.

But that applies to students who didn't actually listen to his lectures.

In fact, the homework he was talking about was as simple as eating and drinking for the students in the audience.

Because he said that a bad pen is worse than a good memory, he required everyone to write down every point of knowledge during class.

Even if the notes are not complete, you can ask this "classmate" after class to make sure you don't miss any knowledge points.

As for memorization, players including Nan Zhu are prepared to memorize it by rote and desperately try their best to remember it.

If you were to ask them why they are so obedient...

Because Qin Fu'an wasn't just showing off; he genuinely knew how to give lectures!

[Author's Note]

Xie Yunhuai: I really want to throw him in the trash can like garbage.

Qin Fu'an: On the first day of school, he got a promotion and a raise, and he had it all under his thumb.

Dean of Students: I didn't want to either, but he just had such a nice way of speaking.

Poor old Zhang: ………………

Ahhhh, I finally have a baby to feed with nutrient solution! The clouds have parted and the moon is shining through!!

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Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:

One bottle of "Clear Rain and Lonely Boat";

Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!