Chapter 4
Chi Xia walked into the classroom, heading to get her third book.
"Clang!"
A loud bang.
Chi Xia walked out of the classroom. A heavy solid wood security door slammed into the corridor railing, bounced back, and crashed heavily to the ground. If there had been dust on the ground, the noise would have probably sent the door flying two meters high. Unfortunately, the corridor was cleaned too thoroughly.
Chi Xia walked over, but before she could see what was going on in the classroom.
"Whoosh! Clang!"
A blur shot out, and Chi Xia saw that it was a person. She pulled her outstretched hand back halfway. It's not easy for anyone to get a job, and she still had to hide her true self in front of others.
"That piece of trash got bounced away again!"
"Next time, remember to be more precise; it'll be more exciting if you send the door and the person flying together!"
"Yes, yes, yes, it would be best if he grabbed the wooden door with both hands, flew off from there, and sputtered!"
"Hahaha."
Laughter that seemed to lift the roof came from Class 4.
"Holy crap, Class 4 is still so violent." Cheng Mo's voice rang out from behind.
The man who had been thrown out slumped down in the passageway, his head hanging low, leaning against the guardrail, with a wooden door lying on the other side to keep him company.
Chi Xia thought for a moment and realized that the posture should be sitting sideways on the podium. Looking at his legs, sure enough, his left leg was in a cast.
"Gurgle..."
Chi Xia reached out and stopped the wheelchair that belatedly followed its owner out, thinking to herself, "This guy is too dedicated. He's still going to class even with a broken leg. It's a pity that those bastards inside didn't hold back."
Chi Xia went to help the poor person trapped by the guardrail. "Are you alright?"
The man kept his head down, panting heavily in pain. "Could you please call 120 for me first? Thank you."
"Oh, okay."
Chi Xia called an ambulance for him. "Do you need me to help you up?"
The man quickly waved his hand, seemingly in so much pain that he couldn't even lift his head, or perhaps he was too afraid to move his head.
"Teacher with braids, I advise you not to. He looks like he has a fracture. Moving him rashly could turn a minor injury into a serious one." Cheng Mo stood in the aisle with his arms crossed, followed by several onlookers.
One of them stood on tiptoe and hooked his arm around Cheng Mo's shoulder, "That's right, teacher with braids. Besides, that's a matter for Class 4. You're our teacher. Let's come back and continue our lessons."
“Teacher Xin! You…” Lin Keli was the first to run up the stairs, rush over, and squat down in front of the man, frantically saying, “I’ll call for help for you.”
Chi Xia: "It's already been fought."
Three more people in uniform came up the hallway. Cheng Mo and the others slowly made way for them. Chi Xia thought the three were there to help move the male teacher, so she quickly moved aside. But they went straight for the solid wood door.
As they approached, Chi Xia saw the logo on their uniforms—Peak Wood Industry, the most durable wood.
Chi Xia: "..."
The three men lifted the door and moved it to the door of Class 4. Two of them helped the other take out tools from a large bag. After some clanging and banging, the door was reinstalled. They checked its stability and left without lingering. As they left, they glanced at the door of Class 3, their eyes seeming to say: Oh, this one is fine. That's a done deal.
Chi Xia: "..."
How skilled must one be?
And this door is really nice; it's something we can arrange when we move.
Then, Director Ma came up carrying his transparent tempered glass thermos. It was as if he had just completed a long march. He took a few breaths at the top of the stairs before slowly approaching.
Lin Keli and Director Ma originally arrived together, but the repairmen had already installed the door before the director arrived. Anyone who didn't know better would think this wasn't the third floor, but the thirteenth.
Lin Keli looked at Director Ma with a mix of helplessness and frustration, "If all else fails, let's give Teacher Xin a break. His legs have been protesting for a while now. I think he's injured his spine. If a man's spine is injured, he'll be unable to have children!"
Director Ma raised an eyebrow and took a step back, waving his hand with an awkward smile, "It's not that bad, it's not that bad." He seemed to only then notice Chi Xia beside him, "Xia is here too, so why don't you go back to your class first? Teacher Lin will handle Teacher Xin's situation."
After saying that, Director Ma glanced at the classroom door that had been reinstalled in Class 4, closed the door, and felt that the outside world was very safe. Fortunately, there was a door.
"Director, would you like to come sit in our class?" Cheng Mo leaned against the wall and invited with a mischievous grin.
Director Ma looked down and stroked his thermos. "I've been out for too long, and I'm out of water. I need to go back and refill it."
Cheng Mo glanced at the overflowing thermos and chuckled, "We have hot water in our class. Here, let me refill your thermos?"
Director Ma said very seriously, "The tea should be changed too."
Hearing the sound of Director Ma walking down the stairs, a group of boys in the corridor burst into laughter.
"Brother Mo, why are you scaring the director? He's old, you might scare him into something bad."
"Brother Mo, please invite our teacher with braids back to the classroom. We really want to hear her teach."
Cheng Mo stood up straight and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation, "Please, Mr. Braid."
Lin Keli looked at Chi Xia and gave her a reassuring look. "Go ahead, be careful. Close the door."
Chi Xia instantly understood what these two doors meant, why they were chosen to be so good, so sturdy and unbreakable, and why the installation was even handled by professionals.
Another door closed.
"Teacher with braids, can I interview you?" A boy who had just gone out with Cheng Mo to see what was going on asked with a smile.
Chi Xia stood below the podium, near the door, and said, "Okay."
Boy: "Teacher, can you take a beating?"
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha!"
The classroom erupted in chaos.
As Chi Xia watched the group of students banging on the tables and kicking the chairs, an inopportune thought flashed through her mind: the boss died too early, otherwise none of these brats would have survived.
But she quickly put away those inappropriate thoughts and smiled, "Teacher, you're brave, but you can't take a beating. We can play games, but we can't hit people."
"Bang, bang, bang!"
"Hahaha!"
Another burst of laughter erupted, followed by table-slapping.
Boy: "Teacher, what are you afraid of?"
Chi Xia: "Poor."
This time, no one laughed. Another student raised their hand and asked, "Teacher, what is poverty? What are you afraid of?"
Chi Xia walked up to this student's desk. "You really want to know?"
The student nodded, and Chi Xia smiled, "Then please transfer all your existing assets to me, along with a certificate of voluntary donation."
"……Hahaha!"
The laughter lasted for a long time. The student behind him stood up and slapped the other student on the head hard. "Old Yu, Old Yu, you really are a blockhead. You've been sold out and you're still counting the money for them."
Amidst the playful noise, Chi Xia returned to her seat. This time, Li Yao raised her hand and asked a very formal question, "Teacher, do you regret applying for the position of class teacher for Class 3 of the Magic Fishing Academy?"
Some people scoffed, thinking the question was nonsense. Li Yao herself felt stupid after asking it, but since her teacher had helped her before, she would help her again. If the teacher regretted it, there was still hope. She privately advised the teacher to leave, and offered to provide financial assistance if the teacher needed money.
Chi Xia crossed her arms, seemed to think seriously for a moment, and then said, "This is my second job, and it's much more stable and secure than my first one."
This was the truth, but it angered a group of bullies below.
"Hey! Teacher, you're bragging, aren't you? Be careful your boast doesn't fall apart. Was your last job picking up trash?"
Chi Xia thought to herself that she had indeed picked up a lot of trash, people who couldn't even be punished by law, and those she sent to the funeral home were probably no different from picking up trash. "Yes."
"Teacher, did you really used to collect garbage? Like insects and biochemical waste?"
Social scum, mutated harmful species, aren't they just bedbugs and biochemical waste?
So she nodded, "That's right."
"Phew. Come on, teacher with braids, you're really putting on an act, I don't believe it. What I want to ask is, what did you think of that teacher from Class 4 just now?"
This student's question seemed to have hit the nail on the head, and many students' eyes lit up as they looked at Chi Xia with curiosity.
Chi Xia: "I admire him very much. He is dedicated to his job and has a strong will despite his disability."
"Hahaha……"
"Teacher, why do I feel like you're being sarcastic towards him?"
"Nothing of the sort, just genuine feelings."
At that moment, Ye Feng looked up from between the lines of an extracurricular book and asked, "Teacher, are you here to chat?"
The other students immediately booed, and some couldn't help but glance at the teacher's desk. Chi Xia realized that Ye Feng was reminding her that there was still a textbook.
The two exchanged glances. Ye Feng's "evil" was the kind that was calm and self-aware. He knew he was doing evil, and he used this extremely dangerous evil to filter his opponents. Encountering strong opponents would arouse his interest. His sense of accomplishment was based on the opponents he had selected falling into his trap.
Although Chi Xia did not know the conditions that led to his formation, she could understand the extreme and distorted psychology of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, and she could easily empathize with him, as if she had seen a kindred spirit.
Ye Feng appears calmer and more normal than anyone else, but he is the most dangerous one among them. He does the most thrilling and extreme things with a calm and composed face.
If the boss were still alive, she would definitely help introduce such a promising talent. A person like Ye Feng is born to make a living as a knife-wielder. He will not feel guilty; he will have immense pleasure, the kind that is more addictive than anything else.
It's a pity the boss died at such an inopportune time.
Ye Feng frowned when he saw her lost in thought. "There are only fifteen minutes left before get out of class ends. Are you planning to just sit there daydreaming?"
Chi Xia smiled and said, "Of course not."
She walked toward the podium. Looking back now, of the three textbooks she brought into the classroom, the first one was the masterpiece of the boy in the front row. It was a dead fly attack. If one wave didn't work, there was a Plan B, but unfortunately, they all failed one after another.
The second book is about Cheng Mo and his accomplice. They cut a hole in the middle of the textbook, placed a death worm inside, and waited for her to trigger it. Unfortunately, the thing almost pierced through his classmate's calf.
As for the third book, it's obvious that it's an invitation from Ye Feng; he's once again selecting his opponents.
Cheng Mo whistled, "Teacher with braids, give a lecture, we want to listen."
What's so good about this group of madmen compared to the violent freaks in Class 4? They even look down on Class 4.
Chi Xia reached out her hand, and everyone looked at her. Some classmates who couldn't see her even stood up excitedly to reach out and see.
Chi Xia glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. It was too obvious. This kid had no practical experience. He was just reciting the script when he set up the trap. He had plenty of creativity, but he broke through the defenses. After one or two urgings, even a fool could see that everything was written on his face.
Just as Chi Xia was about to touch the cover, her hand was pulled back, and a chorus of sighs filled the air.
Next, something even more speechless happened: Chi Xia pulled out a pair of gloves from her all-purpose pocket and slowly put them on.
"Holy shit! What is that?"
"I know, they are professional medical gloves for handling biochemical waste!"
"Is the teacher with braids really a garbage collector?"
Chi Xia smiled and said, "Yes."
After saying that, Chi Xia put on professional gloves, picked up the book, and a black object fell down.
"Whoosh!" The students in the front row instantly moved to the back. Chi Xia saw this but didn't point it out. Instead, she deliberately asked, "Was I seeing things? What fell out?"
As he spoke, the little black creature fell from the desk to the floor, eliciting another gasp. Chi Xia took two steps forward—
"Teacher, no—"
"What? Creak!"
With one stomp, the little guy burst and died.
"Teacher, you've messed up! That's Ye Feng's precious treasure!" a student said tremblingly, while everyone else looked at Ye Feng.
Cheng Mo wanted to laugh but held it in and remained silent.
Chi Xia smiled, "Is it yours, Ye Feng?"
Ye Feng closed his extracurricular book, his expression unchanged. "No."
"bite--"
Chi Xia closed the textbook she had just opened. "get out of class dismissed."
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