The class was about to start. Tomoyuki Hayata was lying on the door with his hands and feet, so anxious that he didn't dare to walk out of the classroom.

Because the disciplinary violations of students being late or leaving early are clearly written into the school rules, she also doesn't want to become a member of the discipline committee and withdraw credits.

Hearing Jiang Ji's refusal, Kubo Ryuji smiled with a forced smile.

"Then I wish you good luck."

Jiang Ji nodded, "See you later."

She put her hand on the door handle and stopped looking at him.

Ryuji Kubo stared at Jiang Ji's elegant white suit. His teeth were like steel needles and his eyes were almost spitting out venom.

Why did a white dove fly in among the flock of crows?

Die in the most miserable way possible.

Become a vengeful ghost wandering around this campus.

"Mr. Morikawa, it's time for class."

There was another urging voice, this time it came from a different person, and the voice sounded like someone who had just woken up, with an unexpected grumpiness.

Ying Huai took the initiative to open the door from the inside. With a clang, Jiang Ji saw a red and black object fall to the ground.

It was a human head with the skin peeled off, covered with dust and hair. The scalp was wet with blood and the hair was twisted into clumps.

It looked unkind to her new clothes.

Ying Huai's height was almost as high as the door frame, and he put his hand on the door to block the blood. Hayata Tomoyuki was very afraid of him and had shrunk back to his position.

Jiang Ji stepped into the classroom.

He turned around, picked up the head on the ground, and walked to the podium.

Afraid of getting her clothes dirty, she held up her head like a globe with her orchid fingers, and asked gently, "Teacher knows you miss me too, but you don't have to be so happy that your head falls off.

Which classmate does this belong to? "

The system reminded her that it was time for class.

The class bell did not ring on time. What a coincidence that something went wrong in her first class. It was obvious that it was the school's fault.

The podium was filled with students, and Ying Huai returned to his seat.

He sat in the last row, near the back door.

These tables and chairs were customized according to the average height of the island nation. He couldn't stretch out at all when sitting, with his legs stretched out in the aisle. If it weren't for the dark green disciplinary armband, he would have looked like a school bully with countless younger brothers.

His eyelids should be drooping, his hair slightly messy, and his face full of sleepiness. It is obvious that he relies on strong willpower to get up and attend the morning class.

Jiang Ji took back the reminder that was about to come out.

Class 3 (A) is an independent domain. It is clearly on the first floor, but when you look out the window, it is pitch black and you can't see anything.

She had to stay alive safely in the classroom for fifty minutes.

The room was unusually cold. The pairs of eyes under the podium were dark, without the highlights that a normal person would have. They all looked up at the same angle, lifeless. They stared straight ahead and it was unclear where they were looking. However, their expressions were filled with intense excitement, greed and eagerness to try.

Some of them held pencils with the tips sharpened to be thin and pointed, and some held steel rulers that reflected a cold light.

These students all matched the faces in the files.

Led by Hayata Tomoyuki, the students stood up collectively and shouted loudly and excitedly: "Good morning, Mr. Morikawa!"

"Good morning." Jiang Ji replied, "No one claims it, so I'll put it on the locker. Students can claim it after class~"

Seeing that she was not frightened at all by the hideous and bloody head, the smiles of these top students froze slightly and they became a little confused.

The freshmen couldn't tell Jiang Ji's identity, but the weird was most sensitive to human scent, and Morikawa Yukie was indeed not dead.

Since we are human beings...how can we not be afraid of ghosts?

This is unscientific.

Jiang Ji did not answer their confusion. He picked up a piece of white chalk and prepared to write the classroom rules on the blackboard.

Teachers Workbook VI.

【Please set classroom rules and designate a class representative. Roll call must be taken in every class to ensure attendance.

If the attendance rate of the class is lower than 85%, it will be regarded as failure to complete the teaching task of the day and must be completed within the week. 】

Seeing her turn her back, the students in the audience put aside their doubts and their expressions became excited and lively again.

Under one of the desks, a pair of sharp scissors scraped lightly against his leg. The book standing on the table blocked his face, and his gloomy smile deepened.

Ying Huai: [Be careful with the blackboard.]

It was another smooth live broadcast, Jiang Ji had gotten used to it.

Without Ying Huai's reminder, she also saw the prank on the blackboard.

The blackboard was of uniform color and looked normal at first glance, but in fact, there were seven or eight nails driven into it, located in the corners and in the middle section where writing was often done. It was also blackened with Vanta Black ink, so it looked flat from all angles, creating blind spots.

If you write without paying attention, you may easily get cut by the nails.

Jiang Ji lowered his eyes slightly and turned his head to look below the podium.

All the students in the audience had fake smiles on their faces and looked at her expectantly, and it was hard to tell who was causing trouble.

Teacher's Work Manual Article 1.

[Respecting teachers is a school tradition. Teachers can assign students to do anything. If you find that students are disrespecting teachers, please report to the Academic Affairs Office.]

Jiang Ji already knew that there was no Academic Affairs Office in the school and he could only report to the higher-level principal.

The grade leader is missing and the subject teacher is unable to report it to a higher level.

No one understands school rules better than these eugenics, and they are very rampant.

Jiang Ji calmly withdrew her gaze, and she raised her right hand holding the chalk again, lightly avoiding the nails on the blackboard.

"Teacher, why aren't you looking at us?"

"How can I teach with my back to you? It's so annoying. I feel like I'm not respected."

"Mr. Morikawa, what are you doing?"

There was constant laughter from behind, but the source of the sound was getting closer.

Jiang Ji tightened his grip on the chalk and looked back again, seeing that the students were still sitting in their seats, without moving, but they had moved their tables and chairs forward one meter.

Classroom rules must be written on the blackboard to be effective.

If things continue at this pace, these students will be enough to bite Jiang Ji's ass before she finishes writing all the classroom rules.

Jiang Ji glanced at the sharp stationery in the students' hands, which were covered with dandruff and blood, and reminded them in a good-tempered manner: "Everyone, be quiet."

Then he turned around again, and this time, no matter how much noise was happening behind him, he did not look back. With the rustling sound of chalk, he wrote the first rule on the blackboard.

[You are not allowed to ask for leave from other teachers. I only recognize my leave note. ]