6 Menggui High School (6)
Your death is imminent!
Before he could retort, the teacher in front of him, Zhang, had already called out in a sinister tone to collect the papers.
Qin Fu'an handed in a blank test paper.
He handed it in himself, and when he walked to the podium and handed the test paper over, the look in Teacher Zhang's eyes seemed to be poisoned.
The moment Teacher Zhang saw the test paper Qin Fu'an handed in, she was overjoyed. She slammed the blank paper on the podium and questioned him in a shrill voice, eight octaves higher than the previous class: "Why didn't you do your homework?! Do you think you've learned everything perfectly? That you don't need me to teach you anymore and you can get a perfect score?!"
As it spoke these words, it had already imagined Qin Fu'an's terrified and desperate expression in its mind, and even imagined the scene of Qin Fu'an kneeling down and begging for mercy. As a result, its aura became even stronger, and its body, which was originally as thin as paper, seemed to be becoming round again. Its eyes were staring straight at Qin Fu'an, and a desperate and venomous smile appeared on its lips.
"How did you know?" A surprised voice abruptly interrupted it.
Teacher Zhang choked up: "...?"
Its previously inflated body deflated again, like a punctured balloon.
It suddenly raised its eyes and glared at Qin Fu'an, who was speaking, its resentment turning into a deep and obvious killing intent.
If looks could kill, Qin Fu'an would probably have been torn to pieces by now.
Unfortunately, its gaze wasn't that powerful. Qin Fu'an remained unmoved, and instead picked up the blank test paper that it had slapped on the podium, raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Respected Teacher Zhang, look at what you taught in class. It's simple, crude, and has no extra value. Is this your teaching level?"
As the students' eyes widened in astonishment, Qin Fu'an picked up his test paper and shook it, a hint of regret on his lips: "If this is the level of teaching you can teach senior high school students, it's really hard not to doubt the teaching staff of our Menggui High School... A 100% college entrance rate, could it be that your school cheated on its own?"
He loosened his grip slightly, and the clean, blank test paper, without even a class name or signature written on it, slowly and leisurely landed at Teacher Zhang's feet.
Visibly, Teacher Zhang's thin, paper-thin cheeks twitched twice. He glared angrily at Qin Fu'an, panting heavily, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Qin Fu'an! Do you know what you're doing? Not only did you hand in a blank paper, but you also dared to openly slander the teacher and the school in class! I'm going to hang you on the banner in the playground, I'm going to tear you to pieces, I'm going to have the entire school tear you apart alive!!"
As its voice grew sharper, the students in the class covered their ears and huddled in their seats, their faces contorted in pain. The entire classroom, no... it should be said that the entire school building, seemed to tremble at this moment because of its extreme anger.
However, as the culprit, Qin Fu'an's expression suddenly turned cold and stern the moment it reached out to him.
The boy's light green eyes turned dark and deep. He stared intently at every change in the strange creature's hysterical emotional outburst, and finally raised his hand to grab the pointer on the podium, lashing it hard at the outstretched hand.
"—Smack!!" The crisp sound of the whip was particularly jarring in the silent classroom.
What followed was an even more piercing and eerie scream, but it lasted for less than two seconds before being interrupted by heavy footsteps rapidly approaching from outside the classroom.
The sound of footsteps not only stopped Teacher Zhang's painful screams, but also turned the cat's face pale, as if it was instinctively afraid of the presence outside the classroom.
But then it seemed to remember something, its venomous eyes fixed on Qin Fu'an, and it snarled, "Disobeying class rules, handing in blank test papers, slandering and attacking teachers... your death is imminent!"
After saying this, its back straightened even more, and on its face, which had been flattened and now occupied a larger area, its eyes darted around, its expression full of impatient, gleeful hatred.
Qin Fu'an had no interest in listening to its harsh words.
He lowered his eyes slightly, watching the chalk dust on the podium tremble as the footsteps outside the classroom drew closer. He knew in his heart that his provocative behavior had finally broken the norm. He was no longer trapped in the classroom during class time, and what he was in contact with was no longer just an ordinary, low-level monster teacher.
Qin Fu'an turned and looked out the window with anticipation in his heart.
In the narrow corridor, a figure even more robust and obese than the previous Teacher Zhang slowly passed by the window, and after a few steps, stood at the classroom door.
Amidst the classroom filled with anticipation and fear, the tall, muscular figure slowly bent down, revealing a head that looked no different from that of a normal person.
But strangely, the neck to which its head was connected was stretched infinitely in the next second, and like a soft, boneless serpent monster, it poked its head straight in through the doorway.
“Teacher Zhang, the third rule of the school is: No loud noise during class.” The head was incredibly close to Teacher Zhang’s face, and the lifeless tone sounded like a death sentence: “You’ve broken the rule.”
The next second, its neck suddenly stretched out and leaped above Teacher Zhang's head, silently opening its blood-red maw, ready to bite down on Teacher Zhang's head.
"Wait a minute!!" Teacher Zhang picked up the blank test paper from the ground in alarm, held it up high, and hurriedly explained, "Director! This student handed in a blank paper in class and insulted our school's reputation. It's all his fault!!"
The blank exam paper stood there blatantly in front of the headmaster's lowered head.
It glanced at the exam paper, then slowly shifted its cannibalistic gaze to Qin Fu'an.
Sitting in their seats, Nan Zhu and the others watched this extremely dangerous scene and couldn't help but feel a chill for Qin Fu'an. Even if they wanted to help, after the blank exam paper and those words, they were powerless to do anything about this earth-shattering start, as players who hadn't even finished the beginner dungeon!
As soon as the headmaster stuck his head and neck in, Zhao Jiayue, a complete newcomer, desperately covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Even so, her thin body was still trembling. Fear caused tears to fall in large drops, and she swallowed all her broken sobs, not daring to make a sound.
On the other side, Xie Yunhuai held a piece of candy in his hand, watching the chaos unfolding on the stage with a cold expression.
Although Xie Yunhuai always thought his new deskmate was mentally ill, he inexplicably felt that the other party seemed to have deliberately handed in a blank paper to anger Teacher Zhang. So even if Qin Fu'an was really courting death and was about to die, Xie Yunhuai was not going to help him.
What can I do to help him? Xie Yunhuai is just an ordinary high school student. His only goal in staying here is to graduate from Menggui High School smoothly.
Apart from that, Xie Yunhuai has nothing to do with the life or death of anyone else.
At the podium, the dean of students, who should have bitten off Qin Fu'an's neck in a fit of rage, instead met Qin Fu'an's cat-like, eerie green eyes as Qin Fu'an looked up. Finally, with his foul-smelling mouth open, revealing white teeth with bloody flesh hidden beneath, he slowly asked, "Do you have anything to say?"
Qin Fu'an lowered his eyes, his gaze slowly returning to normal, and he calmly said, "I hope you can understand that I did not intend to disrupt the class. The reason I provoked the teacher... is because I have serious doubts about whether Teacher Zhang has good professional ethics."
Teacher Zhang stared at Qin Fu'an with a twisted and sinister expression. If the head of the teaching department hadn't been there, it probably would have already rushed over and torn Qin Fu'an's cold and arrogant face to shreds.
Unfortunately, even in a dungeon teeming with strange creatures, there are not so many "what ifs," so Qin Fu'an was able to stand on the podium and articulate his doubts in an orderly and reasoned manner.
"Firstly, a class is only 40 precious minutes long, but Teacher Zhang's body cannot be as flexible and perfect as yours, Director. It takes at least 15 minutes to enter and leave the classroom each time. Each student is wasted 15 minutes because of this. So, in just today's class, Teacher Zhang has wasted a full 555 minutes of our most precious time."
"Secondly: In the last class, some students mentioned that Teacher Zhang's teaching content was obscure and difficult to understand. However, instead of adjusting the teaching content, he kept repeating the same question type over and over again. This forced us students, who should have learned more, to listen to him talk about those boring questions over and over again. I think this has greatly increased our knowledge reserves for the college entrance examination."
"Thirdly: Regarding the test questions, although it is said that reviewing the old helps one learn the new, Teacher Zhang's class content is already dull and boring, and the homework does not offer any new ideas. In this way, besides continuing to waste students' study time and squeezing our knowledge reserves, what other benefits are there?"
"Fourth: When I tried to inform Teacher Zhang and suggest that she innovate the teaching content, she not only did not humbly accept it, but also used words to suppress and threaten me, a top student. You know, I had answered all the mock exams with full marks, but Teacher Zhang wanted to hang me, a top student, on the school flag to humiliate me to death... It is hard to imagine whether other students in other classes taught by Teacher Zhang are also suffering similar terrifying threats as I am."
"Director, I remember the principal just said that academic performance is the only guarantee for admission to our prestigious high school, right?"
[Author's Note]
Qin Fu'an: Don't rush, let me explain slowly.
Player: Well said! If you keep going like this, class will be over!!
Poor Old Zhang: (In despair) Director! He's not human! He's a shameless tattletale! Eat him up!!!
This is a make-up to yesterday's update; there will be more tonight.
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