Chapter 65

Chapter 65

When it was time to come to the classroom for evening self-study, Luo Ziwei was a little late leaving. He sprinted the whole way like mad, but still ended up being the last one to arrive.

He was very worried he would be locked in solitary confinement, but Head Teacher Liu said nothing. She merely nodded for him to enter the classroom.

Luo Ziwei hurried back to his seat at a trot, feeling as if he had survived a disaster. Then, almost instinctively, he glanced over at Qiao Yu. Qiao Yu was sitting there quietly, an N95 mask over his face.

What was he doing? Acting all mysterious.

The whole time, Qiao Yu kept his eyes lowered. The aura around him was steeped in gloom and depression, as if years of old snow had settled in his gaze, the chill lingering without fading.

Who had made him angry?

But that shouldn’t be right. If there was one thing Luo Ziwei could say about his dad, it was that he had an amazing temper.

Even though Qiao Yu disliked how much Luo Ziwei cried, he had never once thought of abandoning him. He had never even raised his voice to scold him.

So who on earth had managed to provoke him like this?

Impressive~

Ring, ring, ring.

The bell for evening self-study rang. Luo Ziwei didn’t dare look anymore and quickly sat down, preparing for class.

Just then, Head Teacher Liu suddenly walked up to the podium and brought out two boxes from underneath it: one black box and one red box.

The boxes were roughly the size of A4 paper, displayed on the podium, one on the left and one on the right.

Seeing that the students were all looking over, Head Teacher Liu said, “For tonight’s evening self-study, why don’t we play something interesting?”

The streamers all looked wary, but in order to follow classroom discipline, they obediently replied, “Yes.”

Those boxes looked like they were for drawing lots.

“Now I need one student to help demonstrate. Is anyone willing to volunteer?”

The classroom was deathly silent. Everyone felt something was wrong, and no one dared act rashly at a time like this.

Head Teacher Liu received no response and sighed helplessly. “Since no one is volunteering, then Teacher will just pick someone at random~”

As she spoke, her gaze swept around the classroom. Almost every streamer whose eyes she passed over looked away, afraid they would be called on.

Then Head Teacher Liu’s gaze fixed on Qiao Yu, and she suddenly said, “No. 18, why are you wearing a mask in class?”

Qiao Yu slowly stood up. “Reporting. I have a bit of a cold.”

“So that’s why. Then you need…” Head Teacher Liu paused, as if she had only just remembered something, then shook her head. “I forgot. You’ve used up all your leave requests, haven’t you? In that case, come up and help Teacher demonstrate.”

Compared to her usual tone, Head Teacher Liu could be considered extremely amiable right now. Qiao Yu stared at the two cardboard boxes on the podium, weighed his options for a moment, and silently equipped his title.

[Live Assistant 9999999: Title-You Old Sixth has been equipped. Careful! While gaining luck, you’ve also gained even more attention~]

The moment Qiao Yu finished equipping the title, he noticed Head Teacher Liu’s eyes change.

Her gaze locked straight onto Qiao Yu, the malice inside it looking as if it might gush out at any moment.

The ones with such strange gazes also included No. 11 and… No. 14.

It was known that No. 11 had been locked in solitary confinement before. In other words, the one inside him now should be No. 11’s Mirror Ghost.

As for No. 14, maybe, possibly, probably, he was that hidden mole?

Qiao Yu acted as if he had noticed nothing and walked forward. He reached into the red cardboard box and pinched out a slip of paper: Pass. Please designate the next student to draw lots.

A trace of regret appeared on Head Teacher Liu’s face. Then she took Qiao Yu’s slip and sighed. “What a shame. The only pass slip is already gone.”

Qiao Yu, who had become the focus of everyone’s attention in the classroom: “……”

Six!

What bullshit attention? This was hatred points, wasn’t it? He was done~

“Please designate the next streamer,” Head Teacher Liu said, one hand braced against the edge of the podium, her tone teasing as if she were watching a show.

“No. 14.”

After saying that, Qiao Yu quietly returned to his seat. He held his breath the entire way, not daring to smell even the slightest hint of anything.

Shang Yan glanced at the mask on his face, and his crimson lips gradually pressed into a straight line.

Qiao Yu noticed and swept him a glance, but he had no energy to bother with him.

Although Shang Yan had a bad temper, his intelligence was extraordinary. Even if there was anger in his heart, he could still tell what the situation called for, keeping himself in a subtle yet calm state at all times.

Better to worry more about himself, Qiao Yu thought.

Over there, No. 14 went up to the podium, reached into the black cardboard box, took out a slip of paper, and handed it to Head Teacher Liu.
Head Teacher Liu took the slip of paper, and the tight furrow between his brows instantly smoothed out. He smiled. “The timer starts now.”

Timer!

Timing what?

A bad feeling flashed through everyone’s minds, and right on cue, that bad feeling came true.

No. 14 stepped down from the podium and strode over to No. 09. Before No. 09 could react, No. 14 reached out and clamped a hand around his throat. The sheer viciousness of it sent a chill through the streamers in the classroom.

No. 09, suffocating, instinctively clawed at No. 14’s arm. But even then, No. 14 did not let go. Instead, his grip only tightened. As time passed, No. 09’s struggles gradually weakened, growing smaller and feebler…

In the end, he stopped moving.

No. 14 still did not release him. It was only when the three-minute time limit was up that Head Teacher Liu interrupted him. “Time’s up. The task of killing No. 09 within three minutes has been completed. Please designate the next person.”

And just like that, No. 09 died in his seat. No. 31, who was sitting beside him, went deathly pale at the sight and could not hold back a startled cry.

The next second, the broadcast speaker on the wall suddenly crackled with static. Then a voice like an electronic AI came through. “No. 31 has violated the first rule of classroom discipline: no loud noise during class. Head Teacher, please administer punishment.”

After that, it was as if some kind of restriction on Head Teacher Liu had been broken. His fair face gradually turned black, as though coated in a layer of ash, and then he stretched a charred hand toward No. 31.

A bizarre scene unfolded. Head Teacher Liu’s arm could actually extend without limit. With a whoosh, it shot right up to No. 31, swiftly seized his neck, and yanked hard.

With a wet splat, No. 31’s head dropped like a ball and rolled several times across the floor. Blood spattered onto the people around him, and their pupils instantly lost focus from sheer terror.

When people sank into the utmost fear, they instead lost the ability to react, freezing in place like ice sculptures.

Once everyone snapped back to themselves, they all stared in horror at Head Teacher Liu, who had suddenly turned into a ghost. Instinctively, they wanted to run.

Someone actually did. A streamer wearing the No. 07 uniform rushed out like a madman, flung open the door, and charged outside.

Just as the others were about to follow his example, No. 07, who had already rushed out of the classroom, abruptly stopped in place. The floor beneath his feet was like a swamp, actually sucking in his legs. His entire body began sinking rapidly. In less than ten seconds, no matter how he struggled, sobbed, and begged, he was still swallowed by the floor.

The corridor fell silent once more.

Head Teacher Liu, wearing that face that looked as if it had been smoked black, curled the corners of his mouth. “Does anyone else want to leave?”

Everyone sat frozen in their chairs, silent as cicadas in winter. The streamers who knew the School Rules’ Additional Clauses had already realized what was happening.

Additional Clauses, Article Four: If you discover that the teacher in class is “abnormal,” you must do everything you can to leave the classroom. While avoiding any violation of classroom discipline, students must also avoid using the same reason as one another to leave the classroom.

So… how were they supposed to leave the classroom?

-Here it comes, here it comes! Head Teacher Liu’s little class, the one with the highest death rate in Yucai Academy, is now in session!

-I bet two people get out at most. One says they’re sick, one asks to use the bathroom.

-Not necessarily. Maybe three.

-Exactly. Who knows what kind of wild stunt the streamer will pull this time…

-Li Xiaoqin: Lighting a candle for Head Teacher Liu in my heart.

-The person upstairs got scared senseless, hahaha. Just because you don’t have any ability, you’re here spreading panic? Why don’t I believe this streamer can survive? Wanna bet? Let’s bet on whether the streamer can escape Head Teacher Liu’s classroom.

-Hahaha, is this a newbie in the Live Stream Room?

-Li Xiaoqin: I’m not betting on whether the streamer can escape. I’ll bet you on whether Head Teacher Liu dies so hard he won’t even rest in peace. (smile.jpg)

The comment section fell silent for a few seconds. Amid a wave of mocking hahahas, the other person replied:

-You people think way too highly of him. He’s just a mere Blue-Name Streamer… Heh. Fine, bet’s on! Whoever loses has to share some skill points.

-Li Xiaoqin: Fine. Don’t deny it when you lose.

-Heh.

-Sadako: Don’t worry, we’re all sisters here. I’ll keep an eye on it for you.

-??

-Li Xiaoqin: …