You Will Die Soon, Insect

You Will Die Soon, Insect

Even the teachers and students from other classes who had come to watch the commotion fell silent, thoughtful expressions on their faces. Quite a few of them even began pointing at Zhou Yi and whispering among themselves.

At last, a flicker of panic appeared in Aunt Zhou's eyes. With the Shuangxue Sisters' flawless acting, the situation had spiraled out of control into something extremely dangerous.

"You... You've all rebelled! Every last one of you!!" Zhou Yi flew into a rage, intending to salvage the increasingly unfavorable situation with a furious rebuke. Mu Jin snorted coldly and stepped in front of her, saying in a deep voice, "Sorry, Zhou Yi, but your students belong to me now. Come on, children. Don't go hungry—come with Teacher Mu to Class Nine's dining area! I'll have your transfer paperwork handled tomorrow!"

"Mu Jin, how dare you—" Zhou Yi panicked as well and stepped forward, ready to make another move.

However, a figure twice as tall and broad as Dai Huabin suddenly appeared before her, blocking her path.

The middle-aged man was around fifty years old, tall and powerfully built, with a dark complexion, no beard, and a stern face.

Both Zhou Yi and Mu Jin immediately stopped moving upon seeing him, not daring to do anything further.

The man looked at Qian Mu behind Mu Jin, his tone calm yet kind. "Hello, Qian Mu. I'm Du Weilun, Director of the Discipline Office for the Martial Soul Department of the Outer Academy. I heard everything you said just now. From my personal perspective, there was nothing wrong with what you did this afternoon! It's just that the dean must consider the bigger picture, so please be understanding. As for these children formerly from Class One, you may all go with Teacher Mu Jin to Freshman Class Nine. I'll take care of the transfer procedures."

After speaking, Du Weilun turned his gaze to Zhou Yi, and another layer of frost settled over his already stern expression.

"Zhou Yi, come to the Discipline Office after dinner. I have something to say to you!"

Aunt Zhou's face turned pale. She knew that if Du Weilun truthfully reported what had happened today, she would be in serious trouble.

Mu Jin looked with satisfaction at Zhou Yi's ashen face. This was practically her favorite scene!

"Children, let's go to the cafeteria! Teacher Mu is in a good mood today—I'm treating you all!!"

"Yay, long live Teacher Mu ≧▽≦!!"

The group happily headed toward Shrek's cafeteria, leaving Zhou Yi standing there in disarray, her face ashen as death, while she endured the pointing and murmuring of teachers and students from other classes.

She clenched her back teeth, her fists tightening until they nearly bled. "Mu! Jin! Qian! Mu!!"

Tap, tap, tap...

The footsteps were faint, but as their owners passed Zhou Yi, both deliberately turned back to look at her.

Qian Fei gently shook her head, pity in her eyes.

Meanwhile, there was no longer a trace of weakness or fear in Qian Mu's gaze. In their place was frost-like indifference, along with...

The utterly undisguised, overwhelming killing intent of the Herrscher of Erosion!

"You will die soon, insect."

"Hah—!!"

That terrifying pressure lasted only an instant, yet Zhou Yi was drenched in sweat in the blink of an eye. She even wondered if she had gone mad; just now, it had felt as though she had taken a trip through the gates of hell!!

Kneeling on the ground with both hands clutching her throat, Zhou Yi's eyes were wide with terror. She trembled uncontrollably, her legs completely giving out beneath her.

"J-just now... what... was that...?"

Zhou Yi was certain that she had seen an eye.

Within a space of endless darkness, invisible chains bound her limbs, leaving her unable to move. Before her, a scarlet eyeball hundreds of meters wide stared fixedly at her, sneering as it spoke those six words.

"...Teacher Zhou? Teacher Zhou?"

A teacher beside her patted her shoulder several times before finally snapping the dazed Zhou Yi back to her senses.

"Are you all right?"

Zhou Yi was clearly still shaken. After wiping away the cold sweat covering her forehead, she finally spoke in halting fragments. "I-I'm fine... N-nothing's wrong..."

The homeroom teacher sighed, patted Zhou Yi's shoulder, then turned and headed toward the cafeteria as well. "You should reflect on yourself."

Inside Shrek's cafeteria, Mu Jin, in an exceptionally good mood, was being very generous. She covered the dinner expenses for all 120-plus students. It was only half a month's salary—no big deal.

As long as she got to see Zhou Yi suffer, it felt better than receiving any teacher's honor or award!

A large group of enthusiastic students had gathered around Qian Mu and Qian Fei's table, including Dai Huabin.

Holding a cup of fruit juice out to Qian Mu, Dai Huabin looked somewhat awkward. "Miss Mu, you don't need to take what that Class One homeroom teacher said to heart. Everyone knows what kind of person you are. People act, and Heaven watches!"

Qian Mu accepted Dai Huabin's juice with a smile. "Why would I take it to heart? I didn't do anything wrong."

"Exactly, Class Rep Mu didn't do anything wrong!" Wu Feng agreed while chewing on a mouthful of beef. "If you ask me, whatever kind of homeroom teacher there is, that's the kind of class rep they'll choose... Cough, cough!!"

Apparently, she had choked.

A short-haired blonde girl seated to Wu Feng's left gently patted her back, then gave Qian Mu a look of agreement as well.

"Class Rep Mu, as long as you have reason on your side, we'll stand behind you."

"Little Ning Tian, listen to yourself."

Qian Mu chuckled and clinked cups with Wu Feng and Ning Tian. Then she took Qian Fei's hand. "Thank you, everyone, for being willing to speak up for me earlier. And to the Class One students, welcome to Class Nine. If anyone bullies you in the future, just tell my sister and me, okay?"

Qian Fei suitably added, "Mm. We're one group."

"That's great, Class Rep Mu! And Vice Class Rep Fei!"

Looking at the smiling faces of the Black and White Twin Snow, Dai Huabin felt his still-youthful face growing hot and red.

Miss Qian Mu and Miss Qian Fei were really beautiful...

Mu Jin sat nearby, watching Qian Mu mingle so naturally with her classmates. She only felt that this was the most comfortable day of her teaching career.

More than halfway through dinner, Aunt Zhou finally arrived late. Standing at the entrance and looking at the group from Class Nine, she was full of pent-up anger with nowhere to vent it. But when her gaze swept over Qian Mu's face, the latter seemed to sense it and turned to look back at her!

Remembering that inexplicably terrifying suffocating sensation from before, Zhou Yi shuddered again. She quickly looked away and hurried toward the teachers' designated serving window.

When the Class Nine students noticed their class rep's gaze shift, they all turned to look.

Resentment, contempt, schadenfreude—every kind of gaze fell upon Zhou Yi, making her feel as though needles were pricking her back.

Qian Fei smoothed things over. "All right, everyone. Don't let certain eyesores ruin your appetite. Teacher Mu Jin is treating us tonight, so shouldn't we be enjoying ourselves?"

With just one sentence, many students withdrew their gazes and continued enjoying dinner amid laughter and cheerful conversation.

No one noticed Qian Fei's hand reaching beneath the table to clasp her sister's fingers. Qian Mu turned to look at her and saw a hint of seriousness and inquiry in her younger sister's eyes.

Qian Mu's gaze remained calm. She merely moved the iron spoon in her hand, making a slicing motion across it.