The Bizarre Rules

Chen Yan's heart turned cold.

He suspected that it wasn't just him; every martial artist in the Five Clans Competition had entered this illusion.

He didn't recognize the girl, but she was clearly no native of this illusion.

Chen Yan looked at the window beside him. Reflected in the glass was the ordinary young face of a young man.

It wasn't Chen Yan's face.

Chen Yan looked beside him. His deskmate was a girl, also frowning as she muttered something indistinct about "le, le, le."

Among the more than seventy students in the classroom, at least ten were wearing confused, dazed expressions as they went along with the crowd, reciting the strange poem.

They, too, were looking around, and several had noticed Chen Yan.

"Read louder. Did none of you eat breakfast?"

The female teacher swept her gaze coldly over Chen Yan and the others. Her presence was chilling, and the look she cast across the classroom felt like an invisible shackle, making it impossible to meet her eyes.

"Are you slacking off again? You'll have to write it from memory in a moment. Anyone who can't, get out!"

Her voice was icy. Then she waved the ruler in her hand like a conductor's baton.

"Repeat after me: le, le, le, le, le, le, le!"

The female teacher closed her eyes and recited the poem as if savoring it, relishing the profound artistic conception it contained.

In an instant, the recitation throughout the classroom grew louder.

Chen Yan frowned and looked at his deskmate, only to see her carefully writing a line on the desk.

[Who are you?]

The long-haired girl was usually full of energy, but now her brows were knitted tight as she stared at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan wrote three words in reply:

[Who are you?]

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