Studying medicine can't save... wait, yes it can!

14:50.

Ding-a-ling!

The bell rang, sounding like a heavenly melody.

For Chen Tong, who had just experienced the edge of life and death, this sound was more beautiful than any symphony.

"Whew..."

Chen Tong let out a long sigh of relief. The black pen holder on the lectern and those terrifying blood rule characters had already vanished.

She felt as if she had just woken up from a nightmare, but the surging power within her body reminded her of the truth.

It was real.

E-class physique.

She felt like she could kill her former self with one punch right now.

"Jiangnan~"

Chen Tong clicked her high heels against the floor, dada da, as she hurried to the back row with a joyful smile on her face, looking for praise.

She arrived behind Jiangnan and gently began massaging shoulders.

"How was it? I performed pretty well just now, right?"

Jiangnan remained half-reclined in his chair, enjoying the service behind him. He nodded slightly and tossed a sticky note over.

[Not bad.]

Although plain, this was already a very high evaluation coming from him.

After all...

Chen Tong had relied entirely on that heaven-defying dog luck just now.

However, luck was also a part of one's strength.

In this apocalypse filled with weirdness and uncertainty, a teammate with this kind of strong luck attribute was sometimes more useful than those brutes who only knew about fighting and killing.

If Chen Tong hadn't possessed this luck, she never would have met him on the very first day, let alone made it this far.

"However..."

Jiangnan opened his eyes and glanced at the empty lectern.

"This school for ghostly thoughts actually has a mechanism that grants clearance rewards."

"In other words, this place is essentially a large-scale rule-based instance."

"If possible... I could try it out too."

He needed to become stronger to reduce the consumption caused by using word spirit every time.

If there were rewards that could directly boost his attributes, it might save him a lot of trouble.

Furthermore...

That incident earlier where Sakuragi Shita skipped class...

And the unfinished words of the deceased Kamiya Konan before death had given him a very interesting inspiration.

"The fourth ghost..."

Jiangnan's corner of mouth curled up slightly. He looked at Lu Shiyan and once again covered his face with a memo paper.

In the other corner of the classroom.

Lu Shiyan clutched his bleeding nose and struggled to climb up from the floor.

He glanced at the memo paper that had been stuck to his face; it bore that warning filled with killing intent.

"Heh..."

Lu Shiyan gave a bitter smile, crumpled the memo into a ball, and tossed it into the trash can.

"As expected, this guy can't tolerate even a grain of sand in his eyes."

"This time it was a warning; next time... he really will kill me."

He picked up the half-pack of huazi that had fallen to the floor, pulled out another one to light it, and leaned on the corner of the wall, panting heavily.

Amidst the swirling smoke, his gaze was somewhat dazed.

Jiangnan's one punch had not only broken his nasal bridge but had even caused a fracture in his eye socket bone.

Right now, his vision was blurry and had double vision; looking at things felt like wearing a pair of 300-degree glasses, and the kind with astigmatism at that.

"He really plays dirty..."

Lu Shiyan shook the scalpel in his hand, watching the blade turn into two in front of his eyes, feeling secretly alarmed.

"Even I couldn't manage such precise power control."

"To be able to strike me hard enough to strip away most of my combat power, yet leave me with enough mobility so I wouldn't become a burden."

"This guy is definitely an expert."

"Not only is his physical prowess formidable, but his understanding of human anatomy is profound. He knows exactly where to hit to cause the most pain and inflict the greatest impact on one's condition."

"And... it seems he guessed my identity from the very beginning."

"Could he be a fellow practitioner?"

Lu Shiyan felt puzzled.

Although his S-class super telekinesis was powerful, it had a fatal weakness: it required vision lock.

If he couldn't see, he couldn't strike with precision.

Using psychic search required a significant amount of time, and his constitution couldn't handle the strain.

Not to mention that with his current impaired vision, his combat power had been cut at least in half.

"Damn it, what rotten luck. I didn't check the almanac before heading out, and now I've run into such a jinx."

Lu Shiyan complained inwardly, then turned his head toward Kujo Ran beside him.

Because his vision was blurred, he could only make out a rough outline:

"Hey, what was it... Qitao... or Batao?"

"Anyway, I don't know which 'tao' you are. Did class just end?"

"Tell me, what happened?"

"It's Kujo! Kujo Ran!"

Forehead veins throbbed on Kujo Ran's head from anger, but she didn't dare lash out, so she could only complain through gritted teeth.

Afterward, she recounted everything that had happened during the English class to Lu Shiyan, detail by detail.

Especially when she reached the end.

"That ghost called Sakuragi Shita actually skipped class and vanished, so that woman surnamed Chen picked up an S-class reward for nothing."

Kujo Ran's tone was filled with jealousy and confusion.

However.

Upon hearing this, the fingers Lu Shiyan used to hold his cigarette suddenly stiffened.

"Sakuragi Shita... is gone?"

He was stunned for a moment and did not answer.

Instead, he subconsciously pulled an old pocket watch from his arms, squinted, and leaned in to check the time.

Then, he looked at the cigarette rapidly burning at the corner of his mouth.

Silence.

Only the cigarette made a faint "zz" sound in the quiet, the firelight flickering on and off.

Seeing that he wouldn't speak, Kujo Ran stopped paying attention to this weirdo.

Because she had more important things to worry about now; after the next Chinese class, it would be her turn for math class!

She had to hurry and adjust her state of mind. If she were to die on the lectern, that would be the biggest joke of all.

However.

All these subtle movements were caught by Hoshino, who was sitting in the front row.

Hoshino had been keeping her head down, pretending to be dazed, but in reality, her peripheral vision was fixed squarely on Lu Shiyan.

I always feel... like something is wrong...

Why did Mr. Lu have no reaction when Sister Kujo mentioned Teacher Chen receiving a reward...

But the moment he heard "Sakuragi Shita" was gone... his cigarette started burning faster?

Is he nervous?

Even though there was no expression on Lu Shiyan's face, his suddenly rapid breathing rhythm betrayed him.

And besides Hoshino.

There was another pair of eyes secretly observing all of this.

"Heh, stinky uncle."

"You don't know I've been staring at you, do you?"

Liu Yuqing sat in her seat, spinning a pen in her hand, and let out a cold laugh in her heart.

Her state at this moment was extremely bizarre; her left eye was standing guard, and her right eye was on sentry duty!

It wasn't cross-eyed, but literally standing guard and keeping watch!

It was a unique skill she, a top-tier straight-A student, had practiced since elementary school!

Whenever she finished her exam paper, she would use this wide-angle peripheral vision to scan the answers of the classmates around her!

She would perform real-time comparisons to check for omissions and fill in the gaps!

Not only was her field of vision powerful, but her hearing was also exceptional.

It was definitely not because her gambling addict dad often wouldn't give her food...

It was "wind listening positioning" she had developed by having to squat at the entrance of the village and drink the northwest wind!

Lu Shiyan was currently suffering from impaired vision, and with his mind heavy with worries.

He hadn't noticed at all that he was already being targeted by the two of them.

3:00.

Ring-a-ling!

The class bell rang on time once again.

The class schedule on the blackboard refreshed automatically.

[Course: Chinese (3:00-4:00)]

[Instructor: Fujino Juro]

Seeing this name.

Every Huaxia person present, except for Lu Shiyan, was stunned for a moment involuntarily.

Fujino?

This surname, combined with the identity of a Chinese teacher.

It was hard not to think of that teacher from middle school textbooks who had once taught the great literary master, Fujino Genkuro.

"This... it wouldn't be that person, would it?"

Wang Meng muttered in a low voice.

However.

The male student from the cherry blossom country sitting in the row in front of Guo Shuai began to tremble violently upon hearing this name.

It was a fear that originated from the depths of his soul.

"Buddy, what's wrong with you?"

Guo Shuai sat in the back row, poking his back with some curiosity.

"How is this teacher Fujino?"

"Is he a refined and easygoing teacher with a handlebar mustache?"

The boy turned his head, his face deathly pale. He looked at Guo Shuai as if he were an idiot and retorted sarcastically.

"Refined and easygoing?"

"Heh... he's more suited to teaching how to slaughter pigs!!"

"Slaughter pigs?"

Guo Shuai was stunned.

A language teacher teaching how to slaughter pigs?

What kind of cross-disciplinary teaching was this?

Just then.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The ground began to shake violently, and even the pens on the desks started dancing.

"An earthquake?"

Everyone looked toward the door, puzzled.

Immediately after.

A massive shadow loomed over the doorway.

A terrifying creature that could only be described as having devil muscles squeezed its way into the classroom door frame!

It stood at least 2.5 meters tall, its entire body covered in muscles that bulged like granite!

It wore a white coat that had long since been shredded by its muscles and was stained with blood.

It was carrying a butcher knife in its hand!

With every step it took, the floor groaned.

It walked to the lectern and slammed the butcher knife onto the desk.

Bang!

The lectern split open with a crack.

It scanned the room, opening its maw filled with fangs, and recited its teaching philosophy.

"Studying literature... cannot save humans..."

"But studying medicine..."

It raised the butcher knife and swung it through the air.

"Can save them!!"