Flame Queen

Then, a woman with a tall stature, a curvaceous figure, and a swaying gait strode in. She tossed her seaweed-like, fiery red hair and walked up to the podium, her bright, flame-red eyes sweeping over the crowd below. Those eyes, like fire, seemed to contain not a shred of warmth; anyone caught in her gaze felt a bone-chilling tremor, as if they were not being watched by a hot, beautiful woman, but were being stalked by a beast ready to devour them.

This feeling was truly bizarre.

"What is going on here?" the flame-like woman asked, looking at the mess of desks below, her voice icy and indifferent.

Silence reigned.

Only the pale-faced boy and the tall boy were silently tidying up the disarrayed desks.

Bang!

A slender palm slammed onto the podium, emitting a thunderous sound. "Newbies! Are your ears deaf? Huh! Or did your old men never teach you what manners are? Or are your old men just as ill-bred as you are, you damn bastards!"

Yin Kuang stood up with a snap upon hearing this. He hated it when others insulted his family; once, because someone harassed his younger sister, he had charged in and beaten the man until he was covered in injuries and sent to the hospital. "Wantonly judging other people's parents—is that what you call manners!? And who are you, anyway?"

The woman on the podium sneered at Yin Kuang, her gaze as if she were looking at a dead man... Suddenly, a smile bloomed on her cold face. She was already beautiful—mature, sexy, and hot—and this smile was enough to topple cities and kingdoms. Such a massive contrast left everyone in the classroom stunned, unable to react for a moment.

"Very good! Seeing as you are all newbies, I won't hold it against you. And you..." she said to Yin Kuang, "You've got guts, daring to speak to me like that. However, I admire your courage, so I'll let you off this time. Fine, I take back what I just said. You may sit down now."

Clearly, this was a strong-willed woman. Once she finished speaking, she ignored Yin Kuang entirely.

"I don't care if you know each other or have other messy grudges; my first piece of advice to you is that you are now in the same class, you are classmates. If you cannot even unite within your own class... you will surely die a very, very miserable death..."

Although there was no wind in the classroom, everyone clearly felt a cold breeze brush against their cheeks and seep into their hearts.

"Alright." The flame-like woman tossed her hair, the slight movement causing the fullness wrapped in her red, tight-fitting leather outfit to tremble, making the boys gulp wildly. "First, let me introduce myself. My name is Flame Queen. You can call me Queen, or Your Majesty. Your class... let me see, yes, it is Class 04 of Season 12. And I am your counselor."

"So you're a teacher." A flippant boy laughed, "Beautiful teacher, you are truly gorgeous. Flame Queen, what a domineering and sexy name. I wonder what the teacher's real name is?"

It seemed this boy had a tendency toward being a submissive to a queen; his eyes were shining, and the timidity from just a moment ago had vanished completely.

Flame Queen said, "My real name? Let me think... I've forgotten. It seems I haven't used my real name in a long time. As for how many years, I don't remember either. Besides, kid, are you trying to hit on me? This Queen has a broad mind and can give you this chance... of course, whether you can become my favorite is up to your ability."

"Oh!! It really is a 'broad' mind. Teacher, what's your phone number? When you're free, I'll treat you to 'Lotus Pond Night Scene'."

The atmosphere livened up, and the boys began to jeer. It was as if they had forgotten the fear and unease from before. They all felt that no matter where this place was, the profession represented by "teacher" seemed capable of calming the agitation in these terrified students' hearts. After all, unless one encountered a perverted teacher, teachers were generally harmless to students.

This time, Flame Queen ignored him. "Alright, newbies, you'd better not interrupt me. My time is very, very precious, and I don't want to waste it on a bunch of clueless newbies like you." Flame Queen said, "Although I am your counselor, the title of 'counselor' doesn't actually come with any benefits, so I don't have the spare time to coddle you. Even though this is our first meeting, it might also be our last. If it weren't for the damn 'Headmaster' insisting I do this, I probably wouldn't have come to see you at all."

Flame Queen was swift and decisive, firing off a string of words like a machine gun. "As you know, this is 'Horror High School'."

"As for what kind of place this is or why you came here, you'd better not ask, and don't go looking for answers. It's a pity, because I want to know too. So, rather than obsessing over where this is, you'd better obediently accept reality and stay here properly. Next is your 'college life'. You are currently 'freshmen', and your 'courses' will be relatively simple, but this is also the last leisurely time you will spend in 'college'. It's a four-year 'college'; if you waste this first year, I'm sorry to say, the next three years will be absolutely miserable for you. Furthermore, this is a very magical place; you will gradually understand in the future, so I don't need to say much more."

"Let me think, also, it's best not to 'skip class', as the punishment for skipping class is very severe. If everything goes smoothly, you survive, and you earn enough 'credits' and pass your 'comprehensive assessment', when you reach your 'senior year', you can receive the 'Graduation Certificate' issued by the 'Headmaster', and then take everything you've gained and leave this damn place... Of course, that is just a distant and unreachable dream. At least as far as I know, no one in our school has successfully received a 'Graduation Certificate' yet."

"Alright, that's all I have to say. How much you can grasp is up to you. In a while, three 'Teaching Assistants' will come to assist you newbies. A friendly tip: you'd better be polite to your 'Teaching Assistants', otherwise, it will be very miserable."

"Finally, I'll remind you: no matter what happens, don't be surprised, because this is 'Horror High School'. Pray, newbies. I hope we can meet again in the future."

"Wait a moment, Teacher." Li Shuangmu stood up and said, "I have some questions to ask you."

Flame Queen had to stop in her tracks, annoyed. "It's a pity, I am not your nanny, and I have no obligation to answer your idiotic questions. Besides, I just said that three 'Teaching Assistants' will be coming for you later. They will accompany you for a week. During this time, you can ask them any questions you have, provided they can or are willing to answer. Actually, if I were you, I would ask fewer questions and do more work."

"Everyone, bye-bye."

She came like a storm and left like a storm. By the time everyone reacted, that flame-like shadow had already vanished.