455, keep that little mouth shut.
Only Xie De knew how badly he was falling apart inside.
He instinctively glanced at the door on his left. It was painted the same color as the wall, almost blending into it completely. Without a close look, he would never have noticed it, but looking closely gave the door an air of mystery, as though it had a story to tell.
There should be clues in there, right?
But wouldn't running over there now be a little inappropriate?
Xie De withdrew his gaze and looked straight ahead.
The ghost children were still staring fixedly at him, especially the little one without a mouth right in front of him. They seemed very eager for his answer, as though anticipating a fun new toy.
This isn't looking good.
He had no idea what this Haman they had just mentioned was. Why had they called him Haman? Were they joking too? If it was a joke, they would not have used that tone. How was he supposed to answer now?
The really annoying part was that 455 was lagging so badly it had almost completely lost its usefulness as a real-time encyclopedia.
The clues would have to wait. First, he had to muddle through this first lesson.
Xie De swallowed quietly, his thoughts racing in those few seconds.
Since I don't know what Haman is, I'll change the subject. Whatever happens, I have to stop these little terrors from pouncing on me and going berserk. Right, exactly. I'm the teacher now. Quick, what did my old teachers do during their first lessons?
An intimidating show of authority?
Or a friendly introduction?
Or a combination of both.
He had already introduced himself, though it had left something to be desired.
Uh...
*Okay, okay. First of all, don't