However, none of the students looked well; they all had dark circles under their eyes and sallow or pale complexions.
Their eyes lacked the sparkle expected of someone their age; they were like stagnant water, staring intently at Su Cheng, their pupils following her every move.
Su Cheng detected a hint of disgust and hostility in those gazes.
Even before she had done anything, her mere presence had already garnered the students' malice, as if she had a natural antagonistic relationship with them.
As soon as she stepped onto the podium, the students shouted, "Stand up!" and all the students stood up in unison, saying, "Hello, teacher!"
Su Cheng had never been a teacher, but she had been a student, so she immediately waved her hand, "Hello, students, please sit down."
There were no chairs on the platform, so Su Cheng had to stand.
The table was covered with a seating chart and the corresponding student names. She glanced at the people and saw that there were no empty seats.
Facing the fifty eager eyes of students, Su Cheng calmly tapped the desk. "Today's class is for self-study to reinforce the problems you got wrong."
Su Cheng isn't a professional Chinese teacher. If she were forced to teach, she'd probably be stumped by a single question from a student.
Self-study periods have always been a convenient excuse for teachers to slack off, and she believed that this excuse would fool the students perfectly well.
But the result was beyond her expectations; she had forgotten that she was facing students from the top class.
The female student sitting in the center below the podium raised her hand. She was the one who had just called for everyone to stand up; she was probably the class monitor or the academic representative.
Su Cheng slightly raised her chin, "What's wrong?"
"Teacher, what about those who didn't get any questions wrong?"
"..."
Su Cheng paused for a moment, then said, "Raise your hand if you didn't get any questions wrong."
With a "whoosh," the whole class raised their hands.
Even when fifty students raise their hands, the movements are perfectly standardized, with uniform height and position.
They wore stern faces, their dark eyes filled with annoyance, as if they were blaming Su Cheng for wasting class time on meaningless things.
"Put it down."
Su Cheng truly hadn't expected the students in this class to have such excellent grades.
"Then you will all memorize the entire textbook. Those who have finished memorizing it should review the subject with the lowest score in the last exam."
After he finished speaking, most of the students took out a book from the pile of books on their desks and began to read and study.
Only the girl who had asked the question raised her hand again, this time with barely concealed frustration in her eyes.
Su Cheng glanced down at the seating chart; the girl's name was Fang Tingrou.
"Is there anything else you need?"
Fang Tingrou put her hand down. "I've already memorized all the textbooks, and I got full marks in all subjects in the last exam."
Her face was pale, and her dark pupils stared at Su Cheng. "Teacher, what should I do?"
It was truly an incredible achievement to get perfect scores in every subject; Su Cheng had never seen such a genius before.
However, this genius seemed a bit dull-witted and lacked autonomy, insisting on being told what to do before taking the next step.
"If you have nothing to do, help your classmates more," Su Cheng continued. "If other classmates don't understand something, they can ask Fang Tingrou for help."
No one answered Su Cheng, but a few students sitting in the back row suddenly looked up from their books, their eyes flashing with a strange light, and got up to walk to the front with their books.
A male student rushed to the front and placed the test paper on Fang Tingrou's desk, asking, "How do you do this question?"
Fang Tingrou suppressed the urge to tear up the exam paper, gave Su Cheng a resentful look, and then quickly wrote down her answer plan on the paper...
Su Cheng didn't miss Fang Tingrou's gaze; it was obvious she didn't want to help her classmate, but why didn't she refuse?
Does this mean that students cannot refuse their teachers' arrangements?
Su Cheng added a supplement to this rule: this arrangement should be limited to learning-related matters.
Arrangements that involve students serving tea and water, thus wasting study time, are ineffective.
She thought of the random quest that had already started, " Our Teacher." The quest's focus was quite obvious, but with so many teachers in this high school, who would the quest be related to?
Su Cheng looked at the group of students below, but was actually lost in thought.
The only sound in the classroom was the rustling of papers being turned. Even when Fang Tingrou was tutoring her classmates, she only impatiently scribbled and drew without making a sound.
A blurry face appeared silently on the transparent glass window.
Between the two flesh-colored handprints, the facial features were distorted by the pressure, and the dark eyes slowly moved left and right, scanning the crowd.
Su Cheng stood on the podium when she suddenly saw a distorted face appear in the glass window. Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly realized that it must be a teacher on patrol.
Its eyes darted around, met Su Cheng's gaze, and then looked away, as if Su Cheng was not within its surveillance range.
Su recalled the clause in the teacher's handbook regarding the deduction of performance points for classroom teaching:
[10. Any instance of incorrect explanation of knowledge points or inattentiveness during lectures will result in a deduction of 20 RMB per occurrence.]
She let the students study on their own without explaining any textbook content. Since self-study time is still a class, it shouldn't be considered a violation, right?
As Su Cheng was pondering this question, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flash past the outer window and plummeted downwards.
Two seconds later, a dull thud was heard, like a heavy object hitting the ground and breaking.
Su Cheng saw it clearly just now; someone fell from the building.
The person peeping through the window saw her too; she pulled her face away from the window and silently entered the classroom.
This was a woman in her forties, wearing a long black dress and holding a pen and notebook for registration.
Teacher Gao was secretly checking on the class again.
The words popped into Su Cheng's mind. She bit her tongue and quickly recalled her past before coming to the dungeon before she felt a little calmer.
Teacher Gao stopped in front of the window and reached out to open it.
Su Cheng walked over to her and looked down with her.
A male student in a school uniform lay face down on the ground, bright red blood spreading from his head...
The scene of the student falling from the window was certainly witnessed by more than just Su Cheng and Teacher Gao, but strangely, no one screamed or showed any fear.
The students remained engrossed in their studies... no one cared whether there was a corpse lying on the school grounds.
Teacher Gao sighed softly, her expression unusually calm. "This is the second one this week. Another student skipped class and jumped from the rooftop."
She frowned slightly, fine lines appearing at the corners of her eyes, and complained in a low voice, "I have to report this to the principal again. These students are getting more and more troublesome."
A note from the author:
The pace of life at Golden Leaf High School should be a bit faster than at the hospital.
Chapter 69
Is this the normal reaction a teacher should have when witnessing a student jumping off a building?
Su Cheng's expression remained unchanged, and she deliberately sighed in agreement with her words: "What could possibly cause a student to give up their life?"
"It's just that they have low stress tolerance and insist on using supernatural games as an excuse... Lying is practically a student's talent." Gao Wen scoffed coldly, then her face darkened. "Teacher Su, what are you doing here instead of teaching?"
"Teacher Su engaged in non-teaching activities during class, resulting in a deduction of 10 performance points."
"..."
No wonder the other teachers didn't open the windows to check when the student jumped; they were afraid of getting points deducted.
But you just mentioned paranormal games?
Su Cheng immediately thought of well-known spirit communication games such as Ouija boards and spirit writing.
Did the student who fell to his death die because of a paranormal game?
Su Cheng wanted to find out more information, but that was clearly not possible from Teacher Gao.
As it stands, the students are like learning machines; there's absolutely no chance of them gossiping with her.
The two largest groups of people in the school couldn't even become her information channels.
Teacher Gao left the classroom quickly, and her coming and going went unnoticed by the students.
The bell rang, signaling the end of a self-study period. The classroom was filled with the sounds of students drinking water and taking a break.
Students only showed signs of fatigue during their free time.
Su Cheng returned to her office and glanced at the electronic board. She was still at the bottom, and her performance points had been reduced to 50.
The electronic board does not list any teachers with the surname Gao. Gao Wen is not a subject teacher, but has administrative authority; she should be the head of the teaching department.
Just as I was thinking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.
Su Cheng had just sat down and opened her textbook when Gao Wen silently approached her seat. Perhaps due to long-term training, she walked with unusual lightness and silence.
If Su Cheng hadn't sensed no ghostly aura from her, she would have suspected that the other person had floated over.
She had barely returned to her office when the person came looking for her. It seemed that the half-class period had been enough time for Gao Wen to deal with the student's body downstairs.
Gao Wen: "This week, Ms. Su Cheng will be the homeroom teacher for Class 1. She will arrive at the student dormitory building promptly at 10 PM to conduct room checks."
Gao Wen, her eyes expressionless, finished issuing the notice and left without waiting for Su Cheng's reply.
As the director, she has her own office and doesn't have to share a room with her colleagues.
After she left, the other teachers turned their eyes slightly, peering towards where Su Cheng had been, their gloating undisguised.
Su Cheng glanced at one of the male teachers whose expression was the most obvious, and she caught a glimpse of his name tag.
Xu Zhi, the Chinese language teacher of Class 6.
Su Cheng opened her computer to check the school's teaching system, ignoring all sorts of stares, and even felt that these teachers only had any humanity at times like this.
It seems the homeroom teacher rotates weekly, and judging from other teachers' reactions, while room checks may boost performance evaluations, they're not necessarily a good thing.
Is it dangerous to conduct room checks?
Su Cheng narrowed her eyes slightly. Even knowing that checking the dorms might be dangerous, she didn't intend to avoid it.
She currently has too little useful information; she should focus more on specific locations or events.
In addition to completing random tasks, she also needs to quickly catch up on any hints of the main quest.
Once the main quest of the previous hospital instance is completed, everyone in that location will be teleported back to the apartment.
There are very likely other participants from this high school.
She didn't want to receive a notification that the main quest had already been completed by other participants while she was still figuring things out.