Chapter 73: Learning Materials (1/2)

These two dismembered hands were clumsily drawn using simple strokes.

The five fingers were generally the same size and the same length, with circles drawn on top of each one to represent the fingernails. Even kindergarteners could draw better than this.

Bai Yan carefully compared the two and discovered that besides the left dismembered hand, a big red X was written over the number ‘6.’ Clearly, it was the wrong answer. However, Teacher Zhang didn’t put the correction beside the ‘6,’ so he might have repeated the drawings.

The lights inside the classroom brightly lit up the place, which made Bai Yan feel even more unwell.

After looking at an excessively bright place for a long time, his vision began to turn blurry, and a thin layer of mist on top of his eyes condensed into teardrops.

Bai Yan inadvertently rubbed his eyes, his line of sight increasingly becoming fuzzy the longer he stood there.

It seemed that he had recently been using his phone a little too much, so his eyesight had declined.

Sensing that Teacher Zhang was becoming more and more impatient, he simply neared his head to the blackboard, leaning in closer to the poor drawing and examining it.

Even if he were a ghost, he still couldn’t bear to see others happy because of him.

As a result, he used a second to mentally calculate the answer. In total, they found eight dismembered hands, and each hand had five fingers, so multiplying them would get 40 fingers.

However, there was one hand that had its pinky missing, so after subtracting one finger, the answer should be 39.

The two world’s numerical characters weren’t entirely the same, but since the app didn’t imbue them with this realm’s knowledge, this meant that everything was the same.

Bai Yan wrote 39 beside the dismembered hands, and when he saw the answer, Teacher Zhang merely stood at the side with disappointment, his mouth slowly picking up.

“Correct, go down.” Teacher Zhang said coarsely, looking vicious.

Bai Yan put down the red chalk, blowing on his hands to get rid of the chalk residue, then turning and going down so naturally.

Bai Yan answered the question correctly, but even with Teacher Zhang’s reluctance, he could still only let him go, starting to point at the next player to answer a question.

“The one wearing a black shirt, how many legs are there in this classroom?”

The man wearing a black-shirt slowly walked up the platform and calmly faced the blackboard, writing down a 9.

“Red-haired boy, answer this next. How many eyeballs are there in this classroom?”

Tom took the chalk and wrote down a 7 while his heart filled with joy. Luckily, the Eastern players also used the same numbers. If this were the same as the pinching beans game, which was based on Eastern traditions, he wouldn’t have lived.

All three people answered the problems correctly, causing Teacher Zhang’s mouth to arch higher than before, looking incredibly satisfied on the outside.

But, the players knew well that this ghost teacher was about to explode with rage.

None of the three players had died, so Teacher Zhang looked miserable than ever but still moved according to his character design, dryly praising the players with a few words.

After insincerely praising his students, Teacher Zhang grabbed a worn-out textbook, opening it up to a specific page and laughing menacingly, “Yesterday’s topic has been reviewed. Now, let’s start learning a new lesson. Students, open your textbooks to page 58. Today, let’s learn about a new type of question.”

‘What? He’s still going to teach?’

Bai Yan was stunned, his hand unhurriedly flipping through a math book and turning to page 58. The contents on it were a jumble of indecipherable texts, he couldn’t understand one word of it.

Every player occupied a table, so everyone was looking through the space below their desk, trying to find their respective math books.

Soon, including Liu Xiyu, the majority of the players opened their books and pretended to ‘learn.’

Seeing that a player couldn’t find his book, Teacher Zhang’s face pulled down, and he threw another piece of chalk, aggressively piercing the player’s cheek.

Sssss——It hurt so much.

The player covered his face, full of rage but reluctant to utter a complaint, while all the other players could only sit there and watch as he writhed in pain. But, they all just shot him a glance before reverting their lines of sight to concentrate on ‘studying’ the book.

While ‘studying,’ Bai Yan would seldom take a peek at Liu Xiyu. Liu Xiyu looked lost when facing the textbook, her little face puckering up as if she was racking her brain about the new topic.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yan was suspected a bit that this girl, in reality, might be an underachiever when it came to math. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been scared of the math teacher and still thought about this math class even in her dreams.

As Teacher Zhang’s bubbly spit splashed across the room during his lecture, Liu Xiyu became drowsy, and a fretful appearance emerged from her face, looking like she was unable to make sense of all of these new concepts.

However, right now, Bai Yan wasn’t in the mood to pay Liu Xiyu any attention, because along with Teacher Zhang’s lecture, his mouth was spouting out generous amounts of blood. In the next moment, a surging sea of blood bubbled out of his mouth, engulfing the entire classroom!

“I’m going. What the heck is happening? Is this old ghost gushing out water while teaching?”

“We’ll be done for if we trigger a dead end during a difficult situation. F*ck! Didn’t that brainless son who triggered this dead end?”

The bloody water covered the classroom and raised to everyone’s legs, soon reaching their knees.

This bloody water was really weird. Not only was its rising speed quick, but it was also sticky to the touch.

Once they came in contact with it, everyone was glued to their place, unable to move or get away.

Seeing that escape wasn’t possible, the players grew more anxious by the second. Teacher Zhang was still ‘teaching’ the textbook, but the more he taught, the more bloody water sprayed out of him.

The players began to frantically whisper, talking over if they should protest at the same time to make Teacher Zhang stop teaching.

“All of us should interrupt to stop him from teaching. If not, everyone would drown!” The middle-aged woman anxiously said, “This way, the fault will be on everyone, and he can’t possibly kill this many people all in one go?”