As the footsteps grew clearer, Qin Nuo noticed the eerie atmosphere in the ging as well.

  "The students seem really afraid of Mr. Yan. Could he be some kind of demonic teacher figure?"

  Various terrifying images fshed through Qin Nuo's mind.

  It wasn't surprising given his vivid imagination; he had seen too many twisted, horrifying, and even disgusting ghosts.

  Every instance had its own peculiarities.

  But as it turned out, he was wrong. A man in a suit pced his wet umbrel by the door and walked in. He was ly dressed, handsome, and wore a smile that perfectly matched the image of a teacher oppa in the eyes of Korean girls.

  The gentle, warm smile made him inexplicably approachable.

  "He doesn't seem scary at all. Why are the students so afraid of him?" Qin Nuo woo himself.

  "Hello, students. The st css this afternoon is mine. Did you all finish the homework I assigned yesterday?" Mr. Yan pced his textbook aside, leaned on the desk, and looked at the students below the podium.

  "Finished," some students responded, while others remained silent with their heads down.

  Some were frantically borrowing homework to copy, like ducks being driven onto a perch.

  Mr. Yan smiled slightly, "Then I won't check the homework today. Let's have a few students e up and answer."

  "Those who answer correctly will be rewarded."

  "Those who get it wrong will have to face the ruler."

  As he spoke, Mr. Yan picked up a ruler, an ordinary long ruler, and a sma the palm or backside would undoubtedly sting.

  After speaking, he turo write a math problem on the bckboard.

  A simple geometry problem.

  The pyers all had a certain answer in mind after seeing it.

  Qin Nuo felt no pressure either.

  But as pyers, answering correctly might not be a good thing.

  If they were pying the role of a poor student and uedly solved a math problem that was difficult for their character, their role-pying score would undoubtedly decrease.

  So, the pyers all tried to figure out from their textbooks whether the student they were pying oor student or a top student.

  Mr. Yan called two students up, and both answered correctly.

  They both received two dies and happily jumped off the podium.

  "Li Zig, e and solve the third problem."

  Mr. Yan called the third name.

  A student slowly stood up, looking uneasy.

  Clearly, this yer.

  He appeared very anxious, walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and stood in front of the problem, deep in thought.

  Just as he was about to write, he stopped, lookiremely troubled and panicked.

  Qin Nuo found it amusing.

  This was a very simple problem, ohat ah a middle school education could solve.

  It was clear that this pyer was ag. The student he ying robably a poor student, and his ay and unease when called upon, along with his hesitation and fusion when solving the problem, were performed masterfully.

  "This guy's ag is incredible. If nothing goes wrong, his role-pying score will increase signifitly."

  On the podium, Li Zig, seeing that his performance was abht, put down the chalk weakly, looked at Mr. Yan with a defeated expression, and said, "Teacher, I 't solve it."

  Mr. Yan didn't make things difficult for him, f him, "It's okay, just try harder ime."

  "But as per reement, you have to take a hit with the ruler."

  Li Zig nodded seriously, "Yes, I'll try harder. Taking a hit with the ruler will motivate me!"

  "What a good child," Mr. Yan seemed very satisfied with this kind of student.

  Even though he couldn't answer, his attitude towards learning was very correct.

  "gratutions, pyer, for pleting the role-py, increasing your role-pying score by 2%."

  Hearing this voi his mind, Li Zig felt a surge of joy.

  At the same time, he extended his palm to accept the punishment of the ruler.

  Mr. Yan picked up the pstic ruler and said, "Seeing yood attitude, I'll go easy on you."

  With that, he lifted the ruler and brought it down.

  Swish!!

  The moment the ruler came down, Li Zig's expression froze, and on his trembling face, bright red beads of blood spttered and blossomed.

  His trembling pupils followed the severed arm that flew away.

  Thud!

  The arm hit the wall and fell into the er, the golden silk curtains by the window seemingly adorned with a few strokes of crimson red, being even more striking.

  Li Zig looked at his severed right shoulder, the ruptured blood vessels still spurting blood, and amidst the blurred flesh, a piece of stark white bone was exposed.

  "You..." Li Zig turned back, staring at Mr. Yan in horror.

  "Child, didn't I tell you? I said I'd go easy."

  His smile remained gentle and sunny, but now it carried a hint of madness.

  That handsome, approachable face was stained with blood, and his bright red toeo lick away the blood at the er of his mouth.

  The smiling face was like that of a demon.

  Li Zig took a trembling step back.

  Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the seemed to beuch livelier.

  The students opeheir mouths wide, ughing strangely as if amused by Mr. Yan's words, paying no mind to the bloody se, or perhaps they were used to it.

  "Go back to your seat, remember what you said, work hard, aime the teacher calls you, aim for delicious dy!"

  Li Zig, panting heavily, trembled as he returo his seat, his face turning pale.

  He looked at the severed arm, his face pale and ghastly.

  On the first day of the game, he had already lost an arm, which would undoubtedly have a huge impa the game's progress!

  The other pyers' faces also turned grave.

  Qin Nuo's mouth twitched.

  What a light smack.

  Damn it, the arm was smacked off!

  It seemed he had been too naive. In a hame, there were no normal instances.

  Horror happe every moment and never followed yic!

  Qin Nuo's situation wasn't too bad.

  Those pying poor students were in trouble.

  Answering correctly would lower their role-pying score.

  Answering incorrectly meant losing a limb.

  Either way, it ainful choice for them.

  At this moment, they only hoped not to be called and to finish this css safely.

  Mr. Yan showed no signs of stopping his roll call for answers.

  He wrote four more problems on the bckboard, calling students up in turn to solve them.

  The first problem of the new round was assigo a boy in the front row, who didn't seem to be a pyer.

  He nervously walked up to the podium, his small hands twisted together, his expressioremely flicted.

  Mr. Yan tio ence him gently, "It's okay, write boldly. You might get dy!"

  Enced, the boy nodded, picked up the chalk, and began to solve the problem on the bckboard.

  Soon, the boy finished writing.

  Below the podium, Qin Nuo frowned slightly.

  It was wrong.

  And it was quite off.

  Below the podium, many students began to jeer.

  The boy seemed to realize his mistake, pouting, perhaps disappointed about not getting dy or afraid of the ruler, his little face full of grievance.

  "Teacher, you go easy?"

  Mr. Yan's smile remained, but it seemed to carry a hint of ferocity.

  "Sure, but remember how the teacher taught you ime."

  The boy nodded, csped his hands, and closed his eyes, waiting for the punishment.

  Mr. Yan lifted the ruler, and the smile on his face vahe moment he brought it down.

  Swish!

  With a sound of flesh tearing, blood spttered, and the boy's head flew off, hitting the window and instantly staining the gss red...

  JOSOLUNA