"Do you have any perfect solutions?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked calmly.

  Answer wrong, get hit with a ruler; answer right, still get hit with a ruler.

  It seemed entirely depe on that guy's mood.

  Not answering wasn't an option, and hitting the teacher was even less so. It was as if all possible escape routes were blocked.

  "There must be a reason," Qin Nuo murmured.

  The previous students answered correctly without issue, so why did Gu Shuqin have a problem?

  Qin Nuo opened his math notebook, looking at Li Xiaoming's previous hen g the bckboard.

  Meanwhile, the noise from the cssmates grew louder.

  Mr. Yan stood on the podium, still wearing that warm, sunny smile.

  The pyers watched Qin Nuo, who remained unmoved, and couldn't help but wonder.

  Was he pnning not to go up and answer?

  That might be an even worse choice.

  That Mr. Yan was an uable guy, with a twisted and perverse mind hiddeh his refined and handsome exterior.

  Simply giving an ahat displeased him could get your throat slit.

  Defying him openly would likely lead to an even worse fate.

  Ued by external influences, Qin Nuo quickly observed, and his eyes suddenly lit up. At that moment, Mr. Yan also spoke with a smile: "Css monitor, you don't seem too eager to e up and answer?"

  Seeing his smiling expression, the pyers' hearts skipped a beat.

  Qin Nuo looked up and smiled slightly, "Teacher, you misuood. I was just thinking about the question."

  With that, Qin Nuo stepped out of his seat, picked up a piece of chalk, and began solving the st problem on the far right of the bckboard.

  Soon, he solved the problem with ease.

  Qin Nuo put the chalk ba the box, looked at Mr. Yan, and asked, "Teacher, how did I do?"

  The pyers watched Mr. Yan's expression ge.

  Mr. Yan looked for a few seds before retrag his gaze and smiling with satisfa, "You answered very well."

  Like a magic trick, four dies appeared in his hand, which he hao Qin Nuo: "These are your dy rewards."

  Qin Nuo thanked him politely and accepted the dies, which were on dies, ed in pin paper simir to White Rabbit dies but without any designs os.

  "They seem ordinary, just regur dies?" he thought, but instinctively felt they might have another use, so he stored them in his pocket.

  Theepped down from the podium.

  "Wait a moment."

  Mr. Yan's voice suddenly came from behind.

  Qin Nuo felt a chill run down his spine.

  The pyers below twitched at the ers of their eyes, as if they could already see the impending horror.

  "There's no esg it."

  "This is a death sentence question; whoever answers dies!"

  Feeling the chill behind him, Qin Nuo paused and calmly turned around, "What's the matter, teacher?"

  Mr. Yaended a hand, not with a ruler, but with two more dies.

  "Your answer was very satisfactory. As the css monitor, you deserve ara reward of two dies."

  Qin Nuo accepted the dies, thanked him again, auro his seat.

  The pyers were momentarily speechless.

  He actually got back to his seat without i?

  "How did he do it?"

  "Or was it all up to Mr. Yan's mood? Or maybe because of his status as css monitor, he wasn't punished?"

  The pyers were baffled, each feeling fused.

  But soon, one or two quick-thinking pyers noticed something, and their expressions calmed down.

  Back at his seat, the Blood-Eyed Ghost couldn't help but ask, "Was it just luck?"

  "When he called you, I was already thinking about how to pull you back."

  Qin Nuo shook his head and replied, "It wasn't luck."

  "This Mr. Yan, he seems refined on the surface, but he's actually twisted inside."

  "His uable nature is due to his narrow-mindedness. On those math problems, I noticed he has his own way of solving them, and the whole css must follow his method."

  "Using any other method, in his eyes, bees a form of provocation and humiliation."

  "Moreover, the students who weren't punished all added a smiley face at the end of their answers, which I think is his way of expressing possessiveness."

  "Like a forbidden fruit, it must have its own mark."

  "Gu Shuqin, however, used her owhod, solving it more perfectly. Perfect as it was, in his eyes, it became a challenge."

  "That's why her oute was sic."

  "She was being too clever for her own good."

  At this point, Qin Nuo couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "What a 'good teacher' indeed."

  It wasn't a particurly difficult mystery to uncover.

  Some quick-witted and observant pyers would generally notice.

  Those still in the dark, thinking it was just luck, would be eliminated sooner or ter.

  Every instance was like this.

  Only the quick-thinking and observant pyers could tinue pying; the rest were mostly eliminated in various c death ways.

  The game's duration would effectively filter and categorize these two types of people.

  To the relief of the other pyers, the thrilling question session ended with Qin Nuo.

  But this was just the first lesson, akin to a time bomb temporarily paused.

  The subsequent csses were much more normal.

  Mr. Yan stood on the podium, expining simple sixth-grade knowledge, occasionally iing with the students in the front row. Some active students would also raise their hands to ask questions during the expnations.

  The students' joyful ughter occasionally echoed in the , and Mr. Yan's gentle and refined image captivated many female students.

  If you ighe bloody things on the podium, any normal person would think this was a handsome, good teacher imparting knowledge to well-behaved students.

  Ding ding ding!!

  The long forty minutes finally ended with a crisp bell signaling the end of css.

  "That's all for today's lesson. When you go home, review today's tent well. I'll tinue asking questio css," Mr. Yan said as he anized his textbooks.

  "Okay!" the students responded enthusiastically.

  The pyers, however, broke out in a cold sweat.

  Nodding with a smile, Mr. Yan picked up his textbooks and umbrel at the door ahe .

  The heavy rain outside gradually lessened and stopped at this moment.

  The students picked up their backpacks, aheir textbooks, ahe .

  The pyers, in order to py their roles, didn't talk to the other pyers. After pag up, they picked up their backpacks and followed the crowd out of the .

  The girl with twin ponytails, named Huang Xia, wao walk home with Qin Nuo.

  Qin Nuo, pying Li Xiaoming, coldly refused, saying he had something to do and told her to go home by herself.

  He also handed back the gss bottle filled with Thousand Paper es to Huang Xia.

  Huang Xia's expression was dazed, not quite uanding, and her small face showed obvious sadness.

  Qin Nuo watched her, afraid she might suddenly turn ghostly and do something terrifying.

  But Huang Xia suddenly ughed, a smile that was indescribably strange.

  "I know, you're not satisfied with this gift, right? Don't worry, ime I'll give you a gift you'll be satisfied with!"

  With that, Huang Xia crushed the gss bottle, scattering the Thousand Paper es and gss shards all over the ground, stomping them into a dirty mess.

  "No, what I meant was..."

  Qin Nuo wao expin, but Huang Xia had already skipped away.

  Qin Nuo felt helpless, uo uand.

  How could such a young girl insist on being a simp?

  JOSOLUNA