Chapter 54: The Opening Seems Rather Unfavorable

The leading punk with yellowish hair furrowed his brows and glared fiercely. "I'm asking if you're deaf to ghost speech, new kid. Let me say this again: I want this seat, so get lost right now and don't force me to lose my temper."

Not far away, Chou Yu and Ji Xian gave a violent start, exchanging glances that revealed lingering dread in each other's eyes.

Good thing they hadn't chosen that seat.

Chou Yu suppressed his breathing. "Let's wait and see. Let that Duan Ming test the waters first."

"Mm."

On Duan Ming's side, he first took a deep breath, gently patted Zeng Yanliang beside him, and said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly. Scheme first, then move."

Zeng Yanliang nodded in deep agreement, but the next second...

∑(o_o；)

Duan Ming silently put on a pair of sunglasses, instantly drew out a consecrated folding stool, and backhanded it right across.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? Huh!"

With that, he hoisted the folding stool and began a thorough beating of the yellow-haired punk.

Not only did the punk have to endure the pain of the blows, but the blinding white light made it almost impossible for him to keep his eyes open, forcing tears right out of his eyes.

Seeing Duan Ming make a move, He Nian, despite his terror, also rose to his towering, tower-like stature and began fiercely kicking the little cutie on the ground.

"Damn it! You dare provoke our Polite Duo? Tired of living?!"

The fierce and unreasonable nature of the two left the other punks frozen in place.

The classroom fell silent for a moment, punctuated only by the relentless sounds of smashing, kicking, and screaming.

Zeng Yanliang was dumbfounded.

Is this what you call scheming first and then moving?!

So putting on a pair of sunglasses counts as scheming, does it?!

The Ji Xian duo's jaws hit the floor. Chou Yu recovered first, a trace of excitement flashing in his eyes. "I misjudged him. It seems that folding stool in Duan Ming's hand is the nemesis of the ghosts here. It can actually make the class bully cry! If used well, it will definitely be of great use!"

Just then, someone cried out in surprise, "The teacher is coming!"

Within two or three breaths, the students who were watching the commotion scrambled back to their seats and sat down.

Duan Ming had decided to beat up the yellow-haired punk so decisively because he had already made up his mind.

He wanted to be the boss of this class.

Whether for the sake of the exam or gathering information, this identity could play an immensely important role.

However, obeying the teacher was an important piece of information recorded in the instance prompts. Even though Duan Ming had the punk dead to rights, he dared not make another move at that moment.

He pinched the punk's shoulder and said with a sinister expression,

"Don't leave after school."

Before long, a teacher with a shiny bald pate—a classic Mediterranean hairstyle—strode aggressively into the classroom, his face cold, and slammed a thick stack of test papers onto the podium.

The moment he opened his mouth, a massive spray of water burst out, instantly flattening the hair of several students in the front row.

This was a drowned ghost teacher.

"I've explained it to you so many times, yet you still make mistakes over and over again! How do you expect me to be a teacher? Huh!"

"I emphasized the final essay question repeatedly, stressing that it would definitely be on the exam this year, and yet you... Hey, hey, hey, Liang Zhichao, what are you humming over there? Did you not hear the teacher talking? Stand up!"

The yellow-haired punk stood up looking aggrieved, bruised and battered.

Upon seeing this, the drowned ghost teacher grew furious all over again. "Did you get into another fight? Do you think that because you've turned into a ghost spirit now, you can just throw your life away?"

"Have you ever slashed a ghost? Have you ever seen a dead ghost? Back when I was alive, I slashed my way all the way from Portland Street to Lan Kwai Fong, and look at me now—aren't I still honestly working as a teacher here?"

"Don't turn a deaf ear to the teacher's words. Would a teacher wish harm upon you?"

The yellow-haired punk opened his mouth. "Teacher, I..."

"Blah, blah, blah, here you go again. Are you going to tell me you didn't go out to fight, and that you were beaten up by a classmate instead? Never mind what kind of attitude you have in class; if any classmate really beat you up, point them out right now, and I—the teacher will immediately stand up for you."

The yellow-haired punk's eyes lit up.

Duan Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he secretly shot a threatening look while pulling out a corner of his consecrated folding stool.

The punk instantly shuddered and shook his head repeatedly. "No, no, I fell down myself, I fell down myself."

"Damn it, I don't care whether you did it to yourself or not. Who the hell dares to play with a reflector in my class?! I saw it all! Hey, the one in the back row wearing a suit and sunglasses, are you the new kid? You've got some nerve, still trying to look cool during class. Stand up!"

Duan Ming honestly stood up, quickly took off his sunglasses, and lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong.

The drowned ghost teacher's strength was at most at the ferocious ghost level; his ghost energy wasn't even higher than Duan Ming's, but the instance prompts forced him to take him seriously, leaving him with no choice but to submit.

The drowned ghost teacher had extremely sharp eyes. No sooner had he pulled Duan Ming out than he dragged He Nian along with him. "Hey! Big guy next to him, is it that funny? You stand up too, and laugh in front of everyone!"

He Nian's expression instantly collapsed.

Σ(゜゜)

The Chou Yu duo had been holding back so hard their little faces were flushed red.

Having caught three troublemakers, the drowned ghost teacher put his hands on his hips, swept his gaze across the entire classroom round after round, and finally opened his textbook.

By the way, he chased the three blockheads out of the classroom.

At the classroom door, the Polite Duo exchanged helpless glances.

The yellow-haired punk didn't dare look at them.

Duan Ming broke the silence first. "Oh well, forget it. We've essentially whored together—err, endured gunfire together. What's in the past is in the past. We're men, after all; who hasn't gotten into a fight?"

The yellow-haired punk offered a sheepish smile.

Only I was the one getting beaten up.

At this moment, He Nian also walked over, patted the punk's shoulder, and said earnestly, "It's okay to make mistakes. The most important thing is to know your wrongs and correct them. Own up when you're wrong, and stand straight when you take a beating."

"I told you to stand in the hallway as punishment, and you treat it like chatting and hanging out?! Stand properly!!!"

As the drowned ghost's angry tirade rang out, the three figures that had just slumped over instantly stiffened and stood at attention.

"You're still chatting while doing punishment? What if you delay the other students' classes? Delaying one person for a minute means a whole class of over forty students wastes an entire lesson. Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?!"

"Get yourselves over to the staircase! Don't slack off; I'll come take a look in a few minutes."

The three honestly marched in single file to the corner of the staircase. The moment they rounded the corner, their bodies slumped completely once more, and they simply squatted directly on the ground, looking exactly like a trio of minor thugs.

Checking in a few minutes—all three of them were far too familiar with this kind of threat and didn't take it to heart at all.

At this point, the yellow-haired punk was no longer as reserved as before; instead, he eagerly pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes.

"Big Brothers, want one?"

Duan Ming: "I don't smoke."

He Nian took one: "I've never smoked either, but I've always wanted to try."

"Then give me one too."

With three clicks of a lighter, the corner of the staircase was instantly wreathed in smoke. With worldly sophistication acting as a mediator, the relationship among the three had grown much closer.

The yellow-haired punk took a heavy drag and said, "Big Brothers, I won't beat around the bush. Liang Zhichao respects true heroes above all else in my life. Even though you just beat me up, I yield. If you need anything in the future, just give the word. I'll go through fire and water, without hesitation."

Duan Ming pinched his cigarette, waved a hand, and coughed twice before speaking. "It's not that dramatic. I just want to ask you, has anything strange been happening around our school?"

"Strange things? Does a haunting count?"

"???" x2

"Are you kidding me? Isn't this place full of ghosts?"

"No, no, no, Big Brothers, you misunderstand. By haunting, I mean the kind of bizarre events that scare even us ghosts to death."

The duo instantly perked up, squatting and shifting closer.

"Oh? What is it? Tell us about it."

"It's like this..."

Just as he started his sentence, the three of them felt a shadow gradually fall over them.

Looking up, they saw the expressionless face of the drowned ghost teacher.