Chapter 512: Etiquette Teacher

Many were punished to stand.

But only two had died.

This matched Wu Xian’s initial hypothesis: as long as the badge still bore a red bar, breaking rules would not cause death.

But Sun Lingchuan’s death that morning exposed a flaw in this theory.

Wu Xian left the room.

He saw a crowd gathered around the nearby restroom.

The entire restroom was saturated with dampness; water continuously seeped from the pits and flowed into the external drain, forcing anyone needing to use it to go to another floor.

Xu Shen walked over to Wu Xian with a serious expression and whispered.

“The malevolent force in the restroom may be tied to water—if we’re not careful, we could drown in here.”

Wu Xian let out a dry laugh.

He entered the stairs and headed to the next class’s classroom.

Come to think of it.

The restroom’s clog was entirely his fault.

When Wu Xian used the ghost-written talisman, the cold aura he emitted froze the water in the pipes; by the time he left, ice had piled up completely in the pit channels, and he hadn’t expected that after one class, the ice still hadn’t melted away.

Now it seemed.

Xu Shen and the other natives had already labeled the restroom’s anomaly as a malevolent spirit’s doing.

Word spread—ten heard, then a hundred—and fewer people would come to this restroom, allowing Wu Xian to use it as his own small base.

……

The break lasted thirty minutes.

This time, Wu Xian learned his lesson and arrived early at the etiquette class room.

But unlike the language class, this room had no desks or chairs, no podium—only countless small and large wind chimes hanging everywhere.

Most of these wind chimes were ordinary designs.

Yellow copper tubes, glass spheres, white seashells—sunlight streamed in, making them glitter beautifully.

Yet the room still held several massive metal wind chimes.

Each of these metal wind chimes had a different shape, but all shared metal strips and metal spheres; their weight must be staggering, and Wu Xian wondered if the ceiling could even support them.

Because of the wind chimes, few standing spots remained; Wu Xian found a relatively open spot and sat down. Others entering after him gradually filled the room.

Most were natives.

But there were also native residents and newcomers.

Like Ma San, Kang Tiantian, Wu Xian’s roommate Jin Shasha, and the old man Hai Weijiang.

But notably, the number of people in etiquette class had dropped below thirty—only twenty-seven remained. Three must have died in the previous class.

Wu Xian gathered with four others and reviewed the etiquette class rules before the teacher arrived. Unlike language class, etiquette class had five rules.

The first four were easy to understand.

Like language class, breaking any rule could trigger fatal consequences—but what the hell was the fifth rule?

“No teacher-student romance.”

Everyone had seen the horrors of the immigration school; even those with low intelligence shouldn’t still be chasing love. To fall for a teacher under these conditions was to beg for death. After a moment’s silence.

The etiquette teacher made a dazzling entrance.

She pushed open the door and strode in, a sweet fragrance flooding Wu Xian’s nostrils.

She was a very tall woman.

She had beautiful wavy red hair, wore glasses, and donned a form-fitting uniform that accentuated her curves, with a wide-open collar revealing her pale neck, adorned with a silver necklace whose end vanished into the gap.

What shocked Wu Xian most was her flawless face.

Even in his dreams, he had never seen such a perfect face.

Bad!

She was truly beautiful!

At her appearance, several men in the classroom awkwardly turned away or bent down—even the elderly Hai Weijiang blushed slightly. Wu Xian himself was momentarily stunned. No wonder the rule forbade teacher-student romance—who could resist a teacher like this?

Suddenly.

Wu Xian noticed Jin Shasha’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling as if filled with stars.

He thought for two seconds, then nudged Jin Shasha.

“Isn’t this person even handsomer than me?”

Jin Shasha turned her head and glanced at Wu Xian. Out of politeness, she didn’t say it outright—but her expression made her meaning clear.

That meant…

In Jin Shasha’s eyes, the etiquette teacher was a man—and a man far more handsome than Wu Xian!

She probably didn’t just have two faces—male and female—but appeared differently to everyone, becoming the most alluring form each person could imagine!

Wu Xian recalled briefly.

He realized the etiquette teacher’s appearance was a soft blend drawn from his own memories.

Her fiery figure and glasses were copied from Mei Miaoyin he met at the mental clinic; her red hair came from a recent movie he’d watched; her face was a fusion of several women who had recently stirred his heart.

Like the one he’d met in Jile City…

In short.

Her entire exterior was false!

After entering, the etiquette teacher strutted around like a model, displaying her alluring figure, then spoke cheerfully.

“Hello everyone, I’m your etiquette teacher. I have no name—just call me Etiquette Teacher.”

“I’m not as rigid as the language teacher, nor as violent as the PE teacher. I enjoy getting close to students, making friends with you.”

“In my class, there are four rules to remember—never break them, or I’ll punish you!”

1: Do not be late or leave early.

2: Respect your teacher.

3: Do not cry, and do not laugh.

4: After class begins, do not touch the wind chimes.

Wu Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

She hadn’t mentioned the fifth rule—“No teacher-student romance.” So she wasn’t truly seeking closeness with students. Her unnatural charm was part of the class’s danger.

“Alright, those are the rules. I’m sure you’ll all follow them carefully.”

She walked to Ma San’s side, hooked her finger under his chin: “Student, what do you think etiquette is?”

Ma San blushed slightly.

But after glancing at Kang Tiantian, his expression returned to normal.

“It’s certain gestures—table manners, how to use knife and fork, or how to bow at a funeral…”

The etiquette teacher shook her head.

“Those are formal etiquette, but not the etiquette of Taoyuan City. Taoyuan City’s etiquette has always been only four rules.”

“Do not listen to what is improper. Do not look at what is improper. Do not speak of what is improper. Do not act on what is improper!”

“In simple terms: control your eyes, ears, mouth, and hands. Don’t do what you shouldn’t. Don’t say what you shouldn’t!”

As she spoke these words, her watery eyes locked onto Wu Xian.

Wu Xian’s heart tightened.

She was warning him—not to expose her true nature.

The etiquette teacher clapped her hands.

“The core of etiquette is these four phrases. But just saying them won’t help you understand. Next, I’ll bring in some teaching assistants to demonstrate how these rules apply in real situations…”

The classroom door opened again, and a wave of cold air swept in.

(End of Chapter)