Chapter 512: The Etiquette Teacher

There were many students standing in punishment.

Yet only two had died.

This was consistent with Wu Xian's initial deduction: as long as there were still red stripes on the chest badge, violating the rules would not lead to death.

However, the death of Sun Lingchuan that morning had introduced a flaw into this theory.

Wu Xian left the room.

He found the restroom surrounded by many people.

The entire restroom was filled with moisture, water constantly overflowing from the pits and flowing into the floor drain outside; those who needed to use the restroom had to go to another floor.

Xu Shen looked solemn as he walked up to Wu Xian and whispered.

"The malevolent entity in the restroom might be related to water. If we aren't careful, we could be drowned in there."

Wu Xian gave a dry laugh.

He entered the stairwell to head to the next classroom.

Come to think of it.

The blockage in the restroom was actually entirely his own doing.

The cold air released by Wu Xian when using the Ghost Drawing Talisman had frozen the flowing water in the restroom. He hadn't expected that after an entire class period, the ice still hadn't melted completely.

Now it seemed.

Xu Shen and the other native residents had already mistaken the abnormality in the restroom for a malevolent entity's mischief.

Word spread quickly, and the number of people coming to this restroom would decrease in the future, which was perfect for Wu Xian to use it as his own small base.

……

There was a thirty-minute break.

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

Unlike the Language class, there were no desks, chairs, or podiums in the Etiquette classroom; it was filled with wind chimes of all sizes.

Most of these wind chimes were standard models.

Yellow copper tubes, glass spheres, white seashells—as the sunlight shone in, the chimes sparkled, looking aesthetically pleasing.

However, there were a few massive metal wind chimes in the room.

Each of these had a different shape, but they all shared common features: strips of metal and spherical metal weights. Their weight must have been staggering; it was a wonder the ceiling could support them.

Because of the wind chimes, there wasn't much standing room in the classroom. Wu Xian found a relatively open spot and sat down. The number of people entering the room increased after him.

Most of them were native residents.

But there were also Transmigrators and newcomers.

For instance, Ma San and Kang Tiantian, Wu Xian's roommate Jin Shasha, and the old man, Hai Weijiang.

Notably, there were fewer than thirty people left in the Etiquette class—only twenty-seven remained. It seemed three more had died in the previous period.

Wu Xian gathered with the other four, and before the teacher arrived, they reviewed the Etiquette class rules. Unlike the Language class, there were five rules for Etiquette.

The first four were easy to understand.

Like the Language class, violating them could lead to fatal consequences, but what was with the fifth one?

"No teacher-student romance."

Everyone had witnessed the horror of the Immigration School; even someone with a deficit in intelligence wouldn't be thinking about romance. Under these circumstances, was falling in love with a teacher a death wish? After waiting for a while.

The Etiquette teacher made a dazzling entrance.

She pushed the door open with one hand and strode into the room, a fragrant scent wafting into Wu Xian's nostrils.

This was a tall woman.

She had beautiful, slightly curly red hair, wore glasses, and was dressed in a form-fitting uniform that accentuated her figure. The neckline was wide, and a silver necklace hung around her snow-white neck, the end disappearing into the gap.

What shocked Wu Xian the most was her flawless face.

Wu Xian had never seen such a perfect face, even in his dreams.

Oh no!

She really was so beautiful!

The moment she appeared, several men in the classroom awkwardly turned away or bent over. Even the elderly Hai Weijiang blushed slightly. Wu Xian also lost his composure for a split second. No wonder the rules forbade teacher-student romance; who could resist such a teacher?

Suddenly.

Wu Xian noticed that Jin Shasha was also blushing, stars seemingly twinkling in her eyes.

He pondered for two seconds before poking Jin Shasha.

"Is this person even more handsome than me?"

Jin Shasha glanced at Wu Xian. Out of politeness, she didn't say it directly, but her attitude made everything clear.

In other words……

In Jin Shasha's eyes, this Etiquette teacher was a man, and a much more handsome one than Wu Xian!

Perhaps she didn't just have two faces—one male and one female—but rather, she appeared different to everyone, manifesting as the most attractive version of herself in each person's eyes!

Wu Xian recalled briefly.

He realized the Etiquette teacher's appearance was actually a composite based on his own memories.

The hot figure and glasses were a replica of Mei Miaoyin, whom he had met at the Rebirth Mind Clinic; the red hair came from a movie he had recently watched; and the face was a blend of several women who had recently stirred his heart.

For example, the one he had met in Bliss City……

In short.

Her entire skin-suit was fake!

After entering, the Etiquette teacher spun around a few times like a model, showing off her alluring figure, then said in a very cheerful tone.

"Hello everyone, I am your Etiquette teacher. I don't have a name; you can just call me 'Etiquette Teacher'."

"I am not as rigid as the Language teacher, nor as violent as the PE teacher. I like to be close to my students and like to be friends with you all."

"In my class, there are four rules to note. Do not violate them, or the teacher will have to punish you!"

1: No tardiness or leaving early.

2: Respect the teacher.

3: Do not cry, and do not laugh.

4: Do not touch the wind chimes after class begins.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

She hadn't mentioned the fifth rule: no teacher-student romance! It seemed she wasn't as eager to be friends with the students as she claimed; the strange charm she exuded was also part of the danger in this classroom.

"Alright, those are the rules. I believe everyone can follow them earnestly."

She walked up to Ma San and hooked his chin with her finger: "This student, may I ask, what do you think etiquette is?"

Ma San blushed slightly.

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

"It's just some specific actions, like table manners, how to use a knife and fork, or how to bow at a funeral, for example……"

The Etiquette teacher shook her head.

"What you mentioned are formalistic etiquettes, but they are not the etiquette of Taoyuan City. The etiquette of Taoyuan City has always consisted of only four principles."

"Do not listen to what is improper, do not look at what is improper, do not speak what is improper, and do not do what is improper!"

"In simpler terms: control your eyes, ears, mouth, and hands. Don't do what you shouldn't, and don't say what you shouldn't!"

As she said this, her watery eyes glared at Wu Xian.

Wu Xian felt a chill in his heart.

It seemed she was warning him not to expose her true nature.

The Etiquette teacher clapped her hands.

"The core of etiquette is these four sentences, but just saying them might be hard to understand. Next, I will invite some teaching assistants to let everyone experience the application of these etiquettes……"

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

(End of chapter)